Chapter 27
Melody
Ijust want to die and be done with all of this. A part of me wishes each time he comes for me that he will just end me instead of continuing to inflict these monstrosities on me. I have nothing more to give. I’ve been used and abused, and there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
I shiver sitting in this dark room. I haven’t eaten or drank anything since I was brought here. I feel so weak. I know I can only go so long without any water. I have become numb to the hunger pangs, however, my thirst for water is all consuming.
He came for me earlier today. He made me dance while he jerked himself off. If I didn’t dance or I stopped, I was whipped. I have so many lashes on my back that I lost count. At first, I tried not to scream, tried not to give him the satisfaction, but it only lasted a few minutes. By the time the skin on my back split, I was screaming in pain with every slash of the whip. I danced as my blood dripped down my legs and splattered the concrete floor.
Afterwards, he put some sort of salve on my back and secured me in my chains back in the dark room. The fact that he even attended to my wounds tells me he plans on keeping me around for a while. At this point, I just pray that I will eventually die of dehydration. Death would be so much kinder than this hell I’m being forced to endure.
It’s been hours since then and my back is on fire. I can’t move without experiencing agonizing pain. While I try to move into a more comfortable position, which is near impossible, I hear his footsteps returning.
The key slides into the lock and I hear the door open. I close my eyes against the brightness as he turns on the overhead lights. My entire body is trembling with fear. When I don’t hear any movement, I slowly lift my head and open my eyes to a mere squint. He has his mask on like usual, but this time instead of a knife or a whip, he’s holding a glass of water.
“Would you like some water, my sweet Melody,” he asks, his voice altered by some sort of device. Although I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of saying yes, I nod my head. I hate to think what he would do to me if I disappointed him by saying no.
He walks over and holds out the glass of water. Just as I’m about to grab it, he pulls it out of my reach. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Where are your manners, Melody? You didn’t say please.”
My eyes widen in fear as I hurriedly get out a “please” to placate him. Satisfied, he hands me the water and I greedily start gulping it down, water spilling down my chin and onto my chest. Once I’m done, I hold the glass back out to him, averting my eyes to the ground.
Faster than I can blink he’s slapping the glass out of my hand, and it shatters in front of me. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me to a standing position. My teeth clench with the pain, and I feel the wounds on my back stretching open again. Tears are spilling down my face.
“What did I say about manners, Melody? You can’t even say thank you,” he roars in my face.
“I-I-I’m s-sorry,” I stutter out a reply through my tears. His grasp on my hair feels like he’s ripping out all of my hair from my head. “Th-thank you.”
“It’s a little too late for that now, Melody. I’m going to have to teach you the manners you so desperately need.”
Terrified for what he has in store, I try to fight out of his grasp, my body going into survival mode. I manage to escape his hands, but there’s nowhere for me to go; I’m still chained to the floor.
Trying to get as far away from him as possible, I back myself into the corner of the room, adrenaline rushing through my body.
He stalks towards me and grabs me by the arm. “Fuck you, Melody. You should be grateful for everything I do for you. I tend to your wounds and bring you water, and this is the treatment I get?” He is certifiably insane… He thinks he’s doing me favors? I wouldn’t have all these wounds on my body if it weren’t for him. I know something is coming but I have no idea what.
Before I can even blink, he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the wall. I have flashbacks to the night of my attack, and I fight with desperation. He fumbles with his belt and I attempt to hit and kick him wherever I can. Anything to stop what I know is coming.
In my feeble attempt to fight him off, my nails bite into his skin, and I’m struggling to hold him off. His grip tightens on my neck and my vision starts to darken around the edges. No, no, not this again. Please god, no. I’m sobbing but desperately trying to fight him off. It won’t be enough though. It wasn’t enough the first time, and it won’t be enough now. He undoes his belt and the zipper of his jeans. Grabbing his dick he attempts to line up with my entrance, but I’m twisting and turning, hoping to god I can avoid him. In one last desperate attempt to get him to stop, I rip his mask right off his face.
He’s staring at me in shock at first, but his face slowly distorts into anger.
“You stupid little bitch…” He punches me in the face and I hear the snap in my nose, followed by blood trickling into my mouth. My head snaps back and hits the concrete wall. I’m seeing stars as my body slumps to the ground.
“Surprised to see me, Melody?”
All I can do is look up at him with disgust in my eyes. I would have never expected it to be him. I wouldn’t have even imagined he was capable of doing the things he’s done to me.
The shock is finally catching up with my body, all of the energy completely drained from my very soul.
Once again, my vision darkens until there is nothing more.