Awake

I can see a dim light between the lashes of my eyes, my head feels full and heavy. My eyes shut again on their own will. The cold hard cement feels nice against my naked body. I try to roll onto my back, but I'm stopped by the agonizing pain in my side. I bend my arm to try and discover what's causing the pain with my free hand, there's a gash down my left side of open flesh, I manage to finger out a piece of glass from my disfigured side. I cringe with the new pain, it stings and I cry out a whimper of pain. "Shh! He'll hear you." A voice I don't recognize tells me with disdain. I try once more to open my eyes, she's crouched over me examining my wound shaking her head and scolding me under her breath. "Where am..." I try to speak, but I can't find the strength. She places her hand over my mouth and tilts her head back to listen, I hear nothing but the infuriating dripping noise coming from my right side. "You shouldn't have fought him. He doesn't like that you know." She says all matter of fact like. I don't have the energy to deal with her, my body gives into sleep and I drift into a dreamless slumber.

I awake, possibly hours later. I've been moved, my body is draped over a steel table, there is a bright light hovering over me. I bring up my arm to shield my eyes, but what I see above me is not my arm. I scream out, willing it to go away. The arm covers my mouth and the same girl is once again scolding me to quiet down. She must have been reaching for something when I tried to shield my eyes. She removes her hand giving me a look of dominance and retrieves the item she was reaching for. She returns to her work on my right side, and I seize my opportunity. "Where am I?" I ask her in a hushed whisper. "We are in his basement" she says to me vaguely. She hums a silent tune to herself as she carries on. "Who's basement?" I ask losing patience. "His." She smiles a toothless grin at me. My stomach turns and I vomit, she balances me on my left as I empty my stomach. The gash on my left side sends sharp pains through my body and I cry out releasing my anger and helplessness. She continues to hum, working away. I realize she is not tending to my wound and my curiosity gets the best of me. With all my strength I look over to my right and follow her arms down to my right shoulder.

The sight is too much for me. I squirm and kick and call out for help. She holds me down with all her force, cursing at me and demanding I shut up. Tears stream down my face, powerless against her will and my ruined body. "What happened to me!" I demand, screaming at her. "I'd say you should be lucky you even woke up." She says, threading a needle. The dripping noise continues relentlessly from my right side, which I now know was not a leaky pipe. I give her my undivided attention in hopes she will humor me an explanation. "You tried to escape." I can feel her stabbing into me with the needle. "You broke his car window and tried to climb out, silly girl. It's a no wonder he broke your arm." I flinch as she yanks on the thread pulling my skin over the revealed bone. I stare blankly into the light trying to remember. My eyes roll back and I drift off again.

I awake once more on the cement. My side is bandaged and I stare at the hack job that used to be my right arm. I force myself up using my left arm, I'm wobbly and unbalanced but I manage to get myself in an upright sitting position. Strands of my hair fall across my face and I shuffle over the the wall closest to my left. I lean against it for support and study my captivity. A single spot light hangs above me leaving what hides outside its rim in darkness. I hear scurrying from the other end of the room. The girl enters the light on all fours carrying something in her mouth like an animal. She drops it in front of me and says "Eat." I do so without hesitation. It's chewy and soaked with blood. I can't bring myself to finish it. "You'll need your energy for him, eat." She insists. My eyes swell with tears and my emotions conquer my strength. "Why are you doing this to me?" She jerks her head back, listening. "He's coming. Lucky girl... he's coming for you!" She coos with pleasure moving quickly back into the darkness.

I hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs that I have yet to discover, I urge my body to get up, fight. But I haven't the strength. He approaches me, standing over 6 feet tall, he grabs my left arm and heaves me over his shoulder. His hands caress my backside gingerly as he runs his fingers between my thighs. We're moving swiftly up the stairs and into a well lit kitchen. The brightness blinds me as we take another set of stairs to his bedroom. He lays me flat on the bed so that I can look on the face of my abductor. He sticks his face between my thighs and breathes in deeply. "You need a bath." He tells me unzipping his pants. "You're lucky you woke up, last few died." Stroking his dick between my thighs. He kisses my neck and licks my ear. Bringing his dick to my mouth I smile and say, "Awake? I'd rather be dead." As I bit it off.