One Sided Love

Chapter 43

I felt dripping.

I can still feel something dripping from me.

I know I'm bleeding.

He knows I'm bleeding.

He knew I was bleeding.

He doesn't care.

I hope I bleed out.

I hope I die.

He used me in that sickening way.

He used me for hours.

He laughed.

He laughed at my attempts to stop him.

The vulgar things he said to me.

Whispered in my ear.

Taunts.

He put his hand around my throat at one point. He squeezed until he released inside me again.

He licked the blood off my chest. He licked the mark he left on me.

Forever.

I feel sick to my stomach.

Hot tears still streaming down my cheeks as my nose runs down my face, sweat pouring off me as inside my chest burns from lack of oxygen and outside it stings from his horrid mark.

My wrists. Ones killing me and the other, I feel nothing at all. I can't move it. I can't even bend a finger but it doesn't hurt, it's numb.

It's broken. I know it is.

I wish this was all just a terrifying nightmare. One of those freaky realistic ones. I want nothing more than to wake up in my bed at home. Hell, even wake up in that damned basement, just as long as this never happened.

But no.

It did happen.

This is real.

This pain is real.

I don't want it to be.

Please just let me wake up from it all.

My whole body's shaking still from fear? Shock? Coldness? I don't know, all of the above.

"Shhh, shhh" he coos in my ear. He takes off the cuffs one by one, I cry harder when he does the left one as sudden shockwaves of pain spike through my arm.

I let my arms flop down before slowly drawing them in towards my chest, creating an 'X' with them.

"Come on now. Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh. It's over, you're fine." He whispers softly as he fully climbs off of me and the bed with a non-stop smile.

You know when a child is crying and they do those short intakes of breath and are unable to stop? I've been doing that for about an hour whilst sobbing.

I hold my left wrist in my right hand, holding them both close to the middle of my breasts, ignoring the sticky sensation of blood that covers my chest.

I can still feel it.

I can feel his disgusting rough hands on me still. I can feel them on my body. I feel the pain still. I don't think it'll ever go away.

I slowly rise my head up and look down. I sob hysterically when I see my body.

What did he do to me?