Our Story to tell

He came towards me with a knife in his hand. I thought he was going to kill me. I whimper being so frightened and try to push my body all the way back against the headboard, just to get him away from me. He lightly touches the blade of the knife first to my stomach and glides it up to my chest. The metal makes me quiver; he smiled cleary amused. My breathing becomes heavy and short. This was it, I thought to myself, just as I think my life was over; he cuts the rope that binds my hands above my head. I pulled them in front of me and try to rub the rope marks away. For a brief moment, I have a small hope that he's going to let me go. Sadly, I was mistaken. He looks me straight in the eyes and whispers,
"If you can get away, I'll let you go but if you can't, then you're mine!" I look at him confused. He rolls his eyes. "I want you to fight me for your freedom."
I look up at him in horror, he is a sick person. Before I can even think of what to do, he pins my wrists the sides of my head. I try to push him off but I'm weak. His body is laying on top of mine, pinning my legs against the bed. I can't move. I don't even have a chance. I put up a fight for five minutes but from the lack of food and water that they kept from me, I was too weak and soon gave in. My head lay down in shame. We're both out of breath. He looks at me with victory in his eyes. I am completely pinned to the bed with no hope. I cry silently as he whispers into my ear again.
"You lose." He grabs my hands and grabs rope on the nightstand nearby.
"No, please don't do this. Please, stop! Please!" I beg as I try to struggle and kick him off. He gets furious and punches me hard on the side of my right eye. I cry out more. "Please, stop!" He successfully ties my hand above my head again. I still struggle and pull at the rope. He gets up off the bed and slowly undresses.
"Don't worry sweet heart, I'll just be a moment.
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