I sit there gagged and chained to the wall naked when he comes out. He looks me up and down with a smirk.
"Alexia." He chuckles running his hand down my chest to my private area. Every time he touched me it felt like fire. It burn through my skin. I try to kick him or hurt him in some way. "Happy to see me?" He removed his hand from my private and unchained me. I don't even try to run as it hit the cold floor. If I run he will catch me. He always did and always will.
I just look away, there is nothing I can do. I'm alone now. He pulls my hair, forcing me to look at him while taking out the gag. I try to move now. He was basically pulls my hair out of my head and I scream as he yanks it. He takes his chances smashing his lips onto mine. His tongue invades my mouth. It tasted terrible. I bite down hard on his tongue making sure it hurt. He pulls away shaking his head. I can tell he was angry now.
"Do that again and I'll make you wish you were never born. You hear me Alex?" He chokes me. I nod and he lets me go. I try to take in air. "Your little protector is gone now. It's time for you to take her place. Don't you dare disrespect me. You know what happens to bad girls." He smiles wickedly before kissing my head. I try to move away. He grabs my arm pulling me up. He flicked my nipple. Nora said he wasn't allowed to touch me! I squirm trying to move away and I cover my chest. I wasn't anything but nipple but he still shouldn't touch me.
He didn't like that I moved. He slapped me and tears started to fall. "I tried to be nice but you won't listen." He pins me against the wall behind me and undoes his pants..
"Alexia." Someone screams and soon I'm drenched in water. I gasp and sit up. My mom hugs me and I tensed.
"Sorry." I whispered and relax. I was covered in sweat and water. It's almost been a year since I've been back home. I still have those night terrors or should I say memories. That day has been scarred in my brain. I was only 7. I'm 17 now. But that memory has been haunting me for the past 3 days. My dad stood at the door watching silently.
He gave me space and I loved how he cared enough to give me the time I need. Maybe it was the fact I had a panic attack once when he woke me up from one of these dreams. "Hi." I breath out.
"Hey." He whispers. Long story short I was taken when I seven, a day after my birthday. I hadn't remember much about my family except maybe my dad and two other boys who were, well are my brothers. But I've been in a cell obeying the rules of a monster for 10 years. It took a lot of therapy to just get me to say two words and stop hiding and running away 1 year of therapy to realize he can't hurt me now. Not anymore.
"You can come in.." I say softly. He walks in and joins the hug. I sigh and lean into their touch. There's no doubt in my mind that I will be starting the sessions again.
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First chapter completed!!!
Jan 2 2016
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