The Betrayal

Upside down and Inside Out

I guess I dozed off because the next thing I remember I was laying on the cold concrete ground. I was bear naked. Sean was at my feet. I looked down and saw that he was putting my legs in something. It appeared to be some sort of shackle. He looked at me.

“Hello, glad to see you’re up.” He continued what he was doing.

“What are you doing?” He just smiled. I tried to move but he was on top of me.

“Don’t move! You want the rod again?” I shook my head and stayed still. He finished whatever he did. He moved around and next thing I know my feet are being pulled up. I put my hands down, hoping that maybe I could hold myself down. I felt another tug and my butt was off the ground. Another tug and my shoulders were all that’s left on the ground. I turned around so now I was on my belly.

“What are you doing?” I was scratching at the ground, trying to stay down. Another tug brought me up so that only my hands were on the ground. “What’s going on?”

“Our next little game.” He lifted me up one more time. I couldn’t touch the ground at all now. I started to spin a little more. He grabbed me so I stopped. “Are you ready?” The blood was starting to rush to my head, and I was getting a little dizzy. He was standing in front of me.

“Feel free to do what you want. I’m gonna warn you though, I brought along my knife in case you misbehave.” I grabbed his legs to keep me balanced. He was spreading mine apart. He was bending down, I could feel his breath. I tried to move away, but only managed to spin myself around faster, making me dizzy. I caught his legs again and held tight. I could feel him tense up. I could feel his tongue, it was finding every crevice, and moving parts around. I was squirming but my ankle caught and was in pain.

“Stop, Stop it please?” I was helpless, in no manner able to stop anything from happening in this position. He kept his mouth close as he replied that he’s not done yet, and if I keep it up, I’ll be hurt. I tried kicking my legs but I got nowhere. He adjusted his head and now was sticking his tongue into me. I squeezed my legs together, catching his head in the process.

 “b***h, Why do I put up with you?” He left me hanging as he walked away. He came back with something in his hands. It was a knife. He had it and put the knife inside me. I screamed. I could feel blood dripping down inside of me. He turned the knife, scarping the sides, and leaving me in great pain. “That’s what you get for misbehaving, so be a good girl.”

He dropped the knife, and it nicked my forehead as it went down. He clenched his fingers making a fist. I tensed thinking he was going to punch me in the gut. Instead I thought he was going to end up coming out my mouth. His fist hurt, and it didn’t help to be burned, and cut within the last day. I started to cry. It was almost too much the take. I was ready to leave and go back to home. I guess one of my tears fell on him, because suddenly he was face to face with me. He smiled and stood back up. I felt that I was pulled up a little more. I started to spin again but when I stopped, his p***s was right in front of my face. It was about to poke my eye out. He started gyrating and it was touching my face. I reached up to block my face, but I was covered in a white substance. He started laughing. At least he thought it was funny. I felt a drop, and realized I was lower. Another lurch and my hands were touching the ground. Another and my head hit the ground hard. I heard a snap and thought for a second my neck broke. I tried moving my neck and realized it was the wrist I had hurt early on. This time there was no doubt it broke. I couldn’t move it now and it was at an awkward angle. I was crying now, there was no stopping it at this point. Sean looked down and saw my wrist. He walked away for a moment and came back with a wrist brace.

 “This will have to do, until I feel it’s safe enough for you to leave.” He put it on my wrist, and I cried out. He stood up and lowered me one more time. My shoulder was on the ground, and my back was arched, but to the ground. He laughed. “You know I always wanted to try this, just not with a guy.” He stood over me, each cradling the other in our legs. He squatted down and found his way in. He put more weight on, and I could feel my ankles stretching.

“Sean stop. You’re going to break my ankles.”

“So? One already is.”

“We don’t know that for sure.” He laughed and moved both my ankles abruptly.

“Does this hurt?” I was whimpering with pain. He got up and dropped me to the ground. My legs slammed into the floor with a loud cla-thud. The shackles were still on, and some of the chains fell on my legs. He unlocked the shackles and took away the chains leaving me on the ground. “Are you still going to behave? Go get dressed and entertain yourself.”

He left the room, and I could hear the lock click behind him. I got up to find some clothes in the closet and laid on the bed to try and wake up from this nightmare. I woke up, in pain, and not wanting to move. I felt like I should be dead. I sat up and everything seemed to hurt as I put more weight on my scarred butt and legs. I wanted to take a shower but decided to try to let some more skin grow for one more day. No use putting myself in pain, Sean does enough of it for both of us. I put my feet on the ground and tried to stand up. I collapsed when my ankle couldn’t hold any weight. I groaned with pain and tried to bring myself up using the bed as support. I got up and was standing on one leg, with one wrist in a brace. I hobbled to the wall and used that as support as I made my way into the bathroom. I set myself down in the toilet to do my thing.

I was in rough shape. At this rate I would have to crawl to get around and use my mouth to grab anything. I’ve had enough things stuck into my mouth that I didn’t want there. Where was Dusty? Did I miss girl’s night out yet? Where were we going again? I don’t remember. Maybe she’ll come looking for me. Bust down his door, screaming like a banshee. Punch Sean out. I don’t think she’s going to be too surprised about this. She told me she thought something was wrong between us, but I thought it was just because she liked him. I thought at times that she might like him. When I asked her about she admitted it, but also promised she would not interfere. That might explain why she was pretty jealous of the whole thing though. She won’t be for long. Raphael had told me many times something was wrong. He told me that the way he acted, and the way he spoke to the guys was off. When I asked him what was wrong, he would just shake his head, I don’t know yet. He would plead for me to be careful and watch my back with him. I said I would but never imagined this. I should have listened to him.

I had managed to pull myself up and lean on the sink. I was looking in the mirror and saw a face that I could no longer easily recognize. I had cuts, burns, and blood on my face. I couldn’t see a way out. I was ready to give up. I just wanted out. I saw the mirror and got an idea.

“Sean?” silence. “Sean are you there?” More silence. I couldn’t wait any longer. I made a fist with my good hand, which luckily was my right and I was right-handed. I clenched it a few times and punched the middle of the mirror with all the force I could muster. My hand hurt like hell and started shaking. It was covered in blood. I could move all my fingers, but it hurt to do so. I turned on the sink and tried to wash some of the glass out. I winched with the pain and saw the water turn red. I looked down and saw shattered glass everywhere. On the floor between the toilet and sink was what I was looking for, a large piece of glass, with a smooth edge on one side, and jagged on the other. I picked it up, turning it around preparing myself for what I was about to do. I sat down by the shower and held the glass tight. I pulled down my pants and held the glass to my skin, smooth side down. I pressed and slide. I could feel my skin separate and as the glass sliced. I let out a big sigh and took a deep breath. I did it one more time. My leg tensed but I kept going. I heard a sound. I pulled my pants up and rushed back to the bed, as fast as I could using one leg. I put the glass under the bed just in case and closed my eyes. Sean came in and saw me on the bed, out of breath.

“Didn’t want to wait for me? Well I can arrange that.” He turned around and left the room. I was wondering what he was doing when I heard him rummaging in the same place as before. He was getting something but what? I just sat there on the bed wondering what was coming next. He finally walked in with something in his hands. I looked at it, but it looked like a big purple d**k. He held it up. “You couldn’t wait for me so you can do it yourself.” He tossed the dildo to me and crossed his arms, just looking at me.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

 “First of all you gotta get undressed, here let me help you.” He came towards me and I held out my arm.

“Don’t touch me.” He laughed and grabbed my shirt, ripping it off me.

“You can keep the bra on if you like.” He laughed and went at my pants, I tried to crawl away, but he caught the hem. He pulled me back and unbuttoned the pants.

“NO!!” I tried to get him off me, but he somehow pulled them off, bending my ankle in the process. I yelped and tried to get away again, but he pulled off my panties. He caught my ankle and turned me over.

“You want this to be more difficult fine!” He grabbed one of the shackles and wrapped it around an ankle, then came around and did the same to a wrist. He grabbed the dildo and walked out of the room. I don’t know what he was doing but he was gone for quite a while. I was just left shackled to the bed, wondering what it was he had in mind for me. I didn’t think, didn’t move. When he walked in, I was jolted out of my trance. He walked to me and separated my legs, and stuck in the dildo. It was cold. No, it was frozen. I jumped and tried to reach it with my free hand, but he held it down. When I tried to move it again, he shackled that one too. It was freezing, and started to burn, like when your tongue gets stuck to a frozen flagpole. I tied to move and get it out, but nothing worked. Then something happened. It felt like it was melting. I felt it burn. The liquid was burning me. I couldn’t stay still any longer. I was thrashing. The pain in my ankle and wrist were worsening with every movement. I could feel his shove it in deeper, laughing.

“I told you it was going to be difficult. You should know not to misbehave anymore.” He was twisting it, moving it around. I liquid was all around now, and I was starting to scream. “Have enough yet?” I yelled, nodding my head. He took it out and placed it on my inner thigh. It burnt.

“You know what’s in here? What I was doing?” I shook my head. “Acid. I filled it and covered it in some strong acid and stuck it in the freezer. Pretty ingenious don’t you think.” I just nodded. He was shaking it with every word he said. The acid was flying around, sometimes landing on me, making my flinch and winch. He started drawing on my stomach with it. I clenched my jaw and took it. He walked out of the room towards the bathroom. I heard the footsteps stop.