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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Why did he kidnap me? This happened 3 months ago. Many times I have tried to escape the clutches of his rough hands. Many times I have cried for help. But I need to get stronger in order to escape from him. Now, three months later, I think about this, but now my feelings are different. I wanted to kill him, to make him suffer the way he made me suffer. "Do it, kill him!" Is what I'm thinking. "Kill him and it will be over. I will be able to escape." The mask that was hiding his identity looks at me as I hold the knife to his throat. The whole time I been wondering why I didn't just slit his throat. He told me to do it, to finish him but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I couldn't hate him for the times he whipped me or raped me. I just couldn't. I looked at him holding the knife to his throat with a shaky hand. No matter how hard I try I can't hate him. No matter how hard I try I can't get the knife to slice Reidson's throat. Dropping the knife on the floor I look at his face. I couldn't see his eyes because of the white mask. Now the same hands that used to be so rough became soft and warm. He still beats and rapes me but I figured out why I didn't hate him for making me suffer like this with these same hands that hurt me so cruelly are now touching my face gently. I held his hand to my chest as I look at his masked face. His hand is stained with blood. My blood. I look at his face, I have fallen into a cruel love.

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