A Stranger's Touch

Helplessly

I felt numb.

My body didn't feel like mine.

I could barely lift a finger.

And then my eyes.. fluttering open, my vision blurry at first and then my eyes connected with the light in the room.

I flinched, trying to get up but even if I tried a million times it felt so impossible.

The son of a gun beat me up pretty bad.

Where the hell am I?

I tried getting up again but ended up wincing in pain when the flood of pain came rushing in.

I groaned inwardly, couldn't find my voice any longer. I felt totally helpless.

My head was filled with a lot of thoughts.

For example who did this to me?

How long have I been here?

Why am I here?

Oh Dante!

Dante is waiting for me.

Oh God! How long has he been waiting?

Someone get me out of here please.

The croaking sound of the door and scraping sound of metal on the floor almost made me jump out of my skin.

I shut my eyes immediately, pretending to be asleep when I heard footsteps coming closer to where my form was laid across the floor. 

Silence hit the room but just for tiny few seconds until I felt the splash of water hit my face.

I was shivering like a monkey shaved of every inch of hair on it's skin, left in some place as cold as Alaska to die.

The tall man in front of me was laughing hysterically while I was lying on the floor, my body shaking like crazy and my lips trembling.

I felt helpless.

Oh so helpless.

"Hello sunshine." the man said in his husky voice before bringing out a cigarette, lighting it immediately, taking a long drag and then released the smoke that almost made me choke to death.

Death.

At this point I think that might be inevitable.

He stared at me for a while as if deliberating what to do with me next.

The darkness in his eyes scared the shit out of every bone in my body.

He bent down, the cigarette still in his hand then he stared at my now almost ripped apart cropped tee. His eyes especially wouldn't move away from my breasts. 

I tried to scream, to flee, when his hands started grabbing my breasts.

The bastard growled as he found pleasure in my pain and I felt suddenly sick in my stomach.

I couldn't move, couldn't find my voice and couldn't control it when I puked all over the bastard.

A scowl formed on his face as he took in the content all over him and then he saw the smug smile playing on my lips.

Serves you right you son of a bitch!

"You stupid slut." he growled before landing a hard kick on my stomach.

I felt the air leave my body.

He didn't stop.

Instead he continued until my body couldn't take it anymore and the next thing I knew, black dots were forming in my vision and I was there, lying there helplessly almost lifeless until all I saw was pitch black.