BOUND TO HIM

Uncovered

Spring Senior Year

The flowers were all in bloom, and the weather was staying warm enough to venture outside. I love the water and don't need much reason to go swimming. So when Brandon asked me if I wanted to take the seadoo to the lake I readily agreed. He told me that there would be another couple joining us and we would meet them there. It was refreshing to not have to spend the whole day alone with him. It also meant that he wouldn't hurt me and that was such a rare thing these days.
On the way there he explained to me who the couple was and gave me instructions on how to act.
"Blain and Rachel are good friends of mine. Do I need to remind you that you better not makeup any bullshit about me?" He said.
"Oh so I can't tell Rachel that you abuse me and force me to have sex with you?"
What the fuck? Did I just say that out loud? I thought he would reach over the seat and pinch my arm as he had often done before when I answered him incorrectly. But he just kept quiet the rest of the ride there. To me that was much more frightening, the anticipation of my punishment was usually worse than the beating.
When we got to the boat dock he unloaded the seadoo, then told me to wait by his truck while he went to tie it to the dock. I leaned against the truck and looked out across the landscape. There wasn't anyone else around except for two guys loading their boat. I watched them finish arranging their fishing equipment and as they were leaving they causally waved a goodbye to me. It's a common practice to greet a complete stranger with a wave where I'm from. It's a howdy or have a good day, and doesn't mean anything, it's a common courtesy.
"Who the hell was that?"
My heart plummeted to my feet this time, and I stayed rooted to the ground, as an inquiring Brandon approached.
"How in the hell should I know?"
Wow. That was twice in one day my mouth smarted off without my brain stepping in with reason. Unfortunately, this time wouldn't go unpunished. He yanked me by the arm and took me to a small storage shed that I hadn't noticed previously. It was empty and only had a roof over four cement block walls. Honestly I couldn't understand its purpose, unless it wasn't a finished project.
I've never stopped to think about all the useless or abandoned buildings that housed my torture, until now, but it's fascinating just how many exist randomly in the area. Did he have an instinct that immediately set off anytime he wanted to teach me a lesson, or maybe it was something he always looked for first when we arrived somewhere? Whatever the cause, this shed, was optimal for him.
He slung me against one of the walls and the cold concrete scrapped my back when I landed. He placed his hand against the wall above my head, and towered over me to deliver his wrath.
"I will ask you one last time. Who the FUCK were those guys?"
He screamed at me, even though, he was only inches away from my ear.
"I don't know them. I swear. They just waved bye to be friendly." I spoke with the proper beaten down woman tone this time.
"Well if you weren't flirting with them then you won't be wet."
As he spoke, he moved his arm down to my throat to keep me pinned against the wall. With his other hand he shoved it up my skirt so he could drag his fingers between my pussy lips. My body betrayed me yet again. I couldn't help leaking my liquids anytime he was being aggressive towards me. It's like my puss was preparing for the upcoming battle, but to him it was a sign that I was aroused by the two guys.
"Just like I thought. You're fucking soaking wet, you dirty whore." He said, as he began pushing his finger inside me.
I squirmed, trying to free myself from his embrace. That only angered him, and he shoved two more fingers up my vagina. It stretched me out and caused extreme pain. He forcefully mashed his lips against mine, invading my mouth with his tongue. He kissed me for so long, that I thought I'd pass out without air. Finally he released my mouth to continue his verbal assult.
"Are you still thinking about those two losers? You probably are." Before I could answer, he continued. "Guess you need to be reminded of how good it feels to have my cock inside you."
"Please not here, not now, you can force me to fuck you later." I said boldly but with the tone of a scared lamb.
He was displeased with my answer but removed his hand away from my sex. I foolishly sighed with relief. He wasn't giving up like I had hoped. He started unzipping his shorts. FUCK! HE'S NOT GOING TO STOP. I thought to myself. I was right. He moved his hand from my neck and repositioned it on my rib. This was the same rib he had broke a few months back. It was discovered by accident. He learned that if he applied pressure to that bone it would render me incapacitated. He was trying to get me to put my hands on the steering wheel so he could restrain them. I was resisting too much. His hand slipped off the seat and landed on my rib. My entire body fell limp as I gasped for air. It felt like the bone was protruding thru my lungs and expelled all my oxygen. I immediately froze. He didn't release me either. He had found a new toy and wanted to see how it worked. He slapped, punched, and even bit me to fully understand the extent of control he had. He loved to use this trick whenever he didn't want to put forth the effort to properly attack me. It was convenient. It didn't leave behind any bruises, and out in public he could wrap his arm around me and apply a slight pressure to achieve submission.
So with his fingers pressing on my rib, I stood against the wall not moving and unable to speak. He took his dick out and stroked it for a minute before lifting my skirt and penetrating me. My legs were still firmly planted on the ground as he forced his way inside me. It hurt like hell to put it mildly. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and relinquished the fight. He picked me up in his arms with ease. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The stone didn't offer any comfort with the hard thrusts he gave me. The harder his dick rammed inside me, the harder my back and head would hit the wall.
"You like it rough don't you beautiful?" He said between breaths.
"Tell me you love me. Tell me you love my dick inside you."
I didn't respond. I was in my dark room and although I could hear him I wasn't able to answer. It was like I was having an out of body experience. I could see and hear all that was happening but I wasn't present in my body to offer an answer. He dropped me off his dick. He wasn't finished with me yet. He turned me around to face the wall. He pressed my face against it and reinserted his dick. Excruciating pain radiated through out my body, as he fucked me from behind. Nothing was off limits to him. He reached around to my pussy lips and squeezed them like lemons. He took a hold of my earlobe between his teeth and bit down causing me to yell in pain. He quickly slapped his hand across my mouth to silence me. I guess the satisfaction from making me yell in pain was enough for this monster to release his load. I stayed flattened against the wall while he wiped off his dick and put it away. He turned me back towards him and got right in my face.
"I'm sorry I had to do that beautiful. Fuck. I'm so protective over you, I can't have you looking at other guys. You're mine and I will always prove that to you." He spoke his usual words. First an apology he didn't mean, then an explanation of what I did wrong. I sank to the ground with my knees pulled to my chest. I hid my face and cried. I have to get out of this relationship.
He left me there to put the pieces of myself back together like he always did. He went to park the truck and gather our things. When he came back his mood had shifted and he mutated to a loving boyfriend. We rode the watercraft to a nearby dock, where Blain and Rachel were waiting. The two guys took the seadoos out to ride while us girls were left to sunbathe on the dock. I didn't plan on getting much of a tan with the swimsuit I had on, and I was wearing a long swimming cover over it. Rachel was pleasant, and we chatted about the non specifics of life for a few hours. The sun was beating down and I couldn't take the heat any longer. Since it was just us girls I took off my coverlet. Rachel shrieked when she saw the scratches on my back. The old bruises on my upper arm caused her enough alarm she asked my most dreaded question. "What happened? Where did you get all those bruises and scratches?" I hated being asked that for two reasons. One, it meant that I had to lie, and two I had to be a very convincing liar with a believable reason.
"Oh the scratches happened earlier today." I laughed as I spoke, preparing the set up of being a clumsy dumb blonde. "My cat tripped me this morning while I was walking down the brick steps at my house. I landed on my back and slid to the bottom." A complete lie since we didn't own a cat nor was there a single brick at my parent's house.
"These on my arms are from volleyball practice. I bruise easily." God, I hope she was buying this bullshit. She did of course. Most people did believe me. It's only the women who have experienced abuse that could see straight thru me.
It wasn't long before the two guys came riding back up. Brandon called out to me from the water.
"Come ride with me darling."
I knew that it wasn't a request so I got up, put my coverlet back on along with the life jacket, and got on the back of the seadoo. He drove us to an empty slue before killing the engine. I could tell by the way he ripped the safety key out of the ignition that he was mad about something.
"Why did you take off the cover over your bathing suit?"
Brandon said with a sharp tongue.
"Oh, I was really hot with it on."
I answered matter of factly.
"I think, you did it to show Rachel your bruises. Or you did it to get Blain's attention."
I knew that if I spoke now I would be damned either way.
"Do I not give you enough attention?"
By attention he meant beatings.
"Fucking answer me!"
He yelled at me this time. I knew that his rage had reached it's full potential. The black marbles he used for eyes were focused on me.
"I...I didn't mean to do anything wrong. I love you. Only you."
I pleaded with him hoping to calm him.
"Did she say anything about your marks?"
He asked.
"Yes. But I explained what happened."
I was about to tell him exactly what I told her but was interrupted by the engine start of the seadoo. He hit the throttle and when he reached a high speed he quickly turned to the left. This caused me to fall off the back and land in the water. At first I thought it was an accident, but when he circled back around to me it was obvious. He came straight at my head. Just before impact I slipped my body inside the lifejacket leaving only the top part of my head sticking up. Crash. The craft grazed the top of my skull. The thump, thankfully, did not cause any bleeding. It did leave a goose egg on top that made sleeping painful for a week. I was still in denial that he would have done that when he approached again.
"Still want to play the victim? Want people to feel sorry for you?"
He snapped at me as he pulled me out of the water and back on the seadoo. I couldn't believe his accusation. I tried desperately to keep people from noticing the bruises. I avoided wearing anything revealing, I carried makeup with me, always, in case I needed to cover up the choking marks. I'm the one who had to create elaborate yet believable lies. He constantly threw the words playing the victim in my face. Nowadays if someone dares mention it I completely lose my shit. I'm not a victim. I fought back with every ounce of strength in me. I didn't choose to stay, I was forced, usually to protect the ones I love.
Even at this point of our relationship I felt somewhat responsible for his actions. He brainwashed me into believing that he hurt me because he loved me. I blamed myself for the entire day at the lake.
It took a kidnapping, a machete, and my college roommate before I finally saw I wasn't the problem. I did love and give enough. He was the one that was unworthy.