The Betrayal

Boiling Emotions

“You up yet?”

“Just woke up.”

 “Good.” He was walking around, moving things as he went, picking this up, putting that down. I tried to sit up and managed to do so. I was watching him, wondering what was going to happen next. I did notice he had a couple of needles and syringes lying on the table. The size of the needles varied, with some I could barely see the needle, and one looked as large around as one of those giant straws. He had just grabbed a hot plate and set it on the table. He took the cord and plugged it into the wall. He left my chamber and when he walked in he had a large pot. I could see stream rising, and I didn’t think it was soup for me to eat. I tried to smell the air, see if I could tell what it was that way, but I couldn’t smell anything. He walked over to me and put his lips to mine. He kissed me, pushing me back onto the bed. He reached up and shackled my wrist. He quickly shackled the other before I had a chance to do anything.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I can’t have you moving around for this one. I might hit a nerve or blood vessel, and then you’d bleed to death.” He then went down to shackle my legs but I kicked him. He smiled and then came back to kiss me before he finished prepping. I was a long, passionate one, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back. He stopped and picked up a needle. It was the smallest one, and he looked at it before dipping it in the pot. I saw him pull up on the syringe and the fluid was clear. He looked at it, and then at me.

“It’s time to begin, we’re just going to warm up in this one.” He brought the needle and stuck it in my forehead. He started to inject it and I started to scream. It was hot, scolding hot. It was burning me from the inside out. I tried to lift my hands to stop him, but they were shackled I didn’t want to move my head for fear it would rip my skin open. He was still going. When he finally finished, he pulled the needle out, and rubbed his hand against my skin, now swollen with the extra hot fluid. It hurt and I moved my head away. He smiled. He took a slightly larger needle and filled it like before. I looked at me before sticking it in my cheek. He also went faster. It burned, and I started to cry. I could feel the last of the water enter my cheek, and he immediately dipped the needle again, and filled it. I tried to hide my other cheek. I was pushing it to the bed as hard as I could, but he grabbed my chin and turned my head the other way. Pushing my injected cheek to the bed. I hurt from both sides now as one cheek was being injected, the other had pressure on it causing the hot liquid to try to escape. I whimper a bit, and he finished. He turned my face so that I was facing him. He held my face in both hands, making sure his hands were on my cheeks. I winched and he kissed me.

 He picked up yet another slightly larger needle. He dipped it in the pot of hot water. I was watching him, trying to figure out where he was going to inject me next. He grabbed my face and I couldn’t turn away. He took the needle to my lower lip, and injected, rather quickly. I was trying to breathe normally. It felt like I had a fat lip forming. He re-filled the needle and stuck me in the upper lip this time. He ran his finger around my lips and then came toward me. I tried to move my face away, but he stopped me. He kissed me, on the lips, and pressed down hard. I tried desperately to get away and stop him from pressing down. I was about to start screaming when he stopped. When I could see his face he was smiling. He took another slightly larger needle and filled it. I tried to turn my faced away. This time he didn’t stop me. I felt the prick of the needle, this time it was in my stomach. He injected it fast, and when he finished rubbed his hand over it while I winched. He then filled the needle and started injecting me again. He stuck me in each arm, and by each elbow. On each fingertip, and both palms. My legs weren’t spared either. Both feet, and knees, on inside both thighs, as well as both calves. He finally finished with that needle. My body was burning, and I was having trouble keeping cool. I was trying to stay as still as possible, as not to irritate the injection sites. He grabbed the second largest needle. He filled it with water and I tensed up. There were very few spots on my body now without the water. I could feel him cup one breast and I shouted.

“Please. Please don’t” He didn’t even flinch. He inserted the needle, just under the n****e and I could feel the scolding liquid enter my body. I was in pain, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He stopped but I knew he was going to do the other one too. I watched as he dipped the syringe into the water, pull, and fill it with the hot liquid. He was holding the other breast now, and I was ready for it this time. He injected, and I exhaled. I was focusing on my breathing, trying to keep it deep and regular. He finished and then rubbed over then. I winched. He then held one in each hand and squeezed. I opened my eyes and mouth, not allowing any sound to come out. He was playing with them, and I was trying to keep calm. Then he put his mouth over one, and bit. I yelped. I couldn’t help it. He bit again. Then started licking the tender things. I was in pain, but still in and odd way, strangely aware of the pleasure it entailed. He finally stopped.

I turned to the table and noticed, the largest needle was still there, untouched. He picked it up, smiling. He dipped it into the pot and filled it up. I was shaking my head. Where was this one going to go? He got to the bed. He was between my legs. He stuck the needle inside me. I was shaking my head quickly.

“Please Sean. Please, think about this for a sec.” He looked me directly into the eyes.

“Ok. Done” He then quickly injected the whole syringe in a matter of seconds. I was sitting there, burning. I was moving as much as I could, trying to find a way to get it out. I was so busy doing that, I didn’t notice him fill it up again, not until I felt it inside me again. He injected it the second time and I screamed. He got up and took all the needles away. At least that was done. Maybe I could get away without him raping me for once. He came in, and I knew I wouldn’t.

“I’m going to keep you locked until I’m done with this.” He mounted me, and without any warning came down and penetrated. He was pressing down on many of the new injections, and that felt horrible. I felt him release. I started to cry. How much more of this would I have to endure? When would it end?

 I woke up in a panic. I didn’t remember where I was, I didn’t why I was naked, and I didn’t know why I was in so much pain. My muscles ached with every movement, and I had a huge headache. I could feel my skin resisting stretching from all the scabs that were forming. I head was spinning and I held it in my hands.

 I was free. I wasn’t shackled anymore. I got up, but my head started spinning. I was able to sit up! I tried to stand. I was using the bed as balance. I had to step gingerly on my ankle, but other than that I was ok. I limped to the bathroom. I looked in the shower and saw everything there to take one. I decided I was filthy enough to take one, or at least attempt. I opened the door and stepped inside. I turned on the shower, so that it was warm, but not so hot it would hurt. I reached up for my forehead. It was still hot to the touch, and a little swollen. I looked down at my body. I had little bumps, with large pink spots surrounding them. I put my head back and ran my finger through my hair. It burnt. I forgot he injected my fingertips. I tried my best, but knew it was futile. I picked up the dove and touched it my stomach. It burned. Well this was useless. I turned off the shower and saw Sean in the hallway.

“Done already?”

“Yeah, I just needed to feel clean. Didn’t take long.” He smiled a little evilly.

 “Glad to see you have some strength back.”

 “It’s nice to be able to enjoy not being shackled.” The smile appeared again.

 “If you’re done get out I have a new surprise for you. You might want to dry off to, so here’s a towel.” He dropped a towel into the sink and left. I got out and picked up the towel. I dried myself off and walked towards the closet. “Over here!” Sean was waving to me over by the bed.

“You don’t have to lay, or even sit on the bed, but you might want to have it behind you just in case.”