Should I Stay? (Slow Updates)

#9

I woke up and rolled over, a groggy feeling encompassing my entire body. I felt around to find the familiar sheets of the bed in Alexis's room, but cold nipped at my wrists. I brought my hand to my face and saw that my wrists were shackled. I instantly began to panic; pulling at the sheets and chains. When I tried to sit up pain shot up my spine causing me to yelp. I lifted up my shirt to see a bruises the size of two large fists on my stomach. Shades of purple, green, and brown blended together to create an ugly shade of black. That's when I remembered that Alexis had punched me.
        "Time to go home, Casey."
        I shivered as I went through the events of yesterday, or today, I'm not sure what time it is, in my head. Edna... Edna is Alexis's aunt. She betrayed me. She tricked me. I never had a chance of going home. My shoulders sunk.
        Suddenly, the door opened and Alexis walked in, turning on some extra lights. She had a plate of food in her hands. My stomach grumbled at the sight of hash-browns and toast. Alexis laughed at the roar from my stomach.
        "Hungry, baby?" She teased. She set the plate of food on the nightstand, far from my reach, and sat on the bed crawling over to me. I scooted away from her until I hit the backboard. The same confused look was cast on her face again. "Baby, why are you afraid? Why don't you love me?" I practically scoffed in her face.
        "You kidnapped me!" I screamed at her. "You dragged me here against my will and violated me, and hit me, and forced yourself on me!" She looked hurt at my words but I continued on, "You hit me and brought me to a drug deal where I could have been shot and killed!"
        "Baby I-"
        I interrupted her, "No! You gave me false hope when I found Edna! I thought I was going home! I thought I would see my mom again." I got quieter at the thought of my mom. Being away from her brought me to tears, but I refused to cry. "You cut me open and put a tracker inside me to ensure I would never feel freedom again. Called me yours and told me I belonged to you, like I'm some object or toy."
        "Baby, you don't understand," Alexis pleaded, "I did it because I love you. I'm sorry I hurt you, I truly am, I just can't control myself sometimes. I'm working on that though. For you. I love you, Casey."
        The sound of her excuses only fueled my anger. She was defending herself? After I just listed a million reasons why she should be rotting away in jail. She continued to talk and tell me how much she loved me but I didn't hear a word. I just screamed at her in my head, blaming her, hating her. That's when I chose to voice the worst thing I could have:
        "I hate you."
        Alexis froze. Her entire body went rigid and she stared at me in complete horror. She couldn't believe what she'd heard. At first, I felt proud. I finally hit her with pain. I finally gave her at least some of the punishment she deserved for doing this to me. But my pride turned to fear when I saw the anger in her eyes. The ice-y grey was replaced with a much darker shade, almost black, and her jaw clenched.
        "That was mean, Princess." She said. Her voice was different; it wasn't the regular, low voice she had when she got angry. No, this was much worse. It was like her entire self had morphed. I can't describe it clearly, but she reminded me of a figure completely formed by rage. "I'll give you a reason to hate me."
        And that's when she lunged.
        She climbed on top of me and ripped my shirt off, revealing the bra I was wearing. I screamed to get her off of me, she slapped me in response. She chuckled at the bruise, pressing against it and enjoying the sound of my yelps. Then she bent down and began biting me, leaving trails of red marks all over my torso. She grabbed at my chest and toyed with it. Whenever I screamed for her to get off or stop she slapped me or hit the bruise on my stomach.
        Then she moved to my jeans, quickly unbuttoning and removing them. She grabbed for my underwear and I screamed so loudly she winced. Of course, she slapped me, then punched me in the stomach, but I only screamed more. I begged and pleaded for her to stop, and when she didn't I used my legs which, luckily, hadn't been chained. I kicked her wherever I could, using the sudden adrenaline to keep my strength.
        Before I could hit her in a vulnerable spot, she grabbed my legs and pinned them down with hers, then removing my underwear. When it reached my knees I yanked my legs as hard as I could and kicked her square in the face. She fell backwards and off the bed, a loud thump and groan following her. I quickly scooted as far away as possible, pulling up my underwear, and tried to break free from the chains.
        Alexis was already up on her feet before I could get anywhere on getting free. She turned to me with blood dripping from her nose. I got her harder than I thought.
        With the same menacing voice as before, she growled, "My beautiful princess, you've resisted against the queen. You'll need punished for that." I shook my head in horror and disgust at the way she addressed herself. Tears that threatened to fall burned my eyes but still, I refused to cry.
        Instead of getting back on the bed like I expected, Alexis walked around to either side and undid the chains. Then she grabbed my wrist, gently I might add, and led me to the far side of the room that didn't have much furniture.
        "Alexis what are you-?" I fell to the ground. I yelped at the sudden pain in the cheek where Alexis had just punched me. Before I could get up, she kicked me in the stomach. I screamed. She continued to kick me in the stomache and I could feel the bruise getting worse. She moved onto my chest and my legs, then got on the ground and began hitting me repeatedly on my body and slapping me a few times in the face. I screamed and cried, the tears finally escaping. I begged for her to stop, apologizing over and over again. By the time she was satisfied I was bleeding from multiple parts of my body and bruises were already starting to form.
        As soon as she stood up I crawled away from her and into a corner. She smirked at the mess she had made, then walked over to me. I began to cry harder in fear of her beating me more. She bent down to my level and tilted my head up with her fingers, causing me to flinch.
        "This is what you get when you go against me, Princess. Because that's the thing; you are my toy. You belong to me. I own you. And you can't ever get away from me."

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A/N

Hello again! I thought I'd do some spam updates due to being so inactive which I apologize for! Hoped y'all enjoyed the chapters!
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