25

288 19 0
                                    

So now am I suppose to just turn back and leave...
And forget my chances of leaving this place

But I am very sure that the day I first entered this building , this gate was opened by an elderly man... So where is he now, The man that opened the door is no where to be found

Or maybe he went out to get something.. He should be back soon.. I'll just have to wait for him... When he opens this door I would run like hell let loose out of here without a word to him.. He might be acting loyal to his boss and not let me go

The moment that gate opens.. I should be ready for anything..
So I sat down on the floor and wait... I dont know how long I waited but I lost track of time

Time passed but I was certain the person that would walk through that door would be my way out but for now all I need to do is wait

And ohh how I waited
I knew I wasn't going to give up... So I stayed out there in the son

then I heard key jingling and the gate cracking open, when the gate finally opens.. I was already standing in front of it ready to dive out as quickly as possible

Then I ran out  and unfortunately straight into his arms... I didn't even notice him at first.. I was just running out to freedom and that's all that I thought about

The streets weren't as busy as I thought they would be... It was a dead end.... I was screaming when I realized I was in his arms... But my  gaze around was enough discouragement... The only person that was visible at sight was miles away with his back turned against me

And in split seconds, I was back in the compound... His arms were wrapped firmly around me and pushing me back inside... Once we were passed the gate he tossed me to the floor  and ran back quickly to shut the gate.. I ran towards him just to make my way out but he was too fast... Both sides of the gates were shut to my face

And when he turned back to look at me... His face was hard and cold with anger visible in his eyes. You can tell he wants to finish me

And since I couldn't run out.. I decided to at least hide somewhere in the compound.. I ran round the house and he was right behind me... I ran as fast as I could but he was faster.. Even in his office shoes and ties.. He caught up with me before I could go round the house

It was already getting dark and it felt nice to finally be able to see the clouds... I was desperate to stay outsidw even if  it was for a little while, but my legs are weak and am bruised all over and I can feel my fever kicking up again 

But he wouldn't let me have that... He pulled me by my hair and dragged me into house.. Into the same hell I was trying so hard to leave today....

I didn't realize I had waited that long at the gate.. Enough for him to meet me there... Now he would be brutal.. I can feel it

Once we were in the house I felt the drain in my blood, I felt suffocated

And the beast wastes no time in taking charge immediately he locked the door.. He turned to the me and began to unbuckle his belt..

I crawled back not understanding why he's removing his belt.. Then he was approaching me with the belt folded into two in his right hand

"Mr Philips... What are you doing "

My breathing was still fast from running around.. and I still need sometime to catch my breath... Lord pls I dont think I can bear anything more

His spanking land hard on my stomach and I screamed in pain... It was so painful... Why is he hitting me with his belt

"You want to know what am doing huh.... You want me to teach you sense since you have exhausted the one you have.. Don't worry I'm going to teach you "

He continued to hit me, everywhere.. My hands , my side, my back, my face everywhere I turned to... The heavy belt slap lands on me... I cried out.. This was like piercing my skin.. It hurts so much..

After several strokes..... He stopped and I can hear him panting slowly...

I was sobbing quietly on the floor when his hand grabbed my leg

Oh no.. What now.. He wasn't done with me and I don't have any energy left but he doesn't care

He is all about himself and every other  thing or person doesn't matter...

Perfect SCARSWhere stories live. Discover now