The Betrayal

Broken Dreams

 I awoke, strapped back down on the bed. I tied to move; my whole body ached. I looked down and found my body covered in bruises. I looked like I was tossed into a washing machine and spun for an hour. It felt like it too. My body ached and I wondered what was next. I sighed and my eyes completely focused. I saw nothing above my head. I tried to lift my head and saw nothing in the room with me. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. I tried to sleep again, hoping the headache would go away. I must’ve dozed off because I was jolted awake by a slap in the face by Sean. He was looking me in the face and was very angry.

“You b***h. I told you to behave. Now I’ve got to punish you. I had to think long and hard about what to do to you. But I think I’ve got it.” He walked over to a table. I now noticed that on the table lay a long stick. It looked like a pool stick. He picked it up and walked toward me. He was holding it in his hands. He was at my head now. “You know a pool stick is a big piece of wood. It was been used as a deadly weapon.”

 I gulped. Was he going to kill me? What was he going to use it for? He placed the tip of the stick on my forehead. As he kept talking about the specifics of pool sticks and their properties, he ran the stick down my body, over my nose, falling off it before it got the tip, dropping onto my upper jaw with an ominous crack. It ran over my lips dragging the lower as it continued on its journey. It dropped on my neck, jabbing it. I followed unto my chest, and followed the sternum to my belly, and belly button. It continued to my pelvic region. At this point Sean stopped talking. He took the stick closer to the tip. He now had more control over what was happening. He stuck the stick into me, fast and hard. It hurt, and I yelled.

“I told you to behave.” He jabbed it deeper, making me yell more. No one could hear my screams even though I was merely yards from the next neighbor. He jabbed it in deeper and I felt a pain inside me I’ve never known. I was beginning to move, because of the pain. He took the stick out but lowered it a bit and shoved. He was shoving the stick up my ass. I yelled as he went deeper. He looked down and pulled it out. I saw him move away a bit, and flip the stuck over so that now the fatter end was on top. He lowered it and shoved it in my ass. This time it was the bigger end and it hurt even more. I was moving constantly. I didn’t know what else I could do. He brought it in, then out, and in, and out. This time it was out completely. I took a deep breath but felt more pain inside me. This time he was twisting it into my, going a little deeper every time. I was trying to just remain awake, afraid I would die if I fell asleep. I couldn’t fight anymore, and I loss consciousness.

I was awoken by a strike on my abdomen. I jumped and saw Sean holding two sticks in his hands, each with a jagged end pointing up. He looked the two pieces over and dropped one. He was holding it jagged side towards me. Without warning he stuck it inside me. I could feel splinters of wood falling off, some harmlessly, other embedding themselves inside my skin. He was in, and now was moving it, twisting while moving it in and out. Every in movement gave my more splinters, and I wondered how I could possibly remove them. He finally took it out, but immediately went into my ass. It was the same routine as before, only on my behind. I was in pain, and now I could add the painful, and annoying effects of having splinters inside my body in places practically inaccessible. He pulled it out and I thought he was done. I wanted out and he knew it. I saw him walk away and pick up the lighter I experienced last time. He lit it and held it to the end of the broken pool stick. I saw it light and he shoved it inside fast. It hurt even worse. Now not only am I getting slivers, I am being burned. He took it out and lit it again. This time he shoved it up my ass and twisted. Big pieces were coming off inside me. He twisted it farther in, and I screamed. He finally took it out, threw it on the floor, and walked towards me.

 “Now, you better behave b***h, cause I might not be so kind next time.” He walked around the bed, unbinding me as he went. When I was free, he left the room and left me alone. I got up and walked to the closet. I needed to find some more clothes. As I opened the closet door, I heard Sean yell to me.

“You better not get anymore clothes on, cause I’ll be taking them off in a minute anyways.” I went to the couch instead and sat down. I didn’t feel like having anymore clothes being ripped off. I wondered what he had in store for me. I wondered how much more I could take. I got back up and walked over to the bed. I leaned down and looked under it. I saw that the piece of glass was still there I was reaching under to grab it when I heard the door open. I jumped back up, not wanting to raise Sean’s suspicions. He saw me by the bed and smiled.

 “We’re not using the bed this time. Come with me.” He held out his hand, and I took it, giving him an odd look. Where are we going? What is he going to do to me?

 “Where are we going?” He just smiled and started walking. I took back my hand but he caught it and turned to me. “Tell me where we’re going.”

 “To our next experience together. You’re a winter girl right? Like ice-fishing and stuff?”

“Yeeaaa…” What did this have to do with anything? I mean I always loved winter up north, with the snow and ice. I said I would never commit any mortal sin because I would hate the heat in Hell.

 “Come now!” He tugged on my wrist and we continued walking. He pulled me through a door. It was dark, a felt cooler than the room we were just in. He opened another large door and walked me through it. I felt the cold rush of air and shivered. He pushed me through the door, and shouted “Stay here, I just have to grab some of the gear.”

 He shut the door leaving me alone in the space. It was cold, it felt like it might be about 30 degrees. I was starting to shiver. It was cold, and I had no clothes to help insulate me. I knew that if it really was that cold, I wouldn’t have a lot of time before hypothermia kicks in. I went to the door, just to see if he left it open. Of course, it wasn’t. I was walking around, trying to stay active, trying to keep warm. It looked empty in here, there were plenty of pipes in the ceiling, and some vents. But it was too dark to see inside them. I thought I heard something, so I froze and strained my ears. I heard the door open and Sean walked in with chains in hand. I looked at him, and he came towards me with some shackles and a length of chain. He grabbed my wrist and attached a shackle. He then threw the chain over one of the pipes. I came back down, hitting my wrist. He grabbed my other wrist and lifted it above my head. He got it into the shackle and clipped it. My hands were held above my head and my feet were barley on the ground. He slapped me, and the sound echoed. He smiled and walked out. Now I was getting really cold. I was shivering, and I couldn’t even rub myself to keep warm. I was left there wondering how long he was going to leave me there for. I heard footsteps and prayed it was Sean. When the door opened, I sighed. He had something in his hand. He was carrying a spray bottle. He held it up to my face and sprayed.