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Five:
We ate in silence. A silence I was more than willing to accept. My actions from earlier had surprised myself, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t even know myself anymore. I didn’t even know what was going on. Things felt different. The only thing I did know was that I was starving. I don’t know how long it had been since I last ate, but the food in front of me could not be consumed fast enough.
There were only three of us at the table, the big guy who had given me water and the other stranger. I didn’t know their names, but I could clearly see their faces now. Nothing was hidden from me, I wasn’t in the dark, and I wasn’t bound to a bed. I was sitting at a dining room table eating with them. It was almost as if they trusted me, almost. I suppose we all knew that any attempt at trying to run would be pointless; they both looked like they could snap me in half in a second. They both seemed a little tense, scraping their cutlery against their plates, not looking at each other and not saying a word.
“Can I ask a question?” I asked, breaking the silence between us. I only wanted to know one thing.
“That is a question” replied the big guy, taking another mouthful of his food.
“What do you want to know?” asked the other man, cutting to the chase. He obviously wasn’t in the mood to play games, and after what had happened between us before, I wasn’t about to get on his bad side. I didn’t want to know what else he was capable of.
“I just...I just wanted to know what your names where, or what I could call you” I stuttered. “I mean, I don’t know who you are, or where I am, or even how long I’ve been here, and I doubt I ever will, but I would at least like to know your names”. The look on both their faces was puzzling; I looked down at my food. Clearly I was being an idiot; it was a stupid idea to request such a thing.
“Out of everything that has happened, that is what you want to know?” asked the big guy, clearly puzzled. I nodded, refusing to lift my eyes. “You’re fucking something else, something else all to-fucking-gether” he breathed, taking another mouthful.
“My friend over there’s name is Bob, and I am Gerard” replied the stranger, it was nice to know I could have a name to think of him by. He said nothing else, indicating the conversation’s end. Something seemed different about him today. I did not take my eyes off my plate, I didn’t know where else to look and my plate seemed like the safest place for my attentions. They both seemed thrown off by my question and Gerard seemed a little annoyed. I found it hard to read him, so I could be way off base.
“Bob, take her back to the room” sighed Gerard. “I have something I need to do”. I heard both their chairs move, scraping against the floor. I stood too, holding my hand out to Bob, ready for him to lead me back to where I came.
He grasped my hand rather firmly, pulling me along with him. He was so much bigger than I, muscular and stronger. He almost pulled me off the ground after him, it was like I was weightless to him.
“I didn’t say drag, I said take” Gerard’s voice spoke firmly. I turned to look at him as I was taken from the room. He was watching as we left. He looked like he was in pain.
Bob didn’t talk to me; he just pushed me into the room and slammed the door shut. I was once again alone, and in the dark. I crawled into the bed and pulled the covers over me. I used them as my protection and let myself fall asleep. Nothing felt the same anymore, I wasn’t scared, I didn’t understand what was coming over me.
******
“Pull your shit together Gerard” said Bob, sitting down opposite him. “Seriously, what the fuck was all that about at dinner?”
“It was nothing” replied Gerard. He always had everything in control, and he wasn’t about to get into an argument over something small and insignificance.
“Nothing my fucking ass, you told her our names, and you’ve been acting fucking weird ever since” snapped Bob. “What the fuck is going on? She’s nothing more than an object to you, so why the fucking emotions?”
“Nothing, she asked a question and I answered” Gerard replied curtly. It was nothing. She was never going to be in a situation where she could give anything away, they both knew that. “I am still completely in control of this Bob”.
“What the fuck?” asked Bob. It was more of a statement than anything else. Things with this one were different, usually she’d be dead by now, or so far out of it she might as well be. Gerard had never kept anyone this long, let alone acted like this before. Usually any of the girls he brought home lasted a day, or maybe two, then they were discarded and forgotten. Of course, this one seemed to be different.
“Look, I don’t fucking question how you do things” snapped Gerard. “I’ll break her yet” he added getting up. “She’s nothing but a weak little girl”.
“I fucking hope so” sighed Bob, flicking on the TV. If Gerard really wanted to break her, he would have done it by now. Something was off, but there was nothing Bob could do about it. Gerard did things his own way, and Bob knew better than to question him, after all, he was in charge. “I’m sick of this shit”. Gerard took a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. He narrowed his eyes, he took one more drag and stubbed it out on the couch, getting up and stalking out of the room.
Bob knew he had pissed him off, but the man seemed annoyed and angry before he had spoken anyway. It wouldn’t end up being his problem, it would be hers.
******
“Wake the fuck up” spat Gerard, I knew it was him, even in my sleepy daze. I rubbed my eyes, wondering what was going on.
“What?” I asked, sleep clouding my voice. I was having the weirdest dream.
“Don’t fucking question me” he spat, pushing the blankets off me, roughly pushing me out of the bed. I hit the ground with a thud. I didn’t understand what was happening. It was like a switch had flipped. “Get the fuck up” he yelled. I obeyed, standing in front of him. He roughly pushed me against the wall, clawing at my body, ripping the shirt that barely covered me. His hands roughly explore my body, taking it in an inch at a time. My heart was racing, racing so fast I thought it was going to explode out of my chest.
“What are you doing with me?” I stuttered. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. He didn’t seem like the type you ever questioned.
“Whatever the fuck I want” he spat, slapping me hard across the face. Tears instantly rose in my eyes; I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. “Don’t you fucking question me; you are nothing, a piece of fucking meat to me, and nothing but a useless fucking girl. Nothing more, nothing less”. I bit down on my lip harder as he roughly spread my legs. I closed my eyes, wishing this was not happening. This couldn’t be real, please God don’t let this be real. I heard his pants hit the ground and my heart skipped a beat. Why was this happening now? He seemed so gentle before.
His hand closed over my throat, pressing me into the wall. I balled my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms. I didn’t want to feel this. I didn’t want this to happen.
With one thrust of his hips pain surged through my body, I let out a little gasp of pain. It was a mistake to show anything, he tightened his grip around my throat, harshly slamming his hips into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my nails dug into my palms.
It was over as quickly as it began. He left without a word, slamming the door. As soon as the room was dark once more, I slid down the cold wall, pulling my legs to my chest and sobbed. Why was this happening to me? I couldn’t comprehend anything. Maybe I was really just a pathetic, useless girl, worth nothing to anyone.
*******
“Hey Mikes” whispered Gerard, sitting down near his brother. His head was so cloudy, the only place he actually felt like he was himself, or in control was when he was with his brother. Mikey just stared at him. He didn’t say a word. He never said much these days. Gerard just sighed.
“Bob asked about you” he continued, not wanting to fall into silence with his own brother. “I guess he’s a bit worried”. He wouldn’t admit that he was worried. The whole situation was a fucking nightmare.
“Bob never worries” replied Mikey, taking Gerard’s hand. Gerard squeezed his hand. At least today was better than yesterday.
Author's Note:
Thanks for all the great reviews guys. Hope you enjoy it so far. :)
I have a few more stories floating around in my head, so expect more soon. Not to mention another update from this one. :)
-xo
We ate in silence. A silence I was more than willing to accept. My actions from earlier had surprised myself, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t even know myself anymore. I didn’t even know what was going on. Things felt different. The only thing I did know was that I was starving. I don’t know how long it had been since I last ate, but the food in front of me could not be consumed fast enough.
There were only three of us at the table, the big guy who had given me water and the other stranger. I didn’t know their names, but I could clearly see their faces now. Nothing was hidden from me, I wasn’t in the dark, and I wasn’t bound to a bed. I was sitting at a dining room table eating with them. It was almost as if they trusted me, almost. I suppose we all knew that any attempt at trying to run would be pointless; they both looked like they could snap me in half in a second. They both seemed a little tense, scraping their cutlery against their plates, not looking at each other and not saying a word.
“Can I ask a question?” I asked, breaking the silence between us. I only wanted to know one thing.
“That is a question” replied the big guy, taking another mouthful of his food.
“What do you want to know?” asked the other man, cutting to the chase. He obviously wasn’t in the mood to play games, and after what had happened between us before, I wasn’t about to get on his bad side. I didn’t want to know what else he was capable of.
“I just...I just wanted to know what your names where, or what I could call you” I stuttered. “I mean, I don’t know who you are, or where I am, or even how long I’ve been here, and I doubt I ever will, but I would at least like to know your names”. The look on both their faces was puzzling; I looked down at my food. Clearly I was being an idiot; it was a stupid idea to request such a thing.
“Out of everything that has happened, that is what you want to know?” asked the big guy, clearly puzzled. I nodded, refusing to lift my eyes. “You’re fucking something else, something else all to-fucking-gether” he breathed, taking another mouthful.
“My friend over there’s name is Bob, and I am Gerard” replied the stranger, it was nice to know I could have a name to think of him by. He said nothing else, indicating the conversation’s end. Something seemed different about him today. I did not take my eyes off my plate, I didn’t know where else to look and my plate seemed like the safest place for my attentions. They both seemed thrown off by my question and Gerard seemed a little annoyed. I found it hard to read him, so I could be way off base.
“Bob, take her back to the room” sighed Gerard. “I have something I need to do”. I heard both their chairs move, scraping against the floor. I stood too, holding my hand out to Bob, ready for him to lead me back to where I came.
He grasped my hand rather firmly, pulling me along with him. He was so much bigger than I, muscular and stronger. He almost pulled me off the ground after him, it was like I was weightless to him.
“I didn’t say drag, I said take” Gerard’s voice spoke firmly. I turned to look at him as I was taken from the room. He was watching as we left. He looked like he was in pain.
Bob didn’t talk to me; he just pushed me into the room and slammed the door shut. I was once again alone, and in the dark. I crawled into the bed and pulled the covers over me. I used them as my protection and let myself fall asleep. Nothing felt the same anymore, I wasn’t scared, I didn’t understand what was coming over me.
******
“Pull your shit together Gerard” said Bob, sitting down opposite him. “Seriously, what the fuck was all that about at dinner?”
“It was nothing” replied Gerard. He always had everything in control, and he wasn’t about to get into an argument over something small and insignificance.
“Nothing my fucking ass, you told her our names, and you’ve been acting fucking weird ever since” snapped Bob. “What the fuck is going on? She’s nothing more than an object to you, so why the fucking emotions?”
“Nothing, she asked a question and I answered” Gerard replied curtly. It was nothing. She was never going to be in a situation where she could give anything away, they both knew that. “I am still completely in control of this Bob”.
“What the fuck?” asked Bob. It was more of a statement than anything else. Things with this one were different, usually she’d be dead by now, or so far out of it she might as well be. Gerard had never kept anyone this long, let alone acted like this before. Usually any of the girls he brought home lasted a day, or maybe two, then they were discarded and forgotten. Of course, this one seemed to be different.
“Look, I don’t fucking question how you do things” snapped Gerard. “I’ll break her yet” he added getting up. “She’s nothing but a weak little girl”.
“I fucking hope so” sighed Bob, flicking on the TV. If Gerard really wanted to break her, he would have done it by now. Something was off, but there was nothing Bob could do about it. Gerard did things his own way, and Bob knew better than to question him, after all, he was in charge. “I’m sick of this shit”. Gerard took a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag. He narrowed his eyes, he took one more drag and stubbed it out on the couch, getting up and stalking out of the room.
Bob knew he had pissed him off, but the man seemed annoyed and angry before he had spoken anyway. It wouldn’t end up being his problem, it would be hers.
******
“Wake the fuck up” spat Gerard, I knew it was him, even in my sleepy daze. I rubbed my eyes, wondering what was going on.
“What?” I asked, sleep clouding my voice. I was having the weirdest dream.
“Don’t fucking question me” he spat, pushing the blankets off me, roughly pushing me out of the bed. I hit the ground with a thud. I didn’t understand what was happening. It was like a switch had flipped. “Get the fuck up” he yelled. I obeyed, standing in front of him. He roughly pushed me against the wall, clawing at my body, ripping the shirt that barely covered me. His hands roughly explore my body, taking it in an inch at a time. My heart was racing, racing so fast I thought it was going to explode out of my chest.
“What are you doing with me?” I stuttered. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them. He didn’t seem like the type you ever questioned.
“Whatever the fuck I want” he spat, slapping me hard across the face. Tears instantly rose in my eyes; I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. “Don’t you fucking question me; you are nothing, a piece of fucking meat to me, and nothing but a useless fucking girl. Nothing more, nothing less”. I bit down on my lip harder as he roughly spread my legs. I closed my eyes, wishing this was not happening. This couldn’t be real, please God don’t let this be real. I heard his pants hit the ground and my heart skipped a beat. Why was this happening now? He seemed so gentle before.
His hand closed over my throat, pressing me into the wall. I balled my hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms. I didn’t want to feel this. I didn’t want this to happen.
With one thrust of his hips pain surged through my body, I let out a little gasp of pain. It was a mistake to show anything, he tightened his grip around my throat, harshly slamming his hips into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my nails dug into my palms.
It was over as quickly as it began. He left without a word, slamming the door. As soon as the room was dark once more, I slid down the cold wall, pulling my legs to my chest and sobbed. Why was this happening to me? I couldn’t comprehend anything. Maybe I was really just a pathetic, useless girl, worth nothing to anyone.
*******
“Hey Mikes” whispered Gerard, sitting down near his brother. His head was so cloudy, the only place he actually felt like he was himself, or in control was when he was with his brother. Mikey just stared at him. He didn’t say a word. He never said much these days. Gerard just sighed.
“Bob asked about you” he continued, not wanting to fall into silence with his own brother. “I guess he’s a bit worried”. He wouldn’t admit that he was worried. The whole situation was a fucking nightmare.
“Bob never worries” replied Mikey, taking Gerard’s hand. Gerard squeezed his hand. At least today was better than yesterday.
Author's Note:
Thanks for all the great reviews guys. Hope you enjoy it so far. :)
I have a few more stories floating around in my head, so expect more soon. Not to mention another update from this one. :)
-xo
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