The Betrayal

Whipped into Shape

I awoke, alone on the bed. I was still aching, and my body was now stiff. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t. I rolled over and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I managed to use the momentum to pull up the rest of my body. I was a little dizzy but found my balance. I held onto the sheets to keep from falling forward. I heard the door open. I looked up and saw Sean enter the room, holding something in his hands. I heard them clinking together, and then saw that they were chains. He didn’t even look at me as he walked towards the bathroom but stopped. He dropped part of the chain onto the ground and threw the other end into the air. It went over the rafter and came back down. He pulled it down a bit and then attached some shackles to each end. He walked back out of the room and grabbed something. He came back and sat down beside me on the bed. He handed me some meat and cheese between a slice of bread.

“Here, I thought you might me hungry.” I took it graciously and started nibbling on it. He walked out of the room leaving me to eat my sandwich in peace. I was good. Some summer sausage with Gouda cheese on wheat bread. I had to eat it very slowly. It was surprisingly satisfying. I still missed Dusty. I wondered if she would think it odd that I canceled on her. I don’t know. Nothing makes much sense right now, and I wanted all of this to end. I was exhausted. I wondered what I did wrong to deserve this. I never committed a crime. I tell the truth. I help people as much as I can. I could go to church more often, go to confession. Maybe I was becoming too dependent on him. I don’t know how that worked since I did all the work, and never let him pay with a small debate. I was an independent woman, but I love him.

 I love him. Even after all this I still love him. Why? He’s put me through hell, but I still don’t want to lose him. I want him to stop what he’s doing, but I can’t imagine ousting him from my life forever. Where would I go? What would I do? How would I breathe? I really imagined us living together, married, with kids, the whole kit and caboodle. Now I don’t know if I can still trust him.

Sean walked in with what looked like rope in his hands. He set in on the table and called for me. He put my arm around his shoulder and picked me up. He helped me walk to the chains. I tried to stand on my own, but I wobbled and he set me down. He didn’t say anything, just lifted my arm and wrapped the shackle around the wrist. He picked me back up and shackled the other over wrist my head. He lowered me, seeing if I could stand. I leaned forward but the chains caught, and I stopped and started swaying. He stopped me and stood back. He silently walked to the table with the rope on it. When it unrolled, I saw that it was a whip, with 7 tails. My eyes got big and I tried to shake my head. He looked at me and shook his head slowly. He then raised it and quickly flicked his wrist.

 I could feel it strike my back, all seven. One wrapped around to hit my stomach. He brought it back and looked at me again. He flicked his wrist and again all seven hit my back. He held the whip in his hands for a second looking at me, as some blood started to drip onto my legs. He positioned himself again and this time most of the tails wrapped around my legs, causing them to buckle and for me to hang for a couple seconds before I found my footing again. He looked at me and whipped again. The legs were hit again. This time one hit my butt. And I winched with the pain, and tears started down my face, as more blood went down my legs. This time he looked at me, brought the whip up, but lowered it. He looked at me, hanging in the air, legs turning red. He raised the whip and I felt a sharp pain as my upper back was hit, my arms were taken forward, and my head stuck forward. I started gasping, I could feel blood running down my neck, and I was worried my head cracked. Sean rushed over to me. He picked up my head and I could feel him feeling my head where the whip hit. I then felt his tongue run up my neck, and to the back of my head. I got the chills and my back shook.

“Are you ok?” I nodded

“Only the chills.” He kept going. His tongue ran over my back, lapping up the small steams breaking my back. He continued his way down. I could feel him licking my butt. Then he started circling my legs. When he reached my feet, he stood up behind me. I could feel him wrap his arms around me. His arms lowered and were on my pelvic region. I could feel him harden and start to breath irregularly. He was just standing behind me, with himself pressed up against me. When he released I thought I was done, put then he went fast and entered behind. I inhaled and went limp. It was no use using that energy to fight. He rocked a little and then pulled out. He stepped away and couldn’t see him anymore.

Then the first one hit. It hit me square in the stomach and it knocked the wind out of me. I started bleeding again. Another strike was almost in the exact same spot. I was crying again. Another strike hit the lower legs. A high one stuck my neck and chest, one hitting me in the eye. I knew I would get a shiner from that one. Another blow hit my pelvic region and I thought I heard a crack. My face was covered with tears, and another blow hit. My chest was now bleeding, my stomach looked red, and my breasts were burning. The next hit brought my head back hard, and my tears started mixing with the blood coming from the newest marks. I heard the whip drop and Sean quickly unshackled me setting me on the concrete floor. He was stretching me out, making sure none of my limbs were being laid on. He started with my face. His hand was on my cheek, tracing the wounds he just inflicted. He was licking my face when he got to my lips. He lingered there and started kissing me. He was getting passionate, and I started crying. He stopped and sat up to look at me. He then got up. I heard the sink running in the bathroom. After a while it stopped, and I heard him come toward me. He started cleaning off the blood with the washcloth of hot water. I stung, and I flinched a few times. He started with my neck, took his time on my breasts. He was looking at them strangely. When I managed to look down, I saw that at places they were sliced open, and they looked torn. I started to cry again.

 Now, on top of everything else, he maimed me. Would they ever heal? Would I be able to use them to breast feed? Would they fall off? I was breathing heavily and he was gently cleaning off my stomach. He skipped my pelvic region and worked on my legs. He then came back up to my pelvic and started gently rubbing. He had his eyes closed, and I could feel him on my leg getting hard. He lifted himself on top of me and positioned himself. I felt him go down. I yelled. My pelvis hurt so bad.

“Get off me!” I tried to push him off but I could barely lift my arms. He kept going and I kept screaming. He finally pulled out and I sighed loudly. I started breathing heavily, and lay there, plotting my next move. Sean picked me up and carried me to the bed. He set me down and told me to fall asleep. I fell asleep and had another dream. This time I didn’t want to wake up from the dream.

 It started with me at Dusty’s house. I was on her couch drinking tea. We were talking about the kind of things we normally do, school, food, the weather, and boys. The tea was very hot. You could see the steam rising from it. Even holding the cup, my hand was burning. Dusty asked about Sean.

 “So how has Sean been lately?”

“Well he been ok. A little mischievous if you know what I mean.” Just then the couch jumped and I spilt my tea onto my lap. It hit my pelvic region and I screamed. Dusty looked down and we saw that the couch was Raphael. We sat back down and kept talking. She asked if I loved Sean. I answered yes. The couch yelled out why! I shook my head and drank some tea. Just then Sean walked through the door. He was holding a bouquet of blue roses.

“These are for you.” I took them and kissed him. Next thing I know we are on a bed, naked. He is on top of me. One hand is holding my butt, the other is holding my head. He kissed me, and his tongue was in my mouth. His hands were running down my body. He was hard, pressing into my stomach. His mouth slid down and he was now groping my breast. I was sighing and contorting, allowing him to have what he wanted in the first place. He put his mouth over one breast and was licking me. As he ran his tongue over my n****e I moaned. He bit it, ever so softly and I relaxed again. He went to the other and started sucking. He was milking. I was starting to breath heavily, and Sean’s mouth went even lower. He was kissing me. He got to my pelvic region and started with his fingers. He was moving me hitting all the right spots, causing me to start rocking, waiting, wanting more. He stopped and sent in his tongue. I was breathing heavily and starting to come. When he stopped, I looked at him and he closed his eyes and fell. He was lying on the bed.

Dead.

 I cried out. I ran out to the living room. I was going to see Dusty, to get a hug from my best friend. When I got to the living room, it was Raphael’s and he was sitting in a chair.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I… I’m sorry, I got … hung up.”

“It’s ok I forgive you.” He held out his arms for me, and I ran into them. He held me close. I was sitting on his lap with my head against his. He whispered I love you. I answered him with I love you too. I looked at him and kissed him. He picked me up, and I was lying on my back. He was taking off his shirt and I was unbuttoning mine. I sat up and undid his pants. He stood up, and I pulled them down, along with his boxers. When I came back up, I stopped and put my mouth around him. He moaned, and I kept going. I was sucking, and had my hand moving up and down. He pulled me up and kissed me. Our tongues were in each other’s mouths, exploring. He pushed me back on the bed, and pulled off my pants. I turned him over and was on top of him. I took of my bra and set my chest on his, bringing the rest of my body with it. I kissed his again and had my hands on him. I could feel him breathing faster. I held him as I raised up. I was breathing heavily as I looked up and guided him into me, as I went down. I was on top of him, with him inside me, as I exhaled.

I woke up. It was just a dream but what did it mean? I had s*x with Raphael. Did I want him? Sean died. Why? I was trying to remember all the details as Sean walked in.