I woke up slowly. My eyes fluttered open and would close again, they did this a few times until I realized I was awake. My memory, on the other hand, came back much quicker. I looked down at my feet which were bare, and at the end of a dull white bed. My hands were tied tightly around the metal bars of the headboard. Where was I? I began looking around the room. It was very hazy and dark. The only light came from a small window that hugged the ceiling on the right side of the room. The walls were made of cobbled stone and had moss growing in little spurts that circled the room. I began to panic. The last thing I remember I was talking to Alec and now I don't know where the fuck I am. I felt my chest tighten up, making it difficult to breathe. I sucked in hard, gasping and trying to loosen the ropes that were on my wrists. Tears poured up in my eyes and I began screaming. "Help me! Please!" I pulled my arms down hard, nearly cutting my circulation off. "Please! Anyone! Help Me!" I wailed at the top of my lungs, tears in my voice.
"Marcie?" a deep voice called out from the darkness which silenced me. I peered out into the black corner to watch a tall figure slowly float out into the dim light. It was a male; the features weren't apparent but I knew exactly who it was. My heart beat out of my chest and I began screaming for my life. I struggled to get up and out of the bed, kicking my legs in the air and flopping around like a fish out of water. He kneeled next to the bed and brushed the hair out of my face. His touch paralyzed me. His face was almost stressed looking. Small dark circles hugged the bottom of his black eyes. His deep brown hair fell in front of them, hiding parts of his face. His bottom lip played hide and seek with me, it would disappear several times behind his teeth, as if he was having a nervous daydream. "Don't worry honey, it's just me." he said trying to calm me down and caressing my cheek softly. I shut my eyes tight letting a few tears fall to the pillow under my head. I hoped that somehow if I closed my eyes tight enough I would wake up in my own bed. It was a distant dream.
I woke to a loud slam of a door. The heavy metal echoed through-out the small stone room and left a faint ringing in my ears. I blinked my eyes a few times until they focused on the boy standing at the end of my bed. He walked over to my side and smiled at me. His smile burned at the side of my cheek; I refused to look at him. I stared blankly at the cracks in the wall in front of me. Condensation dripped down from the ceiling and onto the walls, creating iron streaks that ran down to the floor. "Look what I got you Marcie!" he said excited and shoved a bright white dress in my face; I had no choice but to take my eyes off the wall; the bright fabric burned my eyes. It had delicate lace that hugged the square neckline and the bottom hem, no sleeves just about a two-inch strap that hung on each shoulder. I was confused, scared. He gravitated closer to me laying the dress flat by the bottom of the bed and reached out towards me with a pair of scissors. I looked the other way and shut my eyes tight. I felt his warm hands brush against my stomach lifting my shirt up slowly. My chest grew heavier and heavier as he went along. The cold metal scissors glided across my stomach, cutting the fabric as he pulled it taught. I tried to fight it, I flopped around and pulled at my arms and kicked my legs. I felt a quick pressure on my navel followed by a piercing pain; I screamed loud, opening my eyes and unwittingly glancing down at my bare stomach which now was bleeding out. "Marcie! Look what you made me do! This is what happens when you fight!" he yelped and ripped the remainder of my shirt off and pressed it against my pierced skin. With the other hand, he caressed my cheek and brushed my sweaty hair away from my face. This went on for a couple of minutes until my bleeding stopped and he continued undressing me. He unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them slowly and carefully. I lay there, still as possible, petrified, as he peeled my pants off me. He ran his fingers over my black lace underwear. "Please, don't hurt me." I whispered as tears ran down my cheeks.
He grabbed the white dress from the end of the bed and unzipped it. He slid it up my legs and brushed against my underwear once more, pulling it over my bra and stopped to look at me. He ran his fingers over my cheek and smiled at me. "Calm down Marcie, I won't harm you unless you deserve it." he whispered back and kissed my cheek. His breathe smelt of cigarettes which stung my nostrils. He then began untying my wrists from the headboard, in hopes that he could slip my arms into the holes of the dress. He was crazy if he thought I would just let him use me as a doll. He carefully pulled me up and slid one of my arms into the dress slowly. He grabbed my other wrist and pulled the fabric up my forearm, it's brushing gently against my beaded skin. My feelings were always mutual for Alec, but now I really felt for him. I felt so much anger and hatred for him; every part of my being just wanted to beat my fist into his face, and that's just what I had done. I swung so hard at him that his head shot backwards and he fell on the ground beside the bed. My knuckles blistering as I sprinted for the door. I pulled at it hard and banged on it with my good hand but it was no use. I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping that maybe a soul would hear me but the only soul that was around was my own, and there was a demon coming straight for me. I crouched on the ground and begged for his forgiveness.
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Tangled Up In Him (Complete)
Short Story"By the end of the night I regained my strength and was able to even get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Alec watched me of course, like a hawk. He knew I felt better and wanted to make sure I didn't try making any rational decisions. To my sur...
