TW: Sexual assault. Not Rape.
TW: Physical abuse
TW: Mentions of a cult.
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Jozef breathed a furious sigh after each sting.
I tried to stop for a while. The sound was clearly irritating Jozef.
The feeling welled up inside me again. I rubbed the stinging lashes on my wrist. I had been doing this for so long. raised welts crisscrossed my forearm. A few of them felt like they had split the skin but it was entirely possible that I was wrong.
I rubbed the one that I was most sure had opened. It soothed the cold pain but replaced it with a soft burning. That would keep me quietly focused for a while.
Not for very long as it turned out.
I drew the elastic back and released.
Slap
The sting brough the cold pain. I gulped. It helped, but not as much as it had originally.
Slap
Again the relief was short lived.
Again I pulled back the elastic further than I had before. This one was going to hurt.
SLAP
I hissed softly under my breath.
That one had split the skin. Surely.
Tentatively I traced my fingers along the newest welt. The heat radiating from my arm made it difficult to separate sensations.
I withdrew my hand from the welt and brought the tips of my fingers together and then apart. They were sticky.
I was bleeding.
The new feeling of slight resistance as I separated my fingers distracted me for a while.
A sharp turn had my head slamming into the now closed window.
The smell of gasoline had dissipated a lot. Not completely, but a lot. We had been driving for a long time.
"Ow" My comment was delayed and with no real feeling.
"You'll be fine" was Jozef's gruff reply.
I nodded.
We went around another corner.
My stomach lurched.
I groaned softly and gripped the elastic.
I pulled back hard. I needed this one to hurt.
The elastic snapped.
"Ah fuck." I groaned
"Calm down. Just hold it in a little more. We're almost there."
Pressure rose in the back of my throat.
"Jozef I don't think I can, really."
"Fuck it." Jozef ripped the blindfold off my head.
The sudden light hurt. It seared my eyes, but it was too late.
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