The Time I Spent

The Time I Spent

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Time wasted. Nightfall ends. The moon rises, and her screams fall dead. He comes out of the camper, grips my shoulder. His breath hovers over my left ear. It makes my heart pound. I swear, for a moment. Just that one moment. He can hear it. "Be good, and go wait in the truck." He says in his deep husky voice. My breath hitches and I nod. I get up and gather my things near me, I walk over to the truck. It's color is black, like his soul. I can't walk right. my feet keep wanting to stumble over things that aren't even there. I grab the handle and climb in. as I sit there, I look at myself in the mirror. Blood on my neck. his large handprint had stained my neck, and shoulder. Tears filled my eyes. I want to cry. I want to escape, but he knows me too well. And it's not like I can even run. He knows my... Every. Single. Move. It's like he created me and I'm his play thing. I don't understand this, and I hate it. What did I do wrong? What is this situation. Why did one date, turn into this monstrosity? Help. (This story includes rape, sexual assault, sensitive subjects, abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, and gore. If uncomfortable please don't read. Thank you.)
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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