The Secret

Chapter 1

It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I didn't remember. My mind keeps going and coming back. I don't feel right. My head is spinning. Am I going to throw up? Yep. I face the floor as my stomach empties itself. I lean my head back against the hard cold wall. I slide down until I am sitting on the floor. My head on my knees. Just when I was about to shut my eyes, I saw a light. I looked up, slowly. As my head moved upward I gasped. Someone was standing in the light. A mask hid his face. His eyes were dark. Grey. His mask was of a baby's face. As I started to scream, he jolted forward and clasped his hand over my mouth. His hand was pale and cold. The touch was menacing. My chest felt heavy. My heart beating fast. Before I could blink I had tape on my mouth. I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. But it was pointless. The duct tape muffled my screams. I tried kicking him but as my leg went out, he roughly grabbed my leg and held it in place. My mind was racing with thoughts on how to free myself.

I couldn't think of much. Every time I would attempt to land a punch or a kick he would just grab my leg. I was getting tired. But I couldn't. I thought about my beautiful mother. How strong she is. I channelled that strength and as I was about to use all of my force. A knife was in my view. In his hand. I stopped dead in my tracks. I closed my eyes. This is a dream. This is a dream. It's ok, everything is ok.

"You try and break free, I slice" a deep and cracking voice spoke. "Do you understand?"

I didn't move.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He shouted right into my face, while the knife was rested on my cheek. I could feel his breath on my face.

I gave him a slight nod.

He moved away from my face. He reached down to his pants and started to unzip them. My eyes widened. No. No, no, no, no. I shook my head violently.

"Do not move," he demanded slowly staring into my eyes.

He took off his pants and he was left with just his boxers. He came closer to me, his hand moving up my thigh. Slowly. I looked away, trying to steady my breath.

"Look at me," he grunted.

I obeyed his demand. Just like a dog. His hand kept caressing my thigh. His hand moved upwards resting on my private area where no one has ever touched before. He brought out the knife and started to cut my clothes, ripping them off my body until I was fully bare. My eyes were filled with tears. I was refusing to let them escape. Suddenly, I felt a sharp stab at my opening. My gut wrenched. The baby-face staring at me as he thrust.

I kept my eyes shut. The pain becoming too unbearable. He rolled me over and I face planted in my own vomit. As I tasted what left my stomach earlier, I again threw up while he was pounding me.

"You dirty, dirty whore," he said heavily. "No one will love you now. Never. You are disgusting and used."

He grasped my hair and pulled at it. My head bent backwards. The pain, too much pain. I felt knives at my core. My neck bending, threatening to snap. My eyes felt heavy, my head dizzy. I felt a single tear slide down my cheek before everything went dark.

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