The Betrayal

Shattered Thoughts

 “Sam What did you do?”

“What are you talking about?”

 “Sam why is the mirror broken?”

“No reason.” I heard him start the water, and I assumed he was running the dildo under it. When the water stopped, I heard glass, and I assumed he was picking up the pieces. After a while he walked out of the bathroom and went into the house. He came back with a bucket. I heard him put the glass into the bucket and walk out. He started walking towards me. He dumped the bucket on top of me.

“You want glass? Here it is!” I gasped. I tried to stay as still as possible. “Not moving now are we?”

He started to shake me, sending shards into my skin. He picked some up and I noticed he was wearing gloves. “Here, take it ALL!”

He rubbed some more into my belly. He worked his way down, rubbing my thighs. He picked up a handful and rubbed my pelvis region and put some inside of me. He stuck his fingers in there, swirling it all around. He came back up and started rubbing some on my chest, circling my breast, and then dumping a whole handful on top of them. Squishing them and causing tiny of cuts all over. He rubbed my arms a bit, but came up, almost skipping my neck, and coming to my face. He rubbed bits on my cheek, and forehead, circling my eyes. The sound of glass shards and tiny pieces rubbing together and into my skin was all I could hear.

“Happy, with your glass. I saw your leg earlier but didn’t know where you got it from! Never again. I am the only one allowed to harm you!” He then unshackled me and dragged me to the shower. “Wash it off now. “

I was covered with blood and turned on the shower. I let the water rinse me off, winching at the pain as water entered my body through the cuts. I could barely move. I heard a vacuum going by the bed and I started crying. I felt some of the glass fall, and heard it clink on the floor. I was running my hands to try to get some of the fine stuff off. I was too afraid to use soap but I knew I had to. I grabbed the bar of soap he had waiting for me and ran it across my shoulder. It burned, but I kept going. I was breathing trying not to pass out from the pain. I don’t know how long it took me, but it seemed like forever. I noticed Sean watching me.

“Are you done yet?”

“One minute.” I managed to squeak out. I finished up and turned the water off. Sean handed me a towel and told me to get dressed. I went to the closet, but he told me he already picked out my new outfit, it was on the bed. I hobbled over there to find a sun dress with no under garments. I slipped the dress over my head and sat down. When Sean came out of the bathroom, he looked at me and left. I was still bleeding a little, and red spots appeared on the yellow dress. I laid down and fell, losing consciousness. Sean came back with some chicken wild rice soup. He was holding me up and feeding the soup into my mouth.

“I’m sorry, I lost my temper.” He put another spoonful into my mouth. “I just don’t like to see you hurt yourself.” He was blowing on another spoonful. “I never have.” I had no energy. I couldn’t even sit up by myself. I started crying. He put down the soup and held me. “It’s ok, It’s ok” he started cooing. I blacked out again.

 “Sam? Sam are you up yet?” Sean was gently shaking me. I groaned and could still feel everything. “Oh good. I’m going to go easy for a few days, but first you need to make a phone call.”

“Ok…?” He held out the phone and helped me sit up.

“Here, dial up Dusty and let her know you’re sick. You say anything else and you’re dead!”

“Ok….” He gave me the phone and I dialed Dust’s number. I heard it start to ring. Sean was listing intently.

“Hello?”

“Hey Dusty. It’s Sam”

“Yeah, Sam. What’s up?”

 “I’m really sick right now. I can’t go out anything soon.”

“Really? Do you need me to come over?” Sean was shaking his head vigorously, and mouthing NO.

“No, I don’t want to get you sick. It’s very contagious.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok? I can come over. Really!”

“No It’s ok. I’m taking my meds and everything.”

“Ok, get better soon.”

“I’ll try. Bye!”

“Good bye.” I hung up the phone and Sean rushed over to grab it.

“Good girl, now it’s time to play a game.” He left the room and came back shortly with a stack to cards. He went to the closet and threw me some clothes. “Put them on. We’re going to play strip poker.” I tried to get up, and Sean came over. He put my arm over his shoulder and walked me to the bathroom.

“Can you get dressed yourself?”

“I don’t know. Let me try please.”

“Ok” He walked out of the room, and I pulled the dress off. It took forever and my arms ached afterwards. I sat for a while stark naked, sitting on the toilet and trying to gain the strength to even pull on some panties. I finally put one leg in. After a while I managed to get the other. I pulled it up as far as I could. I gave up and tried the bra. One arm in, but I was having trouble getting the other through. With all my effort I was in, I didn’t bother adjusting anything. I grabbed the shirt and attempted to pull it over my head. My arms got stuck up above my head. I tried again. Nothing.

 “Sean!”

“What?”

“Please help me.” I heard his footsteps hurry in. What a pitiful sight I must have been. I had tiny cuts all over my body, some large burns, and my underwear hanging on my knees, with my arms above my head, caught in a shirt, with one boob falling out of my crooked bra. I could feel him adjust the shirt and felt it ease over my head. He then helped me stand up and he pulled up my panties. He looked at the pants. He then grabbed the dress and slipped it over my head. Then we walked back out to the bed. He set me down and I groaned. He walked to the other side of the table and started to deal. I couldn’t pay attention to the game. I know how to play poker, don’t get me wrong. Dusty and I played a lot during girls night. But I could barely stay awake. I remember losing the first hand and Sean taking off the dress. He lost the next round, and he took off his shirt. I remember looking up and seeing a red mark on his stomach.

“What’s that?” I pointed to the stomach and he looked at me pointing to the spot. I nodded.

“It’s from you. When I had the hot iron, you hit me and I accidently burned myself.” He laughed. “I didn’t see that coming” We kept playing. I lost the shirt and then the bra. Sean lost his pants and we were tied. I was falling asleep. Sean had to come over and prop me back up a couple of times. We tried a hand but I dropped the cards. I fell asleep. I felt my panties being taken off, but I didn’t pay any attention. I would wake up, and I could see Sean setting up for another penetration. I was almost asleep when I started screaming with pain. The last thing I heard before I passed out was “I’m sorry.”