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she
screamed. Her screams seemed to excite him. The more she wailed, the harder at
her he went. At the pinnacle of her screaming, the moments just before her
voice cracked and went hoarse, he was thrusting at her so hard, it seemed as
though he were trying to go through her and penetrate the floor. My girlie
parts ached just watching. I couldn’t even imagine the pain she was
experiencing. I hoped like hell I’d never find out.
When he
was finished, he was panting uncontrollably as sweat rolled down his face and
fell from his chin. He slowly got back to his knees. As he put himself away and
fastened his slacks, I saw the blood on his manhood. He stood and spit on her before
walking back to the stairs. I thought he was leaving, but instead, he turned
and sat on the bottom step, facing me from only a few feet away.
I trembled
as I watched him run his hands through his hair and take deep breaths to calm
his breathing. I shuddered when I noticed the torn pants and his bleeding knees
inside. In his frenzy, he hadn’t even felt his own wounds. Or maybe he had.
Maybe he was one of those people that got off on pain.
He smiled
at me. After what he’d just done to her, he was able to smile at me. Unbelievable.
“It
wouldn’t be that way with you, you know.”
My mouth
had gone dry. After swallowing a couple of times and working up some saliva, I
was able to say, “Then why is it that way with her?”
“I’ve told
you,” he said, clearly irritated at having to repeat himself to me. “I never liked her. She isn’t good company. All she cares about is herself . She’s not like you.”
I wanted to
ask him what was so damn special about me, but I knew enough not to. All he
ever said was I was good company, and I made good conversation. He liked me. He
liked my personality, my attitude. I decided to leave it alone and just be
happy that there was something about me he liked. Maybe his liking me would be
my salvation. Surely, it would at the very least save me from the fate that had
befallen Stephanie.
Chapter
11
Ron left
me naked in the basement. Normally, he allowed me to wear my panties. Not this
time. He had taken everything. I still tried to look on the bright side. At
least I wasn’t tethered to the floor and spread apart the way Stephanie was. I
could pull my knees up to my chest and cover myself somewhat. So at least there
was that.
I tried to
talk to Stephanie. After many times of saying her name, she finally turned her
head slowly toward me. In her eyes, I saw nothing. Whether they were empty
because she’d given up or because he’d stripped her of everything that made her
a person, they were empty.
I asked
her if she was okay, but she said nothing. A few minutes later, she closed her
eyes.
The
temperature in the basement was cool. With no clothes and no blanket, I did the
best I could to stay warm. I curled up in the fetal position and eventually
fell into a restless sleep.
Throughout
my life, I’d occasionally had nightmares. Usually, I was being chased by a man
trying to kill me. Sometimes, he stabbed or shot me, and I always woke right
before I died. This time, when I woke, the nightmare that haunted my sleep was
nothing compared to the nightmare taking place only a few feet from me.
I slowly
rolled over, every muscle in my body aching. Blinking rapidly to clear my
vision, I focused on Stephanie and what was happening to her. I wished I’d
stayed asleep.
Ron was beating
her with a fireplace poker. Over and over, he raised the poker and brought it
down with a thud against Stephanie’s frail body. But that wasn’t the scary
part. The scary part of the scene was the lack of movement coming from
Stephanie.
I watched
carefully but saw no signs of life. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t yell or
scream. She did nothing. She was dead. She had to be.
After many
more blows to her lifeless body, Ron stopped. He threw his head up toward the
ceiling. I could see his back and shoulders heaving as he
screamed. Her screams seemed to excite him. The more she wailed, the harder at
her he went. At the pinnacle of her screaming, the moments just before her
voice cracked and went hoarse, he was thrusting at her so hard, it seemed as
though he were trying to go through her and penetrate the floor. My girlie
parts ached just watching. I couldn’t even imagine the pain she was
experiencing. I hoped like hell I’d never find out.
When he
was finished, he was panting uncontrollably as sweat rolled down his face and
fell from his chin. He slowly got back to his knees. As he put himself away and
fastened his slacks, I saw the blood on his manhood. He stood and spit on her before
walking back to the stairs. I thought he was leaving, but instead, he turned
and sat on the bottom step, facing me from only a few feet away.
I trembled
as I watched him run his hands through his hair and take deep breaths to calm
his breathing. I shuddered when I noticed the torn pants and his bleeding knees
inside. In his frenzy, he hadn’t even felt his own wounds. Or maybe he had.
Maybe he was one of those people that got off on pain.
He smiled
at me. After what he’d just done to her, he was able to smile at me. Unbelievable.
“It
wouldn’t be that way with you, you know.”
My mouth
had gone dry. After swallowing a couple of times and working up some saliva, I
was able to say, “Then why is it that way with her?”
“I’ve told
you,” he said, clearly irritated at having to repeat himself to me. “I never liked her. She isn’t good company. All she cares about is herself . She’s not like you.”
I wanted to
ask him what was so damn special about me, but I knew enough not to. All he
ever said was I was good company, and I made good conversation. He liked me. He
liked my personality, my attitude. I decided to leave it alone and just be
happy that there was something about me he liked. Maybe his liking me would be
my salvation. Surely, it would at the very least save me from the fate that had
befallen Stephanie.
Chapter
11
Ron left
me naked in the basement. Normally, he allowed me to wear my panties. Not this
time. He had taken everything. I still tried to look on the bright side. At
least I wasn’t tethered to the floor and spread apart the way Stephanie was. I
could pull my knees up to my chest and cover myself somewhat. So at least there
was that.
I tried to
talk to Stephanie. After many times of saying her name, she finally turned her
head slowly toward me. In her eyes, I saw nothing. Whether they were empty
because she’d given up or because he’d stripped her of everything that made her
a person, they were empty.
I asked
her if she was okay, but she said nothing. A few minutes later, she closed her
eyes.
The
temperature in the basement was cool. With no clothes and no blanket, I did the
best I could to stay warm. I curled up in the fetal position and eventually
fell into a restless sleep.
Throughout
my life, I’d occasionally had nightmares. Usually, I was being chased by a man
trying to kill me. Sometimes, he stabbed or shot me, and I always woke right
before I died. This time, when I woke, the nightmare that haunted my sleep was
nothing compared to the nightmare taking place only a few feet from me.
I slowly
rolled over, every muscle in my body aching. Blinking rapidly to clear my
vision, I focused on Stephanie and what was happening to her. I wished I’d
stayed asleep.
Ron was beating
her with a fireplace poker. Over and over, he raised the poker and brought it
down with a thud against Stephanie’s frail body. But that wasn’t the scary
part. The scary part of the scene was the lack of movement coming from
Stephanie.
I watched
carefully but saw no signs of life. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t yell or
scream. She did nothing. She was dead. She had to be.
After many
more blows to her lifeless body, Ron stopped. He threw his head up toward the
ceiling. I could see his back and shoulders heaving as he
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