Page 95 of Tear Me Down
“Look at me!” Dranan screams as he grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my face close to his.
“Fuck you!” I scream at him, angry with myself that I would ever think of Damien being revolted by me. It feels like a betrayal—a doubt that he doesn’t deserve.
He snarls and moves the knife to my rib cage, dragging it deeper as he pushes down and continues slicing into me. I can feel the burning, scraping pain that follows as it bumps over my ribs and down my side, but I refuse to react to the pain. I'm going to make this as difficult as possible for him. It could be from being strung up for so long, but I start to feel dizzy, and the blood dripping down my body starts to itch on the places that don’t burn with ache. I can feel the wound from my shoulder drip down my body, and the sensation makes me shudder. My body is starting to become more sensitive to the torment, and I can feel myself slipping into response.
I look at him dead in the eyes, wanting him to feel the conviction behind my words.
“When he comes for me, and you watch my Angel of Death storm in here, I wonder what your last thoughts will be,” I taunt, already imagining the horrifying ways Damien is going to make him suffer. He walks behind me, sending a shiver down my spine as I lose sight of him. Suddenly a sharp bitefrom his blade attacks the top of my right shoulder, and the piercing pain lingers as he drags it down my back—soliciting a small gasp that only manifests as a squeak.
“I'll be thinking of how I ruined you for him. How he’ll try to rid you of every touch, but I’ll be ingrained into your scars for eternity. Every time he’ll look at you, he'll think ofmyhands on you.” I shakily gasp again and tear up as I feel his hands dip into my shorts, tracing the line of my panties just before he rounds the curve of my ass. “You better not piss me off. I might have to release my anger another way.” He walks back in front of me and wipes the rogue tear running down my face with the flat side of the knife, smearing more of my blood across my cheek. “Is that what gets to you? The thought of him being repulsed by you? You know I’m right, don’t you? He’ll be sickened by the thought.”
“FUCK YOU!” I scream again, and he forcefully grabs my throat. His grip tightens enough to cut off my air, and he points the knife to my stomach, turning it menacingly against my skin as a threat.
Please, God no…
“You better shut that pretty mouth of yours before I get too ahead of myself!” he screams, and just as he pulls his hand back, I desperately nod—willing to degrade myself in an instant. I have to submit to him if it’ll keep him from sticking that knife in my stomach… More tears finally fall over my eyelids and run down my cheeks, and I can feel as they combine with the mixture of dried and wet blood, making me cringe. “You submit so beautifully, no wonder he likes you so much. Such an obedient little toy.” I exhale heavily as he moves the knife away from my stomach, but I quickly suck it back in as he moves it down to my vagina. “I wonder if that’s not the only reason.” He dips the blade into the hem of my shorts and panties, and yanks down, tearing them apart before he pulls them from my body.
I want to scream, sob, call out for Damien so devotedly that it manifests him here… But knowing he’s watching all of this, it would kill him…
I have to hold on… I have to hold on…
He moves the knife to my right side, just under my ribs, and deliberately pushes in. While I can feel that it’s not far, it also feels so intense, and much sharper than the wounds before this. I whimper at the pain, and no matter how hard I attempt to hold back, a cry slips from my lips as the tears flow more freely.
I can’t hold back much longer…
“There it is. The sensitivity the blood loss causes. You'll lose control soon enough.” I feel myself getting drowsy, like the room is starting to spin, and I can’t tell if I’m going to pass out or not. The strength in my neck disappears, and I finally drop my head, witnessing the horror that covers my body. I don’t see any color left on my skin… Just blood, several cuts, red and raised skin that already starting to bruise in some places, and his handprints marked by my blood…
The room continues to spin narrowly, and I attempt to focus my vision on something that isn’t red.
“Sir?” the second man from earlier calls out, and Dranan grunts in annoyance—clearly agitated at having to pause his little game. He walks over to the voice and speaks in hushed tones, clearly not wanting me to hear. This is a moment I know I won’t get again, so I take advantage, inhaling a deep breath and conjuring any resolve I have remaining. He angrily steps back over to me and I pick my head back up to show my defiance.
“It looks like things have escalated. Now I have to prove my point.” He twirls the knife in his hand expertly and thrusts forward and up, shoving the knife into the back of my left shoulder as he comes in close to me. I can’t help but scream, and my throat burns with the strain of it. All of the pain from the past, I’m not sure how long, finally catching up with me.
I can feel his disgusting, wet breath on my cheek as he leans in close again, only to run his revolting tongue along my jaw. A silent gag boils in my throat, but I thankfully hold it back despite his revolting saliva wetting my chin. He moves to slide his hand between my legs, but I clench my legs together, desperately trying to keep him out. In retaliation, he twists the knife in my shoulder, making me cry out and falter. His large hand forces his way through, and he pushes his fingers inside of me, causing me to cry out at the burn.
“So dry? You seemed like the type to like pain with your pleasure, or I was assuming so from the love marks on your neck.” I try to thrash and kick him away, but the pain from my wounds and the knife in my back keeps me mostly stationary, wincing at the slightest movement.
Just pass out… Please, just let me pass out…
“You should have listened Damien, and now I have to keep my word.” I feel his fingers move in and out of me painfully, and a sob unwillingly slips from my lips.
“Go on, dear. Call out for him.” he taunts.
“No…” I choke out before he removes his hand and uses it to unbutton his pants…
“I said, call out for him!” he screams.
“NO!” I use every ounce of strength I have left to kick at him through the pain in my shoulder. The knife moves inside of me and a guttural screech flies out of my mouth, but I fight back anyway, refusing to go down so easily.
The second man finally emerges from the darkness and runs behind me, instantly jerking my head back by my hair and twisting the knife even more. I shriek, pushing through the hoarse feeling in my throat, but refusing to scream Damien’s name. His demonic hands painfully grab my thighs and force my legs open, leaving my weakened state no chance to fight back. He takes no time to violently thrust inside me, purposely making it as painful as possible to appease his sadistic torture.
I immediately bite my cheeks to keep myself from screaming any more, and a rush of copper liquid floods my dry mouth. Giving him another one of my screams is not an option for me, and I can’t torture Damien like that. I refuse… I wish I could contain my tears the way I contain my screams, or beg some malevolent power to turn the camera off… He can’t be watching this…
Think of something else… Anything else…
The tears streaming down my face remind me of the lake. The night we laid out on the dock and watched the thunderstorms in the sky. Harsh thunder sounds through my mind, and I swear I can hear it—the memory doing little to take away the pain between my legs as he forces his way in and out, but I cling to the reminiscence and let my mind run away with our little escape.
Rain drops barely make its way under the gazebo, onto our faces and barely covered bodies. Damien’s holding me here. His large, gentle hands are running up and down my back, soothing away a pain that wasn’t there at the time. Grey skies and pattering water lay out in front of us, providing a perfect ambiance for peace. Grunts and groans echo all around us, but I swear his grip tightens, pulling me closer to shield me even more.
