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Authors: Whitney Cannavina
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going to pop it back in place. Ok?”
“NO! Don’t. Just take me to a hospital. They’ll fix it.”
“Sorry beautiful but that’s not going to happen. Besides, I’ve done this before.” As he readies himself to force my shoulder back in place, he moves me around until he has me in the upright position and then pulls. It burns and hurts more than any pain I’ve ever felt. Between my broken noses, this is a close second. But even after he pops my shoulder into place the pain doesn’t go away just lessens. It turns into a deep throb and burn and I feel as if my arm is filled with lead it’s so heavy. I can’t move but I don’t want to right now. Mr. Morris says something to me about getting towels and water to clean me up but I only half listen.
When Mr. Morris returns, he has a small bucket of water and several rags with him. He takes a seat next to me and dips the rag into the water and starts cleaning me of the blood that flowed from my nose. He takes off his shirt before ripping my blood soaked top from me and replacing it with his.
“Much better. I think you look amazing in my shirt. So sexy.” I don’t say anything. I don’t even look at him. I just want him to leave me alone now. It’s disgusting that he looks at me with desire. “Now. Back to what happened. Why would you do that? That was very mean. You hurt me and then you made me hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you but you can’t go trying to escape and expect not to have consequences. Now your shoulder is going to be sore and so is your nose.” He grabs my chin and forcefully turns me to face him so he can look at my nose. He traces my cheek with his finger causing me to try and pull away. His look turns from desire to fury at my refusal. I close my eyes to ward of the bile that is trying to make its way up my throat and when I do Mr. Miller takes that moment and straightens my nose making me scream out in pain and jerk back. I must have jerked back harder than he thought I would because I slammed my head into the ground and passed out. When I woke he was gone and the room was clean of any evidence of what happened. My head hurt and when I went to touch it there was a bump on the back that was tender to the touch.
Day 3 of my abduction.
I waited all day again without seeing or hearing anybody walking the halls. I spent the whole day screaming and hitting the door hoping someone would hear me knowing that there would be none. While I did this I also planned. I planned to escape. Again. But this time I hoped it would work. I may be in pain but I’d be willing to push through that pain if it means my escape. I have been hitting the door with my good arm while I let my other arm rest for when I need it to escape. When I finally hear the footsteps of Mr. Morris coming I wait by the door but where I know he will see me once he opens it. I will try to make him think that I won’t try anything. Hopefully that will make him drop his guard. I hear the lock turn and the door slowly open. When he sees me he smiles showing his beautiful straight teeth.
“Oh good. You’re not going to try and attack me again.” I notice for the first time that his lip is cut and he has a bruise on the side of his face. Good for me. I didn’t think I did much damage and that’s not much but I’m still happy that it’s something.
“Yeah. Kind of hard to plan an escape with a limp arm.” I shrug and give a small smile. Hopefully that will make him think that I’m not going to do anything.
“Well I’m glad you had a change of heart. I knew you would change your mind eventually.” I step back some to give him room to come in and just before he closes the door I grab his arm and pull him to me making him think I want him close which causes him to give me an even bigger smile. I try not to show my disgust and the trembling of my hands as I shove him against the wall. His eyes bulge and he stiffens as if he thought I was going to hurt him before relaxing
“NO! Don’t. Just take me to a hospital. They’ll fix it.”
“Sorry beautiful but that’s not going to happen. Besides, I’ve done this before.” As he readies himself to force my shoulder back in place, he moves me around until he has me in the upright position and then pulls. It burns and hurts more than any pain I’ve ever felt. Between my broken noses, this is a close second. But even after he pops my shoulder into place the pain doesn’t go away just lessens. It turns into a deep throb and burn and I feel as if my arm is filled with lead it’s so heavy. I can’t move but I don’t want to right now. Mr. Morris says something to me about getting towels and water to clean me up but I only half listen.
When Mr. Morris returns, he has a small bucket of water and several rags with him. He takes a seat next to me and dips the rag into the water and starts cleaning me of the blood that flowed from my nose. He takes off his shirt before ripping my blood soaked top from me and replacing it with his.
“Much better. I think you look amazing in my shirt. So sexy.” I don’t say anything. I don’t even look at him. I just want him to leave me alone now. It’s disgusting that he looks at me with desire. “Now. Back to what happened. Why would you do that? That was very mean. You hurt me and then you made me hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you but you can’t go trying to escape and expect not to have consequences. Now your shoulder is going to be sore and so is your nose.” He grabs my chin and forcefully turns me to face him so he can look at my nose. He traces my cheek with his finger causing me to try and pull away. His look turns from desire to fury at my refusal. I close my eyes to ward of the bile that is trying to make its way up my throat and when I do Mr. Miller takes that moment and straightens my nose making me scream out in pain and jerk back. I must have jerked back harder than he thought I would because I slammed my head into the ground and passed out. When I woke he was gone and the room was clean of any evidence of what happened. My head hurt and when I went to touch it there was a bump on the back that was tender to the touch.
Day 3 of my abduction.
I waited all day again without seeing or hearing anybody walking the halls. I spent the whole day screaming and hitting the door hoping someone would hear me knowing that there would be none. While I did this I also planned. I planned to escape. Again. But this time I hoped it would work. I may be in pain but I’d be willing to push through that pain if it means my escape. I have been hitting the door with my good arm while I let my other arm rest for when I need it to escape. When I finally hear the footsteps of Mr. Morris coming I wait by the door but where I know he will see me once he opens it. I will try to make him think that I won’t try anything. Hopefully that will make him drop his guard. I hear the lock turn and the door slowly open. When he sees me he smiles showing his beautiful straight teeth.
“Oh good. You’re not going to try and attack me again.” I notice for the first time that his lip is cut and he has a bruise on the side of his face. Good for me. I didn’t think I did much damage and that’s not much but I’m still happy that it’s something.
“Yeah. Kind of hard to plan an escape with a limp arm.” I shrug and give a small smile. Hopefully that will make him think that I’m not going to do anything.
“Well I’m glad you had a change of heart. I knew you would change your mind eventually.” I step back some to give him room to come in and just before he closes the door I grab his arm and pull him to me making him think I want him close which causes him to give me an even bigger smile. I try not to show my disgust and the trembling of my hands as I shove him against the wall. His eyes bulge and he stiffens as if he thought I was going to hurt him before relaxing
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