Nameless

Chapter 9

I've estimated that I've been hanging here for at least twenty minutes. My dad is fumbling through what I'm guessing is a tool box. Jim must have come over before, so where was he now?
I could feel all of my blood rushing to my head as I start to drift deeper and deeper into what I think is going to be a very long sleep. My dad pulls out a hammer, a screwdriver, and some nails out of the box. He rushed over to the door and started nailing it shut. He must think that I'm fucking James Bond if he thinks I'm going to try to escape. The pounding of the hammer gives me a major headache, considering it's mixed together with blood flowing all the way to my head which will soon leave me unconscious. God damn it. What am I doing here? Why would my dad want to keep me here? Am I just being clueless? I can't think right now. All I'm focused on is staying awake.
The pounding stops and I try my hardest to keep my eyes open and pull my head up to see where my dad is. I couldn't tell if he was in front of me or still at the door until I felt a terrible pain in my head as I was dropped to the ground and held up by my shirt.
"WHERE DID YOU FUCKING FIND THESE, YOU SNOOPING WHORE?!"
He held up the old newspapers.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't even react. My blood was finally distributing back around my body as he was speaking--no, yelling, at me. My eyes started to close as he dropped me violently to the ground.
"Good for nothing, bitch. You deserve this."
I tolerated it, considering I didn't have enough strength to fight back. My head was pounding.
Another man was standing beside my father. "What the hell Rob? Is she the last one? Jesus, she should have been dead years ago."
I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew the voice from somewhere, but where?
"I know. Olivia liked this one. That's why she's still alive at the moment. "
Olivia. The missing Olivia.
Olivia Newton.
"You better get rid of her soon. There will be hell to pay if she's not terminated too."
That voice. Who's was it, God damn it!?
"She'll be gone before we know it. With all that blood rushing to her head after hanging upside down, she'll go unconscious any minute now."
"What's the bitch's real name anyway?"
"I don't fucking remember, we got her when she was three years old for Christ's sake."
After 17 years of living on this Earth, thinking my life was great, it turns out to be a tragedy. A mistake. I don't even know what my name is. I don't know who I am. The unidentified voice speaks again, "Well, she is a pretty one. I'll give you that. She was sort of fun whenever I was with her. Not that good of a kisser though. A virgin too. "
"Obviously."
I think those words hit me harder than the object on the balcony.
The voice belonged to Jim.

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Olivia Newton was still alive somewhere, and thankfully so was I. It was around 11 o' clock at night and Jim & my so-called "father" left me here at about 10. What the hell was I thinking, going into my dad's office? I ruined everything. My life as I knew it was a lie. I was not Annie Darringer. My dad was not Robert Darringer, and my mother was not Lou-Anne Darringer. My scholarship to Harvard was now gone, and my softball career is down the drain. I must have at least twelve head injuries and I've only been here for about four hours. I knew exactly what my "father" would do about school tomorrow. He would call in and say I was sick, then call Lou-Anne and say that I do not want to be disturbed & I would be in my room all night. That way, no one would come looking for me. Not even Jim, who I'm assuming is not even Jim after all.
My head was spinning. What the hell was even going on?
My hands were tied around my back and my feet were tied together. There was something tied around my mouth, and there was blood dripping from my temple area. I wasn't even going to try and get out of this. I've seen movies, there was no meaning in attempting to escape.
Someone entered the room, and since I was now seeing clearly, I recognized him immediately.
"Hello, Annie. "
Jim's voice traveled through my brain, searching for a response. I was still a tad shaky on words.
"Hi."
"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, but it wouldn't be as fun if I did, now would it?"
He was evil. Damn, why didn't I notice before?
"So, I was sent down here to do a job, and you're definitely not going to like it."
I had an idea of what it was. He walked over to my chair and looked at me with tired eyes, "I did fall in love with you, you know. I do love you, which is why I have to do this." He grabbed my waist, "Rob's going to kill you, and I love you, which means, you have to be rid of." He started unzipping my pants and pulling them off only to the knee, revealing my pink undergarmets. "My job has to be completed, Annie, or whatever your name is," he pulled them down further, "I wasn't lying either. When I said you were a pretty one. You are, but darling, your life is too perfect. Almost wondrously perfect. I'm surprised he kept you alive for so long, sweetcheeks." My pants were off, and he edged at my shirt. I tensed up as he removed it, but he didn't respond. Not even a little. "But I did lie to you, I'm not a virgin. Or a holy roller. See, that's my job. I get you ready for Rob. " I was in a basement, covered in only my bra and underwear with Jim taking everything off of my body. There was no use in struggling. He would only be more violent and brutal. "Ready, Sweet Pea?"
Fucking Sweet Pea.
I nodded. There was no use in holding back because he had a job. And he would complete that job, if I was dead or alive. So I let Jim do his job without struggle or means of escaping. He kissed my head and said "I'm so sorry, Annie, " as he took off my panties and unzipped his pants.
Oh. Well, I guess I didn't see that one coming.

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TIME OUT : THIS CHAPTER IS WEIRD AF AND IM SO SORRY TO ANYONE WHO DOESNT UNDERSTAND IT, BUT BASICALLY THIS NEXT PART DOES GET SEXUAL. IT ISNT TERRIBLE BUT.. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE BECAUSE UMM I DONT KNOW, IT GIVES THE STORY MORE EXCITEMENT. AGAIN, I AM SORRY THAT THIS WILL GET SEXUAL. OKAY, READ ON!
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He was gentle for most of it. I was a virgin so I didn't know what to do.
He kissed my lips first, then he reached down and put his hand on my waist. My hands, still tied behind my back. He pulled down his boxers and I shut my eyes. I knew what was coming next.
He pushed himself into me, gently at first, then rough which sucked. He pulled out and pushed in repetitively, only getting what he wanted & what Robert had assigned him to do. I yelled through the cloth which was keeping me from talking. Obviously, he was enjoying himself.
He then picked me up off of the chair and placed me on the floor, laying me down, still with himself still inserted into me. He kept moaning, which I wanted to do (not out of satisfaction of course), because he was hurting me. Pretty much, he was doing it as his job. He took the cloth out of my mouth and kissed my mouth. Then he kissed me down my neck and down my chest. He stopped and asked me, "Am I hurting you?" He seemed genuine, so I said yes.
He pulled himself out & then put himself back in, trying to find a good spot I guess. He hit it. I moaned and he went still.
Great.