Dogwoods and Cherry Blossoms

Glimmer of Hope

I am happy with the decision I chose. I'm not letting Omar and Jerry attack some other girl and put her through absolute hell. I think I am definitely doing the right thing here.

Omar walked into the room and looked at me, a smile gleaming across his face.

"How's my beautiful Princess doing today?"

I lied there, speechless.

His smile started to turn into a frown. I knew that I should probably give him an answer before he decided to try and hurt me again.

"G...good...I'm doing good." I managed to sputter out.

Omar glared at me for a second and then retracted his frown. He was smiling again.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it." He walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He began rubbing my calf in a soothing way. It was making me uncomfortable, but he thought it was calming in his sick mind.

***Rape Trigger! Skip to the next time you see these!***

His hand started to go up my leg and onto my thigh, he gave me a wanting look. Tears began to stream down my face.

"Don't fucking cry, Bitch! At least try and enjoy it for once!"

I tried to hold back my tears, thinking that if I maybe pretended to enjoy it, maybe he'd make a better offer with me and possibly let me go.

"That's a good girl." He pushed the hair out of my face and kissed me. It took everything in me to try not to pull away in fear of what he would do to me if I tried to fight back. If I play it safe, maybe, just maybe, Omar will be nicer and let me go.

"Mmmm, good girl. If you keep this up, I might just untie you."

Finally, I have some kind of glimmer of hope. I definitely need to keep trying to play my cards right.

He began to have sex with me, again, I did not approve. This time he was being a lot more gentle instead of rough, as if, he was maybe starting to let his guard down. Could it be that he's actually thinking about letting me go?

***Rape Trigger over!***

"Since you were so cooperative, Princess, I'm going to untie you. But, you better not try to run out of this room or try to escape! You do not want to know what will happen to you if you decide to go against me! Do you understand?"

I nodded my head in agreement. He did as he said and untied me. I rubbed my wrists. The skin was all raw, chapped, bloody, and bruised.

Omar walked out of the room. I didn't hear the door lock behind him. Was this a test to see if I would try and run out and escape, or was it his way of saying that he's setting me free? I'm not going to take my chances and try to run out. I'm going to stay right here and try not to make any rash decisions that could potentially set me back. I'm going to play by his rules and do as he says.