Page 29 of Beautiful Chaos

The room was so dimly lit that when the bucket, once full of water used to wake me, was tossed aside, it vanished into what I could only guess was the abyss of a basement.

I tried to raise my hand to wipe the moisture from my face only to realize I was chained to a chair. I looked up to meet my captor’s eyes again and his gaze was fixed behind me.

I could smell him before I could see him. A deep woodsy scent mixed with metallic, overwhelmed my senses as a deep voice whispered into my ear,

“Mmm, we will have so much fun with you, koshechka.”

His voice was deep and carried a thick accent, one I had never heard before.

I felt the hot air spill from his lips, onto the sensitive part of my neck, before he grazed over my collarbone with his knuckles. Every hair on my body raised in fear.

I tried to fight my bindings, but they were secure and tight, almost too tight.

He walked from behind me strolling with his hands in his pocket, as he joined the other man. They had similar features. Maybe brothers, or close relatives of some sort.

The second man had a buzz cut and had the same physique as the first. Both were covered in muscle and tattoos. The second man had a piercing on his eyebrow, I secretly planned to rip it out if he had gotten any closer.

Lost in my wishful thinking, I had no time to brace myself before being forced to the ground. One of them raised a foot and kicked over the chair I was chained to, smashing my bound wrists with my body weight.

The chair must have been old and brittle because it broke into pieces at the impact causing me to scream out at the snap of my wrist from under me.

Before I could make sense of what was happening, I was yanked by my broken wrist, and forced into another corner of the cold dark room where I noticed a smell of cigarettes and mold.

There was an old rusted four-post bed with a dirty mattress on it. I was pushed face-first onto. My hands were still held tight by my captor. I tried to fight him off but there was no use. He was too strong, and I was wounded and still bound.

The more of a struggle I put up, the harder my broken wrist was pinched under his grip. I let out an agonized yelp, as I heard the chains grinding on metal as they were pulled tight.

Once I was bound to the bed on my stomach the man released his hold. I took a deep breath and before I could release it my clothes were ripped from my body, leaving me naked and completely vulnerable. I began to thrash and kick my legs as I felt teasing touches on my thighs. The two men chuckled at my attempts to get loose.

“Easy koshechka, the harder you fight the harder I’ll bite.” The man, who sat on top of me, said just before he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I screamed out in pain as the blood trickled forward and dripped onto the bed. He wrapped his hand in my hair forcing my head down, toward his stomach while he was straddled on top of me. One knee on either side. My neck cracked at the blunt movement, and my scalp protested.

Putting his lips on my ear, he whispered,

“Your parents were right; you are a pretty little thing. I bet your untouched Pussy is so tight.”

The weight of his body disappeared just before the sound of his belt echoed through the room. He dropped it to the floor with a startling clank.

He slapped my ass and then forced his hand down between my thighs.

“Which hole do you want to start with?” he asked in a husky voice. I thought he was speaking to me, but another voice vibrated through the air, with a menacing chuckle

“Both.”

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I woke up suddenly, with a start. I was covered in sweat, my throat inflamed from screaming in my sleep. I sat there heaving, trying to take back control of my breathing before I hyperventilated, telling myself over and over,

“It wasn’t real. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

The room was completely dark, not even the streetlights penetrated through the blackout curtains. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I looked toward the bedroom door, which now stood wide open, I saw a large dark figure in the doorway. I breathed in a startled breath as fear took over my ability to move or think.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly, then forced them shut to compose myself before taking another look at the door. It must have been a trick of the mind because when I looked again, there was nothing but darkness.

Confused, I clicked on my bedside lamp. My bedroom door was wide open, which was odd because I always slept with my door closed. The thought left me feeling uneasy, I got up to check the alarm system was still armed and active.

The alarm remained set just as I had left it, but I was still uneasy because my door was open, especially after such a vivid dream. I went to the kitchen to make some sleepy-time tea to settle my nerves. It had been so long since I had any of my nightmares. I guess seeing those men, who looked identical to my past, brought back my nightmares and the excruciating memories of the things those monsters did to me so many years ago.

I couldn’t get settled even after my tea, which usually worked wonders for me, fearing someone was lurking in the dark waiting for me to doze off. I even thought I saw someone standing under a tree, just out of sight, when I looked out my window.

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