The Betrayal

I was walking down the street. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, almost too brightly. It almost seemed as though the sun was trying to burn me to a crisp so that my ashes were the only thing left of me and my past. I almost wanted it to. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with the pain anymore. Let me explain what happened. I’ve been going out with my now ex-boyfriend Sean for 10 months. It seemed perfect. We were good friends for years before we took it to the next level. We shared everything before we become a couple. He was my greatest supporter, my best friend, and my playmate. One day something changed, and I realized I loved him. I was ready for more from this relationship. He did too. When we first started dating not much changed, until the day he kissed me. He took me by surprise, and it was passionate. I melted. Then we started going faster, and faster. For a while I went with it, but eventually he started going faster then I wanted. From that time on, I kept having to push him back, to make sure we didn’t do anything I was uncomfortable with. For a while it worked. However, while I was trying to keep him at bay, he was getting more distant emotionally. We stopped talking, unless he was setting me up to get intimate. We didn’t play as many games. We didn’t do much of anything anymore unless we were making out. Then one day it happened. We were together and I was tired. It was a late night the night before because I had a lot of studying to do. He called and asked me to come over. I told him he was tired, but he insisted for me to come over, he wanted to see me, to talk to me. I thought maybe he saw what he was doing, and was ready to change. I was way too trusting.  I went over there, half asleep. He answered the door and ushered me inside. We sat down in his room, on his bed. We talked a bit, about mostly school, and movies we’ve watched. I was slowly nodding off. I was no longer able to follow the conversation. I just kept saying ah-hu, ok, etc. I was leaning on him, my head on his shoulder. His hands were running up and down my body. Eventually his hand caught the bottom of my shirt and his hand went under it. I paid no attention to it, since that wasn’t off limits, I just tried to tell him not tonight, I’m too tired. He suggested we just lay down then. We did. I was curled leaning my body against his, his hands still running up and down my body. His hands went under my shirt again. I dozed off. Suddenly I awoke and I was on my back. He was over me. My shirt was off, and so were my pants. I dozed off again. When I awoke this time, he was closer to me, both of us unclothed. I realized what was happening. I tried to push him off, but wasn’t strong enough. I tried to yell, but no one else was around. He tried to calm me down. Telling me he loves me, and if I really loved him I’d go with it, give him this one thing. I tried to tell him no, not yet. It didn’t work. He kept going, and I kept begging him to stop. Eventually he did it, and I cried. There was nothing else I could do. I trusted him, and he betrayed me. He laid down, trying to sooth me. I cried myself to sleep in his arms. When I woke up it was morning. I was still naked, and his body lay still next to me. I could feel his chest move with every breath. I remembered. I got up and tried to find my clothes. I found my undergarments thrown on the floor next to his bed. My pants were there too. I hastily put them on and I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head. I started walking. When I got outside I found that I was wearing one of his shirts. The sun was extremely bright. I hoped it was turn me into ashes. I didn’t know where I was going, just away from him. We were over. I found myself in a different friend’s neighborhood. I thought about stopping, but was too afraid to explain what happened. I hoped she didn’t see me. I reached for my pocket to get out my phone. It was gone! I had it there last night. Where is it now? What happened to it? How am I going to get it back? I had no choice but to go back and get it. I need that phone, because with it is all my keys, and all my money. I would get nowhere without those things. I turned around and walked slowly to his house. When I reached his place I slowly turned the knob. It was open. I got my head inside and looked  the down the hall to make sure no one saw me. I opened the door completely and snuck inside. I walked towards his room thinking they fell out of my pocket. He was no longer in bed. I was crawling on the floor searching for my keys when I heard his voice behind me. “Looking for these?” He was holding up my things. My eyes widened. I didn’t want to see him, not now not ever. He was approaching me. “Where did you think you were going? You’re not leaving.” “I was going for a walk, to get some air.” “Not anymore.” That’s when he raised his hand and punched me in the jaw. I lost my balance and fell back. I tried to scramble to my knees. He was down upon me. “You’re not leaving until I say so.” He had his hands around my throat. I struggled to get any air I could. The world faded. I passed out. When I came to I was stretched out, and unable to move my arms or legs. I tried to raise my arms, but found them tied down above my head. I moved to my legs, they were also tied down. I lifted my head. At least that was free. I tried to look around but the room was dark. I didn’t know what was going on, or where I was. I only was able to sit and wait. I stained to hear something. Something that would let me know where I am. I was dazed and confused and wanted out. I thought I could hear something. It sounded like someone walking, walking towards me. The footsteps stopped, and I hear the door open. I saw a thin sliver of light and a silhouette blocked out a part of it. I saw the silhouette walk through the door towards me. The footsteps were heavy, and the silhouette tall. I could faintly hear breathing. The silhouette was now near enough to touch me. Then it spoke. “I didn’t want to do this to you. This is not what I planned. It was supposed to be nice for both of us. You left me no choice though. Now you have to stay here, until you can prove you won’t leave me. Until then you will do what I want you to, when I want you to. When you start cooperating then I might let you get up for a while. But now I have to eat a bit. Don’t worry I’ll feed you, I don’t want you to die on me. When I come back you can start earning your privileges.” With that he walked off, and shut the door leaving me in complete darkness again. I think I fell asleep because the next thing I remember is the door opening and the silhouette was coming towards me, and it shut the door. It was the same footsteps and breath. He was back. I could smell some jelly. Food for me to eat maybe??? “Here, eat this. You’re going to need the strength. Open your mouth. I’m not going to untie you.” I could feel something hit the side of my mouth. I bit down and chewed. At least it tasted good and the bread was soft. We continued this until the sandwiches were gone. Then he wiped my mouth and got up to leave. “I’ll be back and then the fun can begin. If you’d just relax you’d enjoy it to.” Oh-oh I don’t like the sound of that. I hope it means something other than what I think it does. When a silhouette came in I was dozing off. I woke up when the bed I was lying on moved. I could hear his breathing. He was breathing deeply, and a little fast. He then announced his presence telling me to wake up because it was about to begin. He then got up and turned on a light. “I wanted you to be able to see what was going on, then maybe you won’t fight me as much.” He came back and straddled me with his knees even with my hips. “I made you some special clothes that don’t need your arms or legs to get through holes anymore, since they won’t be moving until I can trust you. So let’s get rid of these ones huh?” I saw a knife, shining in the dim light. He took it and put it under my shirt and started to drag it up towards my head. He made a slit all the way from the bottom and through the sleeve. He did the same on the other side. This time he cut my side, and I could feel my blood dripping onto the sheets. When he noticed it he left the room. He came back a little later with a first-aid kit. He put his head to my side and licked the wound. I winched. He licked again, then washed it with peroxide and covered it with gauze. “Can’t let you get an infection now.” He smiled. “It turned you on didn’t it? Well there’s more of that coming trust me. First we need to get you out of these cloths so sit still, like a good little girl, or I’ll have to punish you.” He kept cutting. He then cut my shirt right down the front, just allowing the knife to touch the surface of my skin but not cut it. He then pulled the shirt out from under me and looked at me. He smiled again, this time one of pleasure. “I see you put your bra back on. Too bad I have to cut that off, it’s pretty. I got you a new one though. Wouldn’t be the same without trying to take that off.” He laughed. He then got back on the bed. This time his knees were near my chest. Almost even with my bra. He was facing away from my face. He leaned down and slit my pants down each side. This time he didn’t cut me. He now got up to look at me, with only my bra and panties on. “We are almost ready to begin. Too bad the knife has to come back. It might cut you in a more painful spot now.” He got back to the bed. He put his knees on either side of me right above my hips. His groin was touching my lower abdomen. I could feel him begin to harden. He lowered his body so there was no doubt he was turned on. He leaned forward putting his hands down next to me head. “The sooner you cooperate the sooner you’ll enjoy this and the sooner you can get up. Remember that.” He then leaned his head down as if to kiss me, and I turned away. “What? Don’t you love me anymore?” I didn’t answer just tried to keep my face away from his. He brought his face towards mine, and again I moved away. He grabbed my chin with one arm and turned my face towards me. “Cooperate.” He then brought his face to mine and I couldn’t turn away. His lips were on mine. I could feel him open his mouth. I clenched my jaw and bit my lips. Then it came. His tongue was at my lips. I could feel him try to fit it in. He reached over with his other hand. He pulled his face away and I could see he had the knife in his hand again. “Open your mouth!” I did. I immediately shut it. “Keep it open.” I opened my mouth again and he returned his face to mine. He put his tongue in my mouth and I bit down. I bit down hard. I could taste his blood. “b***h! That hurt like hell!” He had already taken his face away and grabbed the knife. I tensed and clenched my jaw. He brought the knife to my stomach and sliced. He then lowered his face and again licked the wound only this time he didn’t bandage it. “I won’t help you if I need punish you. Remember relax, and you’ll enjoy too. “ He now got up and looked at my chest. “I guess it’s time to take this off.” He was reaching for one of my straps. He cut it swiftly. He took the other strap and also cut it, without incident. “I don’t feel like dealing with that puzzle.” He reached for the center of my bra and put the knife under it, touching my skin. He brought it up, cutting me while doing so. He separated the newly formed halves and brought his mouth down. He licked the wound, and tightened. I could feel him smile. He finished his lapping of my blood and pulled out the bra. He laid his body on mine; his head was between my breasts. He had both hands groping them. I could feel him squeezing. His fingertips lightly running over my n*****s. He took one n****e in between his finger and thumb and twisted. First one way, then the other. I twisted my body not wanting him to win. Not wanting him to know that in some sick twisted way, I was almost excited. He snickered. I felt something cold on one breast. I searing sensation radiated from that area. The blood came again and so did the licking. It started near the bottom but worked its way up. His tongue was moistening my whole breast. It went over my n****e. Then his mouth followed and I felt a sensation of sucking. His hands then were groping my other one. My back arched involuntarily. He quickened and my back continued to arch. His motions became feverish and I did all I could to keep from making any sound. Eventually he ceased, and looked at me. My face was flushed, and my jaw clenched tight. I smiled and moved down. The knife in his hands again, this time touching my hips. He cut my panties, first on one side, then the other. Then the cold blade followed down my bellybutton down. I could feel separation and I winched. He only laughed and brought it lower. I tried to turn, but it didn’t work. In fact the blade cut me. My eyes widened, and I shook, my head. “No. No, no, no, no, please don’t” I was about to have tears coming down. “Please” I peered at him in despair. “We can’t let you get sick from in infection that was my fault.” I saw his head leave my sight. I tied to lift my head and keep begging him not to. He only laughed. I could feel his fingers, moving me, and then his tongue appeared. I tightened, but it didn’t help. Then his fingers joined in the game. That was it. I started to cry. I tried to get away. I squirmed, I twisted. Nothing worked. All it resulted in was him moving faster and me trying more desperately to get away. I heard a snap and my wrist was in some major pain. I cried out, but it was no good. He kept going. I starting to shake, partly because of the pain, partly because of the horror I was living through. He finally stopped and rose so that I could see his face. All I could do was cry. I closed my eyes, wishing it would all go away. I noticed he was standing slightly to the side. He didn’t have a shirt on. His hands were undoing his belt, and he looked up and saw me looking at him. He smiled as sheepish smile. “You ready?” He undid the buttons on his pants, watching me. My eyes were widening for fear of what was next, he dropped his pants. He looked at me as he pulled down his boxers. I looked away. I could hear him walking towards me. I closed my eyes. I could feel him on top of me. He was hard. He was sitting on me. I was still shaking and he was stoking me, cooing to me. Letting me know it was all going to be alright, I should just relax. He was sliding down, I could feel every movement he made as he got closer. He now had his elbows resting on the bed even with me breasts. I started thrashing trying to delay the inevitable. He was still cooing. My eyes are shut tightly. My wrists in extreme pain. I could feel him centimeters from his goal. Then I couldn’t feel him. I opened my eyes, hoping he was done. I looked up and saw his face, a giant smirk taking it over. “It’s time.” He quickly lowered himself and he was in. I yelled, as loud as I could but it was no good. The deed was done. I could feel him release and I collapsed. There was no more I could do. I started shaking again. “See that wasn’t so bad was it?” He got up and went to put on his cloths. “Let me get your cloths so you don’t freeze to death.” He left the room, closing the door behind him and I passed out.