Page 31 of In You
Tamryn
"Ijustdon'tunderstand,"he says, his eyes turning sad as he brushes a hand down my hair. His lips tighten against his face, and I tense when he takes my wrist in a death grip, holding my hand to the nightstand next to us, pulling a knife out from under his pillow. "Why the fuck do you make me do this to you, huh?"
I gasp, lost in the grip of an orgasm as he keeps himself high inside me as the toy buzzes away between my legs, mercilessly pushing me to my fifth orgasm with no break. My skin breaks out into a cold sweat as I see the knife placed to the right finger of my right hand. I jerk in a futile attempt to break out of the rope binding my left hand to the headboard, and whimper as I try to get his eyes on mine.
"Calvin, no," I say thickly. "No! Baby, what are you doing?" I shudder through my tears as the sharp edge touches my skin."What are you doing?"My face breaks as I realize he's about to really hurt me."What are you doinnng?"
"I saw you talking to that man at the store," he says in an almost disembodied voice as he makes the first slice into my skin.
I grunt, jerking against him in shock as I strain with all my might to dislodge his grip. But he just tightens his hold so hard that my wrist bends at an unnatural angle, and his lips pull back from his teeth as the purest look of evil morphs his features into something from my darkest nightmares.
Fire erupts where he's cut into me, and my mouth opens into a scream when I feel the blade go through my knuckle slightly. The toy buzzes relentlessly, and I begin to shake everywhere as my worn out body begins to go into shock.
It hurts.
His sad, tortured eyes snap to mine. "You're not allowed to leave the house anymore, Tamryn. I can't trust you!"
The knife makes a weird sound as he pulls it from my knuckle, and I gasp in terror as blood spills all over my fingers, and down my palm. Keeping my wrist pinned, he begins to thrust so hard the headboard bangs into the wall.
I scream. Dying deep down in my spirit as his gray eyes stare down at me, sucking my life force. Ripping my soul from me in an evil energy exchange that feels like it's going to kill me.
I shoot up out of bed as the light of the lamp floods my room and I scratch at the covers tangled around my legs, tearing them off as the light is so bright it blinds me as I snap out of my dream. My screams are cut off as I hit the floor onto the shoulder of my injured arm hard, and knock my head against the leg of the nightstand.
"Hellppp!"I scream, curling up on myself. "Helllppp meee!"
A pair of strong arms wrap themselves around me, and I reach blindly for him, desperately clawing my fingers into thick biceps as I sob and shake as the Captor's voice refuses to fade from my brain. Torturing me.
"I'm here, sweetheart, I'm right here. Nothing's going to hurt you." A broad hand strokes down the back of my hair, but I seize up and then jerk away from him, slamming my head into the nightstand again as I get my feet between us and push him off me.
"Get off meeee!" I scream, scratching at my arm with my unhurt hand."Get off! Get off! Get off!"I yell over and over, my words being choked out by my heartbeat pounding in my throat.
My skin crawls, my arm burns, my knuckles throb.
I lay there on the floor, legs spread, propped up on my elbow as my Savior's face comes into focus. My face crumples, and I toss my head back on a cry, collapsing all the way onto my back and covering my eyes with my hand, sobbing.
Wrecked, I cry with everything in me. Falling completely apart.
"Mommyyyy," I call for her, the one person in life who's ever loved me as a pain so deep and fresh slices me in two, starting from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, flaying me open and making me unbearably vulnerable."Mommy, please, I n-need you."
I whimper, turning to my side and bringing my knees to my chest as I stare underneath the bed to the door on the other side, but she doesn't come.
Even in my nightmares she doesn't come.
12
I Was A Child
Caleb
"Iwasachild,ands-shewas a child-"
My heart breaks in half at the sight of Tamryn curled up in a fetal position rocking on the floor. Helpless, I sit flush down on the floor with her and listen to her recite the most depressing poem ever written in life. The lines of the poem are dispersed in between guttural pleas for her mom.
I am absolutely in hell, but I don't dare touch her right now, or move to leave the room.
"In a kingdom b-by the s-s-seaaaa…." she stammers as she cries, sounding like she's being tortured from the inside out.
When she's tired herself out so much that she's hiccuping and has run through that poem about ten times, I look over at her and place my hand ever so gently to her ankle.
