Chapter 14
SABLE
When my eyes open, I know enough time has passed, but I have no clue how much.
I don’t think I fell asleep after what he did to my chest, but rather passed out from the blood loss and exhaustion.
The hand holding the shoe never relaxed, and my knuckles stretched white around my only lifeline.
It’s not going to be enough. I admit to myself as my arms shake, and my muscles promise to fail.
From my desperation, a simple plan forms. He’s made what he wants from me very clear, and men are weak when their pants are down.
He’ll be back soon if he isn’t already here and just being quiet.
My feet are unsteady as I walk back to the bathroom.
He left me makeup when he first dropped me off, but I’ve refused to wear it.
The seals crinkle loudly enough to raise the hair on my arms as I remove them.
My eyes are red and swollen, my lips too.
The deep cuts on my chest are yellow and crusted, likely already getting infected.
That should be fine for this plan. I’m sure he’s proud of his handiwork.
Soft, quiet sobs shake my chest as I paint myself, preparing emotionally to be convincing.
I imagine myself kicking him in the balls, gouging out his eyes, and breaking his nose—whatever it takes to get myself the hell out of here before he actually rapes me.
Flashes of the vacations we spent here pass through my mind.
Usually, thoughts of the past just hurt, but right now, I’m soothed by my memories.
This terrain is mine, not his, and if one of us is going to get over on the other out here, his chances are a lot worse than mine.
I still don’t understand how he even found the address.
My mother was always very careful with who she allowed in, always reminding us that this was our haven.
My father never came here with us, and now that I think of it, I’m not sure he ever had.
Uncle Carl wasn’t close enough to be invited.
These thoughts and many more run through my head as I paint my face to convince my uncle I’m his willing whore.
When I finish, I change into a dress that isn’t bloodstained, and while it doesn’t fit, he’s already carved what he thinks of me into my chest, so my tits hanging out shouldn’t upset him.
A bang from downstairs tells me Carl is back.
Grabbing my shoe, I run back to the bed.
I sit on top of my hand, the heel digging into my soft flesh.
The pain means nothing, though, if I can get out of this.
If I thought he’d come quickly and let me off the hook, I was wrong.
So much time passes as I wait that my head eventually relaxes against the headboard.
The sun sets between the gaps in the wooden planks nailed over my windows.
My unwavering stare pins the door. Silent tears run down my cheeks, but I shove them away.
His voice moves around the house too often to guess what he’s doing.
Each time he seems near, I shake with anticipation.
A series of bangs tells me he’s nailing something else shut.
My trembling grip on the shoes tightens, and I jump each time the hammer lands.
Even if I lose him in the woods, will I manage to make it to safety before succumbing to the elements?
My survival is not guaranteed, but there’s no point in thinking about that now.
I would rather die cold out there than here with him in agony.
Shaking myself off, I decide to keep loyal to my plan. I have to at least try.
The sun falls to dusk, and he still hasn’t come.
The moon rises until it’s high in the sky, and I’m starting to doubt my ability to find my way at night when he approaches.
Goddamn him for complicating this even further.
This time, he doesn’t turn around. His determined steps echo toward me.
The knob slowly turns, and my eyes whip to the motion.
He’s made what he wants very clear, and now I just have to pull off the very best acting of my life.
My body shifts, instinctively posing myself in the most alluring manner.
This may be vomit-inducing, but arching my back just right catches him off guard.
My legs slide apart, hopefully revealing nothing more than my panties, but excitement and evil light his gaze as his eyes find me there.
I say nothing, sure that my voice would break the illusion.
Rather than my uncle standing there, I try to see one of the guys I left behind and exude the appeal I might have for one of them.
He approaches me quickly, his eyes wide with a nasty sort of hope.
“You learned your lesson last time, I see.” There’s no question in his statement, but his smile slides into a sort of pride.
I nod, again not trusting my ability to blow my cover. He hasn’t noticed the shoe beneath me, but my arm is starting to go numb from being beneath me.
He stands at the edge of the bed, eyes roving over me like he can’t get enough of what he sees. “You fixed yourself up for me.” He reaches out, touching the overly pink lipstick he chose for me. All girly colors, all things I might have chosen as a teen. The choice doesn’t escape my notice.
I nod again, but that’s not enough for him. He reaches out and grabs my chin. “Speak,” he commands like I’m his dog. “Say it.”
“I changed my mind, Uncle Carl.” My heart nearly hammers through my chest as I’m sure he’s about to reveal the shoe I’m sitting on, but he doesn’t.
“That’s good. That’s very good, Sable.”
He licks his lips, like he can’t decide what to do first, but he lets go of me.
His hands drop to his pants. First, he opens his belt.
His hands move sloppily with excitement, and my fear reaches an overwhelming crescendo.
He pulls them down to his knees, which can only help me.
It’s hard to run with your pants down. As he moves the waistband on his underwear and reaches for his cock, I make my move.
My knee swings, striking him in the balls. Despite all the force I put behind it, his hands are in the way, gripping his dick. The hit doesn’t land quite right. “Fuck, ow, goddammit!” he screams, but he’s not winded or about to cry.
Fuck, I silently echo. I try again, but it’s too late.
Uncle Carl shoves my leg away before it touches him.
Violent eyes narrow, retribution flashing behind them.
He moves instantly, a hand closing around my neck.
With his grip tight, he forces me flat against the bed.
His body slides over mine, his sickening weight pinning me down.
I breathe for only a second as he gets into place, and then he tightens his grip until there’s nothing.
“What do you think you’re doing, stupid bitch?” Uncle Carl snarls.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He doesn’t expect me to reply, not when he can feel me suffocating beneath his hands, but I think it’s clear to both of us I’ve failed.
My vision blurs around the edges, but I won’t go down without a fight.
My legs twitch beneath his weight, but I can swing the arm with the shoe.
He presses me further into the mattress, hard cock digging into my soft belly.
Bile rises at his excitement. The heel is still tight in my hand, but with him on top of me now, it’s behind his back.
“Kick me in the balls and what?” he asks me. Our bodies are so close now. He lets me breathe, and his breath fills my nostrils.
“Hurt you,” I answer, and his hand tightens even harder than before.
“How did you turn out to be so fucking stupid?” The words are nothing compared to the feeling of his hips bucking forward, searching for friction.
His cock is hot against my leg. He lowers his head as his fingers try to get hold of my underwear. He peppers wet kisses along my cheek and neck. Eyes blurry from the tears, I search for my best move. I only have one chance left, and I need to take it before he’s inside me.
“This is the beginning of the rest of our lives,” Uncle Carl says, dick in hand.