(Fair warning that this chapter contains abuse and rape please be advised when reading. Will let you know when it happens and when it finishes. ----- this is used to tell when it starts and finishes)
It had been a week and a few days since that night. Since then, most of my bruises had healed and only a few of the larger ones remain, my newer cuts on my back had turned into scars that still needed more time to heal, the cut along my hairline has healed and turned into a small scar that is barely noticeable. My appetite has gotten bigger as they have been feeding me ridiculous amounts of food every day.
Hawk and I have been talking but he hasn’t asked anymore more about the night that he found me which has me wondering if he has already looked into it or if he is waiting for me to start talking.
Today I’m just sitting in the room I had been given while I have been staying here just wondering how to start off the conversation about how I wound up with Him, when Hawk walks into the room and comes and sits next to me on the bed.
“I was wondering if we could have a little talk about how you ended up in that situation.”
“I was just thinking about to approach you with this.” I replied, giving him a small smile.
“Let’s go to Jeremey’s office, he needs to hear this as well in case we need to take action against him.” He said while standing up and giving me his hand.
We are at his office and enter the room where we see Jeremey and Kate sitting at his desk. Kate and I have gotten close over the last week while I have been resting.
“Please take a seat guys.” Jeremey says while gesturing to the seats in front of his desk. Hawk and I take a seat while I prepare myself to tell them of how he got his hands on me.
Kate must have noticed a look on my face as I sat down because she made it known to everyone in the room.
“Hey, Bailey, everything is going to be okay. We won’t judge you with what you are about to tell us.”
“I know it’s just that I made a mistake before this all happened and now it’s coming back to bite me in the ass.
(Roughly two and a half years ago)
It was like any other day, I was on my way home after work when I ran into someone. I felt like an idiot cause I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. Before I hit the ground the person I ran into grabbed my arm and pulled me to them to stop my face plant to the ground.
I looked up to the mystery person and I was entranced by his eyes, I just didn’t know what trouble lied behind them.
For the first few months everything was great, we became friends then something had shifted between us and we became more than friends, he bought me gifts and spoilt me a lot even though I had told him countless of times that I didn’t want anything because with everything he bought I felt like I had to give him something back and I didn’t have anything to give him. I was only a waitress earning only enough to put food on the table, keep a roof over my head and have money for bills with a little bit left over which I put to savings. But the money didn’t matter to me because I loved my job.
His only response to the argument I gave was that he didn’t need me to give him anything. Yet when he said that he made it sound like he was going to collect it all later.
We had been together for about a year now when he made me move in with him, saying that he made enough money to also provide for me and that I didn’t need to keep my shitty apartment. I told him no and that I liked being independent and providing for myself, having been doing it for years now. For the first time ever he slapped me. The look in his eyes when he did it made me afraid of what he was capable of. Because in all our time together, even when we were friends he had never hit me before and I was wondering why now and why he had done it at all.
He apologised straight away saying how sorry he was and how he had never meant to hit me he was just overcome by anger at my arguing that he snapped. I told him that it was okay just too please never do it again. Fuck. That was my first mistake of many, forgiving him that day when I should have just walked out and left.
That was when it all started, the next few times when he hit me it would only be a few slaps here and there but when I tried to leave him, he got so mad and angry. He kept shouting that I wasn’t allowed to leave him, that I wouldn’t be going anywhere else and that I had to stay here with him. He beat until I lost consciousness.
I had woken up sometime later laying on what I believed to be the basement floor. I was never allowed down here so I didn’t know what it looked like. I tried moving my arms and legs but found them tied. My neck had something cool clamped around it. I could easily turn my head to either side. But when I tried moving my body forward I was lurched back into the wall by my neck. What the hell it happening to me is the thought running through my head at the present moment.
I tried turning my head to see if I could make something out, when the light got turned on. It blinded me for a few seconds but when I could see clearly that’s when I saw him and where I was.
It was some sort of torture room with knives, chains, ropes and a variety of whips were hung up along one side of the room. One the other side of the room hung hand cuffs, spreader bars, and leashes of different lengths, collars and many other things. After my quick look around the room I connected my eyes to his and saw something I never wanted to see again. The look he had deadly, like the life that they had before was drained out and replaced it with this psychopathic look. It was no that I realised that I guy I once knew was never there he was just a front for the person standing in front of me. The fucking devil reincarnated.
“I see that you are finally awake. Welcome to your new room. Do you like it? I really hope you do because it is where you will be staying for the rest of your miserable life with me. The only time you are allowed out is to shower, go bathroom, cook me dinner and to eat. Other than that you will be staying in hear wondering what will happen to you next.”
With that he laughed an evil laugh and left the room.
End of flashback
“Every day I had gotten a beating some for something I had done during the day and others because something had happened at work I think and he needed someone to take his anger out on, that person being me. I remember one night I will never forget, I had screwed up something with dinner and he was already in a bad mood and me doing that had just made it worse. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the basement, throwing me down the stairs while he walked down them. He picked me up again and through me on bed, face down cuffing my hands and legs to the bed. He walked away and when he came back, there was no warning as a whip struck my back, I was forced to count each hit he gave, and that night it was 50. I had tears streaming down my face, screaming with each hit and cut made. When he finished with the whip he through it onto the ground, grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me up so my arms were stretched and I was on my knees.
“I heard his zipper go down and then his pants hit the floor. He roughly shoved himself into me, thrusting hard and fast, this went on for a while until he finally reached his climax and he pulled himself out of me and released himself all over my back. He picked up his pants and left only to come back moments later with a bucket of ice cold water which he chucked over my back to wash away the blood and his cum. He through the bucket on the ground and left the room slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. Leaving me laying there stilled cuff and bleeding from the whip and the rape.”
I felt like crying, I was afraid of everyone’s reactions to my story. But I held in my emotions wanting to see theirs first.
I looked up at everyone then and saw tears streaming down Kate’s face as she cried into Jeremey’s shoulder, while he looked at me with different emotions flickering through his eyes never stopping on one.
Finally I looked at Hawk, he had a pained expression on his face and an emotion that I couldn’t figure out etched into his eyes. Without warning Hawk picked me up bridal style and walked me back to the room I’m staying in. He placed me on the bed while he shut the door, took off his cut, boots and laid down on the bed pulling me along with him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and waist and held me to him. That was when I let it all out and cried. I cried so much that I cried myself to sleep in his arms.