I FELT DIRTY, HUNGRY, and exhausted. I hurt and I knew I had lost blood from the abrasions on my wrists and the cuts I had on various parts of my body. I hadn’t slept all night for fear of Michael coming back and torturing me more. My eyes were nearly swollen shut from crying and from Michael punching me in the face when I screamed the first time he cut me. When he had cut my clothes off, the blade sliced between my breasts, causing me to scream in pain.
Michael had initially cut my shirt off so he didn’t have to free my hands. As he jerked my pants off, I fought him by kicking and screaming, and he cuffed me upside my head, making me see stars. After that, he gagged me with a filthy rag and ran tape around my head to hold it in my mouth. My hair was being pulled where it was caught up in the tape, and I battled puking because I was afraid it would kill me with no way to get past the rag.
I had fought to maintain consciousness out of fear for what he may do to me without my knowledge. When he ran his filthy hands up my legs and slid his fingers under the edges of the legs of my panties, I whimpered and cried, trying not to earn another beating. As his fingers brushed against me and slid down to fondle me, I couldn’t help it, I screamed through the gag, thrashing and kicking. His fist connected with stomach and ribs. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he may have broken one of my ribs. It hurt so much to breathe.
Little did I know that would only be the beginning.
He tied my hands above my head, still bound together. My elbows bent above my head and my fingertips brushed the ground. Then he tied my feet so my legs were spread and each knee was off the sides of the cot with my heels touching the floor.
Using the knife, he made superficial cuts along my left thigh, working up toward my abdomen. I couldn’t stop crying. The pain and terror I felt was indescribable. When he was done slicing up my leg, he moved on to my breast, stabbing me—not too deep, just enough to scare the shit out of me because I really thought he was going to kill me. He laughed at my muffled pleading.
When he began stripping out of his clothes, I frantically shook my head no as my sobs increased. His member hung flaccid between his legs as he climbed on the cot with me, half lying on top of me. He told me I was going to have to suck on him to make him hard, that I was so pathetic he couldn’t even get hard looking at me. Spittle sprayed my face as he laughed and rubbed his body on mine, smearing my blood all over himself and me. Then he leaned down like he was going to kiss me, but instead licked the side of my face. He fucking licked my face. I gagged again, choking on my sobs. God, forgive me, but I wished he would just kill me, because I had given up on anyone finding me.
Brutally, he squeezed and twisted my breasts, bruising the tender tissue before biting them. The crazy asshole fucking bit me. I had no idea if he broke the skin or not, but the pain made me stiffen and arch off the cot, screaming through the gag.
“Yes, oh yes, baby, rub up against me. I love that.” His moist breath ran across the side of my head as he whispered in my ear. I jerked my head, turning away from him. That’s when he grabbed me by the hair, twisting my head back to face him. He held the knife to my face and licked across the tape over my mouth. Sick fuck. God, I hated him. I prayed and prayed for some form of salvation.
He cut through the tape in front of my ear, and I knew he cut my face because I felt the warm liquid trickle down to the bottom of my ear and neck, but I couldn’t do anything to stop him. He ripped off the tape, pulling my skin painfully and ripping out some of my hair. I winced and yelped in pain, which just earned me another backhand across my face.
“Shut up! I told you, you don’t make any noise unless I tell you to!” When he grabbed hold of his flaccid member and tried to shove it in my face, I shook my head, trying to avoid what I knew was inevitable. He grabbed me viciously by my jaw, holding my head still. “Don’t even think about biting me, Steph, or I’ll cut your throat now and be done with you.”
I cried silent tears, which ran down the sides of my head, pooling in my ears before running into my matted, filthy hair. He proceeded to shove his nasty, soft penis in my mouth with one hand as he held my mouth open with the other. I refused to give him the satisfaction of actually sucking on him. He was insane if he thought I would. Then he stooped to a new low I couldn’t believe anyone would by threatening my daughter. My sweet, innocent Remi. I did it because I didn’t want his deprivation anywhere near her. I was ashamed of my actions, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t let him have anything to do with my baby girl. For the millionth time, I was thankful I had found Reaper and she would at least have her daddy now. He would protect her. He wouldn’t let this sick bastard near her.
Michael continued grunting and gagging me until he pulled out and came in my hair. I just laid there staring at the ceiling. I felt myself drifting further and further into my mind to escape my reality. He then patted my cheek like a small child, telling me what a good girl I had been. I couldn’t believe it when he got up, dressed, and went to the door.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Steph. I can’t wait to feel you tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll have all of you. Then maybe I’ll deliver you to your precious biker. We’ll see how much he wants you after you are used up. Or maybe I’ll keep you around for a while, plant my baby in that belly first and make him watch it grow in you. I haven’t decided.”
I didn’t look at him as he shut the door. I heard what sounded like a padlock being utilized outside the door, but I just continued to stare at the ceiling until sobs escaped from between my lips. I didn’t know how much more I could take.…