Bound by Fear

Why.

          I woke up opening my eyes slowly, I groggily tried to rub my eyes but they were tied to a chair. I vaguely remember waking up in the same uncomfortable chair, but I thought that was a dream. Was it not?

                     "Good morning darling you're finally awake," Jesse said walking into my view. I smiled at him but he just frowned looking down at his hand.

 Oh god, I started to panic pulling at the ropes holding me to the chair. 

"Please, please don't", I started to cry as he held the sharp knife against my bare thigh.

 It wasn't a huge long knife it was more like a switchblade maybe even a balisong. 

 "I'm sorry baby I told you, you would be punished if you disobeyed me," he said wiping my tears. 

"Please don't do it Jesse please," I begged sobbing. He looked me in the eyes it almost looked like he was sorry. I just stared at him tears streaming down my face. I felt dizzy at the thought of what he was about to do to me. 

       "Look me in the eyes princess," he said tilting my head up to look at him while he slid the knife across my left thigh.

 I screamed feeling the warm blood drip down my leg, it felt like fire on the inside of my skin. I tried to look down at the wound caused by this sadistic motherfucker. 

"Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart," he said dragging the knife along my thigh with greater pressure than before. I cried out in pain thrashing my body trying to get loose. 

"Shh shh calm down, it's almost over" he cooed pushing the knife back onto my thigh ripping open a deep long gash against my burning, bloody thigh. I screamed so hard it made my head spin or was it the blood loss I don't even know at this point. 

I would never be in this situation if I just listened to myself. I feel like such a dumbass. This is my fault.

                       He put the knife against my right thigh slashing another gash across my untouched leg. My throat hurt like a bitch from screaming, all I could do was whimper in pain crying and pulling at the restraints. I was crying so hard I could barely see.

 "Your almost done baby just breathe," he said, I was so dizzy I just laid my head back against the chair hyperventilating.

 "You look adorable all helpless like that," he smiled.

 "Please don't," I said breathlessly. 

"I'm sorry" his smile fading ripping into my thigh one last time. 

This one hurt 10x worse than the others. I would have fallen out of the chair if I wasn't strapped to it.

 "It's over your okay I'm done," he said dropping the knife onto the floor. 

I look down at my mutilated thighs. Oh god. I could see the bone on the inside of the cuts. I couldn't tell if I wanted to throw up or scream just looking at it made me feel woozy. I fought to keep myself from throwing up. I've never seen a cut so deep.

 Blood was pouring out onto the floor creating a puddle. I must be in shock I should be rolling on the floor screaming... If I wasn't tied to a chair. The only thing I could think was holy shit I'm gonna die.