BOUND TO HIM

6 Feet Under

It has been a week now since the party, and I haven't heard from Brandon. It's a small ounce of relief because I had given him my number prior to him using me, and I assumed he would be calling me to make sure I didn't tell on him. I've wanted to unravel several times to my friends but his threat would always echo in my mind and stop me. I've continued my life as normal with the exception of nearly rubbing my skin off during every shower. No amount of soap and scrubbing made me feel like I had washed away the dirty that he put on my body. I went to school and joked and laughed with my friends as if all was normal. It was a struggle but somehow I managed thru it. I did, on occasion have an eerie feeling that I was been followed. I would catch a glimpse of a red vehicle and automatically assume it was his truck. I felt quite silly being so paranoid and would make myself feel better by pretending that if I did see him again I would definitely give him a piece of my mind. Friday approached and I was ready for a peaceful weekend at home. I planned on relaxing by the pool and catching up on my reading, but all my plans changed when I got a text from an unknown number.
"I must see you tonight."
"Who is this?" I replied.
"Your boyfriend beautiful."
My heart hit my stomach when I read the word beautiful. Most girls would love such an adoring name, but to me it represented being a victim. I was about to text back that I would not see him and there's no way he was my boyfriend, but my notification dinged again.
"Before you say no, I think you should know that this isn't a request and I will see you no matter what."
I thought I would be clever and spin a lie that kept me from angering him and let me off the hook at the same time.
"Sorry but I'm out of town."
I was actually sitting at the nearby coffee shop which is my daily routine after getting out of school. I keep a regular schedule and hardly ever swayed from my own monotony. I even order the same coffee drink daily.
"I know where you are, so don't lie to me beautiful." He texted.
How in the hell?? I looked around the room and didn't see him so I boldly texted back.
"You're mistaken. I left right after school. It doesn't matter either way I'm still not going to see you. I hate you. You attacked me at the party and you better leave me alone before I go to the police."
I smiled as I hit send on my phone. It must have scared him off because I didn't receive any more texts as I finished my coffee. I gathered up my stuff and strolled to where my car was parked. When I was only a few feet away I looked up and saw a tall figure leaned up against my car. As I got closer I realized it was him. A shiver shot down my spine but I approached confidently assuming that the daylight would keep this monster at bay.
"What do you think you're doing? Get away from my car!"
I snarled at him.
He quickly grabbed my arm just above the bend of my elbow. He twirled me around landing my back against my car. It took my breath away and I was forced to listen to him. As he tightened his grip he said.
"That's enough! From now on you will be seeing me when you get out of school. I know your every move beautiful. You will never escape me"
Then it hit me. How did he know where I was? How did he even know what kind of car I drive? For a split second I was confused but then I remembered my feeling of being followed. Apparently he had followed me all week. He knew my routine and had been planning his second attack the whole time.
"Let go of me. You're the devil and I don't want anything to do with you. I'll call the cops right now if you don't let me go. I'll scream for help. You won't get..."
"Shut your mouth!"
He boldly interrupted.
"You and I are gonna take a ride beautiful. It's time I show you something. If you cause a scene I'll break your wrist and you won't be able to play basketball."
Faster than lightning he used his free hand to take hold of my hand while keeping me close with the one he had vice gripped at my elbow. His eyes were dark and I immediately regretted my threats of involving anyone. He had my middle finger to my pinky finger against his palm and he used the tips of my fingers to force a bend to the outside. Fingers naturally bend up and down. Mine were about to bend side to side. I winched in pain and let out a yelp, but quickly became quiet as I felt my bones starting to crack. I looked around for a small glimmer that a passerby might look at us and instantly realize I needed help. Sadly if there had been someone pass by they would have most likely only seen a couple hold hands. He pushed me into his truck from the drivers side so that he could continue his hold over me. I couldn't escape.
Once the truck was in gear and we were safely away from my last hope of escape he released my fingers. I jerked my hand away and nursed my poor hand by massaging blood back to it. I checked and thankfully no permanent damage. ASSHOLE!! I yelled at him, but only in my head, I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was deathly afraid of him.
We set in silence the entire 20 min drive and the first words spoken were his command.
"Get out."
I looked up and what I saw chilled me to my bones. A graveyard. It appeared to be mostly abandoned, over grown vegataion, with no signs of decoration flowers or tokens from above ground loved ones. He came towards me and before I could flee he caught my hand. Damn it...he had the one that wasn't hurting. I hope he doesnt make both my hands sore. If I had known what was about to take place I doubt I would have had such trivial thoughts. He dragged me to the back corner of the lot to a grave with a sad looking headstone. The efgegy wasn't legible and it looked to be over 100 years old.
He threw me on the ground with a thud. He towered over me and his eyes appeared like round obsidian stones. His stance was broad and powerful, he was magnificent and maleficent. I was almost entranced by his handsome features but then he spoke.
"You have threatened me for the last time, my beauty. You claim that I am the devil and that may be true. But you are my Angel and you are forever bound to me. From now on you owe me your life. Every decision you make or freedom you enjoy is mine to do with it as I desire. If you dare to disobey me, I will bury you beneath the ground on which you sit. This delapatated gravestone will be the only marker of your existence. No one will find you. No one will ever mourn over your worm infested corpse. Only I will know where you are and you will be only mine forever. It's up to you now to decide if you will live by my side or die by my hand. Make your choice."
I started to wail. Bucketfulls of tears drained from my eyes. He was such a fucking monster! I hated him to the core with every fiber of my being. I didn't answer him and he grew tired of my sobs. He straddled me pinning my hands beside my head. I screamed in terror but no one could hear my cries. He spoke again with a hard calm about him.
"Make your choice beautiful. You are my angel and I have clipped your wings so you can never fly away and leave me."
His face was within an inch from mine and his warm breath reminded me of hell. I decided at that moment that I wanted to live. If only to one day break my so called chains from this master. Then I would rise up and destroy his hold over me.
"I choose life."
"That's my girl." He said. "Now show me how much you want me."
"Huh? You want me to have sex with you?"
I said dreading the answer that I already knew. He nodded and then released my hands. I slowly pulled off my shirt. He set atop of me and his eyes changed to the color of amber. He stared at me and slowly lowered his gaze down my chest. I could feel his manhood starting to harden. He took his fingers and began to trace the outline of my face. They looped around my chin and softly danced across my neck. Lower they went until they reach my breasts that were still protected by the material of my bra. He gently lifted my back to slip his hand behind and unfasten my clasp. He leaned down and lightly licked the tip of my nipples. For a moment I had forgotten the circumstances and became aroused by the gentleness of his touch. From then on it wouldn't matter how much pain he inflicted he always knew how to caress away my anger towards him. He was like a venus fly trap. The sweet nectar of his gentle side left me enough belief that he truly loved me and that he couldn't control his desire for me. His desire fueled his passion but also his anger. He was an addict and I was his drug. After suckling on my nipples he slide his tongue up to my lips. It was hot and sexy the way he kissed me. This was starting to feel the way I had imagined our first time was supposed to be. He was gentle and took his time paying attention to every part of my womanhood. He made love to me, the romantic kind of entanglement that I had only dreamed about. It sounds crazy with what had happen prior to this but it was the best sex I had ever had. Even the death filled setting seemed to melt way as our bodies became one. I wanted more of him. The way he was in this moment created my later used excuse for when he was beating me. I believed I could help him change into the lover he was in the graveyard. But I must say that even the devil can pretend to be angelic, he was of course, a fallen angel. Brandon knew how to manipulate me. If there existed a book written about me and what would control my mind then you could bet that he was the author.