Pose For Me

Blink

'Not evil just broken'

I fight to keep my breathing at a caution considering my circumstances, the woman was true to her words for I am out of that prison and I believe heading home. It was hard to tell since my hands are tied and a black bag over my head. The bumpy road only increases my anxiety considering I was sandwiched in between two large men, one which kept his hand under my ass cheek occasionally squeezing every time we hit a bump.

A part of me was a little paranoid, why was I not driving my own car? Why are my eyes hidden? I know my way to my house, why the extra length?

Their loud conversations in Russian while they aggressively shook their bodies only increased my nausea, A montage I kept repeating over and over through my mind was my only stability from collapsing. Soon I will be uniting with my family again Lord knows how much I need their warmth and faces.

From the way the gas is pressed I can feel the car speeding into a rapid pace all conversations have gone quiet leaving me to remain alert, a pair of eyes burned my cheeks I can feel a heat surging as it seems to be getting closer. Someone is invading my personal space, a man's voice whisperers in my ear halting all my body movements with his Russian coated tongue.

"Welcome to the family, Princess".

The car comes to a complete stop nearly making my body fly across hadn't it been for the man's large hairy arm to quickly drape over my chest, I winced remembering for the past how many days now I have been naked and touched. This mini shirt was given did nothing but showcase the astronomical flesh I carried. "Be careful" the man shouts "hurt his woman and your children will get mauled" he laughed.

Woman? He?

The door swings open and I was met with a breeze, the man's body heat next to me disappears and suddenly disappeared leaving me colder and more anxiety filled, though his large frame next to mine was intimidating but it brought me a little comfort.

A slight yelp escaped my throat as I felt my arms being tugged, my spine fully aligned once my bare feet touched a smooth ground, mini rocks dig into my heel threatening to break through the skin, the stinging nuisance reminding me that this whole situation was real.

There I was standing in the middle of God Knows where, wind hits all my body letting me know my attire isn't much to appropriate, I can't see a thing and I feel myself being watched intently.

One minute I'm with my sisters and the next stranded and half naked, my body temperature drops to an inhumane level when my ears caught the sound of something clicking next to my temple, I have heard this before, that smell I have smelt it before, this situation it's all too recognizable. This was my end; it was a lesson that I didn't have a chance to grow from I had a perfect Man but my body lusted over someone dangerous and dark, it was my punishment I never should have accepted Rafeal as my new patient I should have done the right thing.

Maybe my life would have been the same and boring with Justin's constant abuse but at least I would have still been alive with my girls, a tear drops at the thought of them as I began a silent prayer.

But then something changed, the bag over my head Is tugged lightly "hold still" that same voice speaks with more assertion. My left cheek was met with a wind and before I knew it sunlight was peeking through, greedily Inhaled a large amount of cool oxygen almost too the point I'm hyperventilating My heart beat starts picking up at the moment my pupils caught sight of a familiar color.

There it was my home, just as I left it again nothing broken, nothing damaged, no cars my eyes lost control as I scanned every length as if seeing everything brand new. Water works broke out furiously as a wet sob broke out of me.

I am home.

My body shakes yet I try to keep calm for I'm not out of hot water yet. The figure is still next to me blocking my face from the sun, its him that man with the scar over his eye, the one that nearly charged at me that day. Ranging at almost seven feet tall up close, I can see the mini scars that decorated his features discreetly fading scars blending in well with his pale skin. Menacing eyes look into mine daring me to continue my stare, my throat painfully stretched as I swallowed a thick bile.

I snap my eyes to my door once more, how long has it been? My legs want to run to it and hide inside forever. From this past I don't know how. The man steps into view in my front as he began to cut the tape that bounded my wrists painfully, through my peripheral eye I can see the black vehicle that followed me that fateful day, matte tires and frighteningly pitch black windows. Like before all of them rolled up but the sun peeking through a small hole let's me make out a few bodies inside.

The man takes his time cutting through the thick material as he watched me intently with a face of suspicious. Before looking away from his I could see a glint flash through his eyes as his eyes trailed back and forth to my lips, It than it occurred to me the sun is out and I'm standing in the middle of the culdesac with giant men half naked. Yet there isn't a bird in sight, the world as I know it is quiet. No one sitting outside, no one playing, not even a butterfly. Completely dead.

"Your a murderer, you jealous pig" came the baritone Russian voice laced with pure hatred. I quickly look back up to him in question.

What? Mu-mur- murderer? M-me?

My shock rendered every cell within my body frozen I hadn't even noticed even noticed my Wrists were free releasing me from this nightmare. Or the fact that my eyes was able to remain on his without blinking.

It's a mistake, me. Kill? The mere sin that will seal my fate in hell, it can't be I gave my soul to God, another human beings blood should not be on my hands. What was the motive? What was the purpose? Just what happened Lord please help me, mom, dad ... Justin.

'you took one of ours now we're going to return the favor' That wasn't just any saying, no. He was telling me my sin.

Tears fall like rain in my face making the man cast an eerie smile my way; yellow teeth with bacteria patches lingering on each top of his front tooth's, eyes grow dark as he stares at me maliciously amused at how taken back I was.

Slowly he steps away large feet trim the rocks to ashes as the wind blew it in the air, the view of my home is visible again, how bad I want to run but not under this man's deadly stare.

'Don't test me' those eyes read. He fully steps to the side awaiting, like a new toddler learning how to walk I hesitantly lifted up one foot and than another fully aware of the deadly man that smells of decay and rotting Iron.

My movements begin to pick up once I was past him a little thinking I was home clear I started taking a bit more larger steps, a harsh grip landed on my arm earning a shriek out me as my body jolted towards the scene, challenging eyes bore into mine, he isn't done yet. I had my hopes up for a little too long. I'm pulled harshly closer to his body; his nails dig into my chin as he held it between his thumb and index finger, were inches apart as he leans into my face squeezing me in foul breath fans my face. "Don't think this is over bunny" pulling me closer our nose touching as I close my eyes tears running down loosely.

"He is watching you".

The embrace disappears without warning causing me to tumble to my knees with a thud nearly breaking my ankle, sharp rocks break through the first layer of my skin. My eyes remain closed as the tears keep falling what else did he need? Can he just end it already? I'm terrified to move. I can still feel his presence near me as the awful smell he emanates still burn my nose painfully, maybe that's why I can't stop crying. I hear him pull mucus from his chest before collecting them into his mouth a slimy hot liquid lands on my hand before I hear his footsteps recede backwards mentally cringing at the hot liquid, I'm afraid to look but the smell almost made me gag a car door is closed and screeches away not before I hear them all laughing and screaming.

"The prince has returned"

Peeling my eyes open I see a void neighborhood, sunlight the ground creating a mirage in the distance, they are gone. They are really, really gone I am alone away from them; I didn't think it was possible yet the tears kept falling. God saved me once More.

My hands reach for the doorknob, I fight too not throw up at the sight of the yellow mucus mixed with strings of red goo that stuck to the back of my hand like an algae, Its Odd, I could have sworn I locked the doors Before I left. Justin? a hopeful smile breaks through as I think of him, being in his arms again this was God delivering me once more from the devil, I promise to never ever take advantage of him like that ever again even if we have our ups and downs.

"Ju-Justin" my small voice unrecognizable; broken and low.

The only time I used my voice box all that time was to scream out in ecstasy while I convulsed all over the woman's fingers. Thinking of Raf.

Everything the same, I think. My home, the colors, the smell of vanilla Glade, cushioned carpets and mounted TV. It was like seeing everything again for the first time in years.

I drink in every scenery before sliding down the door knees to chest and sobbing for what felt like hours, every memory that flashed only seems to pour out more and more through my tears.

The Beatings

Witnessing the death of an old woman

Starving

Touched and,and .... My Friends.

My head whips up, Amber and the girls.. where is my phone? A new worry sets it's course and my legs now begin on their own. Drying out my tears my head hammers from all the crying and now I need again to think hard, how do I pick up my life after all this? Where do I begin? I already know I'll never be comfortable going out like any more but how will I sleep?

'He is watching you'

The prince. The prince. The prince. I wish I new what the picture looked like, maybe than I could put the puzzle pieces together, but for now I need to reunite with my sisters.

In my own home I'm afraid, afraid to open any doors that I'm familiar with, mortified to going into dark spaces but for now it isn't about me. The bathroom is my first destination I can feel my breath getting stuck in my throat while it echoes in my ear drums, the door knob cold like it hasn't been open in a while creaking the door open to utter darkness I mentally prepare myself, for this is the first time I'm going to look in the mirror.

Who was she? Who was that reflection? Dry lips, swollen eye, red cornea the more I looked the more I cowered away from my reflection, the bile that I withheld for a while won bringing me closer to expel the contents. I threw up until my vision blurred, looking back up to the mirror with tears in my I made a silent prayer.

I learned my lesson.

Stripping the clothing that were way to tight on my hips and chest memories of the woman came forth making me halt, no,no get out of my head furiously shaking my head and choosing to ignore the heat forming below I stepped into the shower fully determined to wash away this day.

Where was my Justin? I need him now to hold me I'm wrapped in a bathrobe as I laid in bed, I fought with every think in me to not think of the severed head that laid in the corner behind me, I want to forget, I don't know what day it is or how long I was confined, all I know is I'm moving forward. Tomorrow I will be reunited with my family and together we will rise again, feeling up the part where Justin usually lays I was ready to close my eyes until a feeling began.

No, no, please no.

That feeling again, I'm being watched intently. Why does this feeling keep coming to me? Why? Just when I think I'm alone I'm not. Discreetly looking around the quiet room and glancing at the door that's locked and barricaded, I'm ok. Yet I don't feel alright.

Enough of that, it's just my paranoia, I am ok.

My last words before forcibly closing my eyes lifting the blanket over my head.