The Betrayal

Frozen Dreams

“Do you know where you are?” I shook my head. “In a walk-in freezer. It is zero degrees Fahrenheit.” My eyes widened. I was going to start getting symptoms soon. He spayed me again. It was cold, and I could feel the water on my face starting to freeze. He held up the hand not holding the water bottle to my face. His hand was on my cheek and it was warm. He touched my eye, and then to my nose, running his fingers along my lips. He leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was warm, and as he leaned against me, he sprayed my side. I flinched when the cold water hit me. He bit my lip and pulled away. He stood back and started spraying me head to toe. I could feel the water dripping down my body, and at the moment that was what bothered me most. I had no way to wipe it off. He came back to me. He was running his hands up and down me body. Without warning he punched me in the gut. It knocked the wind out of me. I tried to catch my breath again, but he punched me again. He grabbed the water bottle and sprayed me again. He slapped me on my cheek. He shook his head. He leaned toward my face and kissed me again. He started kissing my face, my eyes, nose, and ears. He came down to my neck. He followed my body and came to my breasts. He took the bottle and sprayed each one directly. He kissed my abdomen and came down to my pelvic region. He made a fist and punched me. Then he took the bottle and sprayed me, one on top, once inside. He walked around me and slapped my butt. He sprayed it and then sprayed my whole back. He walked back to my front and slapped each breast. I could feel the ice that formed, break. He brought his mouth to it and exhaled, giving warm air and burning it. He put his mouth around it, and bit. It hurt and I screamed. It echoed throughout the chamber. He worked his way down and exhaled inside of me. I could feel some ice melt with the breath. He stuck his tongue inside and went at it. It burned. I was getting tired.

Oh-No! I can’t fall asleep. That would mean death. I was nodding off. When my head slipped down, waking me, I saw Sean get up. His pants were slipped down. I was dozing again. I felt his arms coming around me. The cold was taking over. I wanted to sleep more than anything else. I felt a pain inside me. I winched but the cold overcame me, and I feel asleep.

 I awoke, feeling freezing cold, but alive. Why was I alive? Why did I have to continue doing this? I got up and went to the bathroom. I was in pain, and I wondered if it would ever go away. I leaned on the sink; I was about to look in the mirror. There was no mirror. I suddenly remembered that I broke the mirror, and that a piece was still hidden under the bed. I immediately walked to the bed and looked under it. I didn’t care if he found out anymore. I was going to do it, and that was that. I leaned down and grabbed the glass. I pulled it back out and it cut my hand. I walked back to the bathroom. I opened the door and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me and sat down in the tub and sighed.

I knew what I was going to do. I was thinking of Dusty I knew she would upset with me. I only hoped she would understand why. I sliced my finger and it bled. I held it up to the wall and began to write. Dust  I “heart” U There was nothing U could do As a second thought I wrote to the only other person who was always there. Raph I “heart” U 2 Please 4give me There was only one more thing for me to do. I bowed my head and prayed. How ironic this is. Talking to the one person who can save me, but he won’t and he’ll punish me for what I’m about to do. I know I’ll hate it in Hell, but it’s gotta be better than this. I leaned back when I was done praying for forgiveness of my next action. I turned over my left hand and was holding the glass in my right hand. I held it over my wrist and came down. It rested it on wrist. I sliced, but stopped. It was more painful than I thought. I took a deep breath and reset. I cut, and this time I could feel the blood flowing out. I looked down and my wrist was covered in blood. I switched hands, but the blood on my fingers make it hard to grip. I dropped it and it cut my leg. I managed somehow to grab the glass and bring it to my right wrist. I slid I across my skin and dropped the glass. It was done. I leaned back in the tub, hitting my head against the wall. I closed my eyes and heard Sean yell.

“Sam, are you alright?” I didn’t answer. I just sat there with my own blood dripping down my hands, onto my legs, and into the bathtub. I heard the door open. I sighed and wondered how much longer I would hear him. I heard him walk onto the bathroom, and I turned to look at him. He ran over to the shower. He opened the door and gasped. He turned on the water and grabbed my wrists. He put them under the water and stared at me. He ran and grabbed a few towels and wrapped them around my wrists. He picked me up and dropped me on the bed. I sighed. So now he was going to save me. Great…

He came back with some gauze and a couple of ace bandages. He dressed the wounds and walked into the bathroom. He was there for a while and then walked out, quickly. Went he left I got up and walked to the bathroom. I searched the shower, hoping he missed the glass. It was gone, and so was the razor. He took them both. I looked throughout the bathroom. Some cleaners or bleach. Nothing. He took everything away. I ran to the closet it was locked, back to the bed, the linens were gone. There was nothing I could use to end all of this. I sat down in the middle of the floor and cried. There was nothing else for me to do. I don’t know how long I was on that floor, but something changed. I decided I was going to survive, and I would escape.

I was going to talk to Dusty, and we were going to have that girl’s night out we missed. I decided that I didn’t care what she said, when I felt better we were going to go to the movies and watch a comedy, and then go to her house for some good old board games, maybe card games instead. I would find Raphael and give him a great big hug. I am going to bring him out, and maybe we’ll go to that monster truck rally that’s supposed to be coming into town. I am going to separate myself from Sean. I would be happy to never see him again. I am going to find someone who really loves me. Someone who listens to me, respects me, does the little things for me. Someone I could spend all day with, and never get sick of them. Someone like Raphael. Sean walked in interrupting my thoughts. He threw me a pile of clothes.

“Put them on, and I will be checking on you, so don’t try anything.” I took the clothes and walked to the bathroom. I saw a shirt, bra, thong, high heels and shirt. I grabbed bra, it was red, lacy and deep plunge. The black shirt, with a deep v-neck, and ends short. The matching red thong went on next. Followed by the black mini skirt and red high heels. I could see Sean watching me, ready to spring up if I did something wrong. I shakily stood up in the heels and adjusted everything so I was as comfortable as I could be. He was sitting on the couch watching my every move. I walked over to him and faced him. He was looking me up and down. He smiled, and then licked his lips.

 “You ready for some fun? I really don’t want to punish you right now, so please do as you’re told. The first thing you’re gonna do is strip. After that you’re going to give me a lap dance. Then we are going to watch a movie together. But that’s your little surprise so I’m not going to say anything about that right now. So, you can start the strip show whenever you’re ready.” He smiled and sat back on the couch spreading his legs apart. I took a deep breath thinking this over. I knew I had to do it and make it good. I turned around so that my back was facing him. I really could use some music here; it would make this a lot easier.

‘Sean?”

 “Hmmm?”

“Do you have any music I can listen to?”

 “Sure.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I heard him get up. I had no idea what he was about to play, but as long it has some sort of rhythm, I should be all right. I heard the music start and started tapping my foot to the beat. I was swaying my hips and bobbing my head. I took a deep breath and started. I turned toward him and started dancing. I was making sure my whole body was moving. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and walked toward him. I held my arms above my head for a minute as I was dancing to the music. When I finally brought the rest of the shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground, I saw Seam smiling. I was swaying again and had my hands at the waistline of my skirt. I was running my fingers around the waist and slowly pulled them down. I was shaking my hips in rhythm, with the music. With each movement the skirt moved down a little farther. Sean was moving around in his seat and was still looking pleased. I turned back around and the skirt slipped over the last of my hips, falling on the ground. I shook my booty and turned my head to give him a look. He moved again, and I could see he was hard. I brought my hands to my face and ran them down my body. He was unzipping his pants. I brought back my hands and let him unclasp my bra. I unhooked it and let it hang there while I turned around to face him. I slipped one arm out of the strap, being careful to hold the cup up. I did the same with the other. I walked up close to him. I put my chest to his and dropped the bra. I lowered my hips, and then came up. I was standing between his legs as I pulled down the few strings of a thong. I stepped out, one leg at a time, as I do that I was straddling him, my legs wide apart. I leaned onto him again, putting my hands between his legs. I could feel him tense. He pushed me off and quickly pulled off his pants and boxers flopping back down on the couch. I sat back down in the same position wondering what I did wrong.