Hana
Michael tried to be nice to me after he beat me with his belt. I could barely move with how depressed I was. I would watch Michael read and then I would fall asleep. I watched as he ate, watched TV, worked out, and all I could do was lay on my stomach and watch him before I fell asleep again. I couldn’t eat. I woke up to him fucking me and I would just lay there until he turned me on my back, used the wand or his fingers to stimulate my clit to make me come, and then came inside of me. He would always prop my hips up to keep his cum inside of me.
I gave up any hope of seeing Jack again. He would have found me by now. It had to have been at least a week since Michael took me. I wondered what Jack was doing. Would he move on without me? Did he kill himself because I wasn’t there? I wanted to join him. I needed to see him again, whether it be in hell or not.
I started fantasizing more and more about death. When Michael fucked me, I prayed he’d hurt me so bad that it would kill me. Ever since he beat me with his belt, he wasn’t the same. I wasn’t the same. All he cared about was fucking me, holding me captive, getting me pregnant, and making me “his.” I felt disconnected from my body. I could see myself from above, lying in bed, Michael digging his nails into my flesh as he fucked me. The sight of him only repulsed me now. How could someone so beautiful be so evil? My body would betray me daily, my pussy wet for him even when I could barely move. He was right when he said I crumbled under his touch. My body never failed to respond to him. I hated myself more and more.
I opened my eyes to the sunlight shining through the small window, my hands and feet no longer bound. Michael took my hands and lifted me, making me sit up on the bed. He had a dress in his hand—a white summer dress. He put it over my head, and I lifted my arms, looking down at my clothed body. My bones felt weak. I didn’t know if I could walk—I could barely sit up. I guessed that was the result of me refusing to eat.
Michael lifted me in his arms, holding me against his chest with my legs dangling over his arm. He sat me down on the toilet and brushed my teeth as he did daily—he did take care of me in that way, making sure I was clean. But it was different this time. He was clothed too, in jeans and a T-shirt, and he had trimmed his growing beard so it was now only a stubble. I felt an ache in my chest as I watched him in front of me. Why couldn’t things have been different? Why did he have to end up being a terrible monster? He brushed my hair, put some flats on me, and then helped me stand.
We slowly walked up the stairs and into the house I had wondered so much about. It was a beautiful house with perfect natural light shining through, a grand staircase and beautiful hardwood floors. But there was no furniture—it was empty. Michael didn’t bother to give me a tour, he just led me outside, the bright light blinding me as he held tightly onto my hand. My legs felt wobbly as I found my footing. I heard the sounds of nature all around and felt the sticky heat on my skin as if it had rained earlier. As my eyes adjusted, all I could see was the big house we just came out of and literally nothing else around except for trees and wild grass. There was a dirt road that led to the house with no paved road in sight. I didn’t bother to ask where we were as he opened an SUV door for me. Where did that come from? He helped me in the car and then quickly went to the driver’s seat. Michael can drive? As he started the car, I began to feel something again. Fear? Hope?
“Where are we going?” I asked quietly, holding onto my seatbelt that felt like it was digging into my clavicle.
I looked over at Michael, and he said nothing; he kept his gaze forward as he sped down the dirt road with his jaw clenched. I looked back at the road and felt nauseous, the bumps making it hard to keep still in my seat.
“We’re finding another house. We can’t stay in one place too long. You’re lucky I didn’t chloroform you again,” he said bitterly, as if I had just asked him something offensive.
I shook my head, not bothering to look at him as I watched the road.
I was never going to get out of this. Now is the time. It’s the perfect opportunity. We finally pulled onto a paved, two-lane highway with more trees lining each side. It was quiet for too long, and I laid my head against the window, pretending to sleep but keeping my eyes slightly open. He won’t expect it this way. I finally saw a car approaching from the other way. I didn’t know if I had enough physical strength, but I was going to fucking try with all my might. I didn’t even have time to second guess myself. The car was about to pass as I quickly shot my head up from the window, took a hold of the wheel, turned it toward the other side of the road, and waited for this nightmare to finally end.