The clatter of metal rings in my ears and the out of tune humming of a dying bird fills the room.
I sit up not knowing what to expect and feel a breeze kiss my face.
A gasp makes its way out my mouth as I take in the breathtakingly beautiful surroundings. I swing my legs off the bed and place my feet into the soft grass below, soft blades tickling my toes drawing only happiness from within. Without thinking I raise my arms up to stretch, and stop half way.
I'm unshackled
Free
Plans of escaping play in my mind, a silent movie on repeat. I stand up, my legs quivering under the weight of my body. It is only then that I realise I haven't kept track of time.
How long have I been here?
What day is it?
Is anyone looking for me?
Don't be stupid Reagan, who would look for you? Your mother, hah. She disowned you. Your father, despises you. Your sister, your brother, not a single one gives a rats arse about you.
No.
I'm not going to ruin this moment. I've ruined to many with my pathetic self pitying attitude to life.
I step forward,my knees almost buckling under pressure, my thighs. Shivering in the chill air.
Wait, what?!
Why the fuck are my thighs quivering? I look down to see my thighs stained a coppery red colour from the night before. The only article of clothing draped on me is a grubby pair of red boxers. Shaking my head I look straight forward and continue on, my slow gait gradually building up to a wobbly jog.
Thud , thud, thud, my feet batter the ground, my mind void of any thought. Just keep running. Flashbacks fill my head as I drift back to the day this began.
Thud. Only this time it's not my feet. It's my body slamming into a demonic transparent barrier, also known as glass. No more nature, no more greenery, no more hope.
A hand makes its way up the small of my back, making circular motions as it carresses me.
"do you like it?" he chuckles throatily.
"think of this as physiotherapy" he continues.
Disbelief forms a cloud over my face.
I feel a pair of hands grasp both sides of my hips as I'm forced to turn and look this monster in the eyes. A hand cups my chin, holding me in place.
"step one, I'm going to teach you to love and appreciate the body god gave you"
I push back, fearful of what might happen. His arms lock around my waist, holding me close in a grip tighter than my butthole right now.
"Now as customary, im going to give you the pleasure of knowing my name, though it's not the only pleasure you'll receive, I hope"
"James" he exhales into my face. I recoil in response. My head is pulled back as a fist full of my hair entangles in his hand, his other hand pushing me backwards, pressing me up against the glass.
I choke out the words, hoping to play on his somewhat religious beliefs.
"if you fuck me, that's pretty gay ya know, I'm not sure if the Lord is bout that life"
"Reagan....."
"Jamie..." I respond sarcastically, mimicking his tone
"It would be gay if you were a real man" he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck. A moment of silence passes. I struggle against him.
Suddenly, I'm eating dirt as my face is shoved into the ground and I hear the familiar snap of elastic being ripped apart, tendrils of strings hitting my bare skin as my one garment is removed from my body.
I feel the pressure increase on my back, as tears well up in my eyes, rendering me sightless, hands wandering up and down
"told you you're not a real man"he grunts, hands clasping my hips
I close my eyes and count to ten before I fall unconscious.
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Horror"Hush now dear" his voice echoed as the sound collided against the walls of the dingy backroom that I had called home for the past few weeks of my life *TRIGGER WARNINGS * *RAPE *SELF HARM Please don't reproduce this story unless permission is grant...
