Our Reflection

20• If She Wants Me

Toni Topaz POV

I blinked a few times to try to focus an image inside that dark room. 

The candles had already gone out and the weight of Marjorie's body on top of mine was making it difficult for me to breathe. 

I moved my hands with difficulty and let out a groan of pain at the handcuffs. 

I felt something running down my arm and noticed a red drop making its way through my skin. 

Incredibly, the pain of being handcuffed until my wrists bleed was nothing compared to what I was feeling for Marjorie's act. 

She never expected an explosion of this nature, especially from someone like her. 

I moved impatiently and realized that the woman was waking up, but what was going to happen after Marjorie opened her eyes and saw me like that? 

"Hmm..."

I heard the woman mumble and she stood up with her eyes closed. 

As soon as he scratched and opened them, he seemed to have seen a ghost. 

"Toni?! But what ..."

Marjorie looked at my body covered in marks and hickeys, noticing my wrists. 

As if something had attacked her body, she hopped out of bed in despair and began to walk in circles, looking for her clothes. 

I refused to look at her, I was too hurt to try to understand what had happened. 

My gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, where a spider was amusing itself by wrapping a fly on the web. 

The sound of Marjorie's hurried footsteps hit my eardrums, but I tried my best not to look at her. 

After a few seconds of silence, I heard her voice close to my ear and she whispered a "forgive me". 

I closed my eyes tightly and let a tear run down the side of my face. 

The sound of hurried steps up the stairs indicated that I was alone. 

The only question I could think of was "why?" 

I didn't have the strength to scream, my wrists hurt and my ankles too. 

I decided to just close my eyes and try to sleep, maybe at some point she would come for me.  It just didn't happen. 

Why? The sound of footsteps upstairs made me wake up, I noticed it was already dark and if I didn't do something, it would be impossible for anyone to find me. 

With great difficulty, I opened my mouth and screamed begging for help. 

The confusion increased and someone opened the cellar door with a force. 

A few seconds later, a completely red, sweaty Cheryl was standing in front of me in astonishment. 

I didn't have to open my mouth to tell her what needed to be done. 

As if the house was on fire, Cheryl started to rummage through the drawers for the handcuff keys. 

After five minutes of searching, she found it and ran to let me go.  As soon as I felt that iron loosen my wrists, I could barely move them. 

Cheryl released my ankles and ran upstairs to do something. 

I didn't try to get out of bed, I was sure my feet were too weak for that. 

Instead, I took a good look at my body and started crying again, remembering what Marjorie had done to me. 

I couldn't tell Cheryl, I didn't want her and her sister to fight for another reason.