Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
For four days, the masked man has come out and raped me. Every time has been the same…removes the gag, whips me with his belt, and rapes me. Then places the gag back in and the hood back over my head. Even during the day. My skin is on fire from my sunburn. There’s a few hours during the day when the trees don’t provide shade, and the sun hits my bruised and cut skin.
I’m in so much pain that I don’t even know when the last time I was able to sleep was. I’m just in total darkness most of the time with the damn hood. Even when it’s on during the day, it gives me zero light. All I have are my thoughts, and they’re driving me mad.
Right now, I hang from the pipe between the two trees, and water drips off my shaking body. He hosed me down, saying I was a disgusting whore who needed to be cleaned. A part of me wishes he would have left the hood on and let me drown.
Voices hit my sensitive ears, and I don’t even care to look up and see who is coming. It won’t matter. There’s no stopping them.
My wet hair hangs around my face, and drool drips from my cracked lips as I look down at the ground. A set of black boots comes to a stop in my line of sight, and I flinch as he bends down and unties each ankle. Standing, he kicks the cinder blocks out of the way, and I hang from my tied hands.
A groan escapes my open mouth at the new position. The rope that ties my wrists to the pipe is cut, and I drop to the ground with a gagged cry. Pain explodes throughout my body, and I lie face down, unable to move. I don’t have control over my limbs.
The gag is removed, and something new is replaced over my head and fastened around my neck. “When the cat’s away, the mice will play.”
Laughter fills the woods and I’m grabbed and rolled onto my back. I look up to see the masked men standing over me. One drops to his knees above my head and pins my still tied arms down to the uneven ground. The second one straddles my legs.
“We’re going to give you a little something. Make this a little more fun for you.” He pulls a syringe out of his pocket and removes the cap with his teeth.
I close my eyes. I’m too tired to fight or even speak.
“It’s only going to hurt for a second,” he says before a burning pain shoots through my body.
My cracked lips open and a scream escapes my mouth as I arch my back. The sound of birds flying from the nearby trees follows.
“That’s it.” The one lets go of my arms and then cuts through the rope, freeing them.
The other stands up off me, and I roll onto my side, holding my chest as I feel like my heart may explode. “If you last twenty minutes, I’ll be surprised.” He chuckles. “We’ll give you a three-minute head start. Don’t want to end the game too soon.”
I pry my swollen eyes open and look around aimlessly. I feel drunk, like the world is tilted on its side, but I realize I’m still lying on the ground.
Using my left hand, I push myself up to a sitting position as my back screams in protest. I can’t feel my right hand at all. My feet tingle, and my stomach rumbles. I’m so hungry.
Something around my neck gets my attention, and I reach up to feel a collar. My trembling fingers move to the back, and there’s a lock on it. Pulling on it, I hear a bell of some sort. It’s me. They’ve given me a cat collar like Saint had. But the leather is thicker and heavier.
“You’re wasting your time,” someone says, and then a boot is shoved into my back, pushing me forward.
I get to my feet and fall. My legs are so weak they tremble.
“Why isn’t it working?” the other asks, and I have no clue what he’s referring to.
“Maybe she needs more. I didn’t want to overdo it,” the first one says.
“Run, bitch!” one orders.
Getting to my hands and knees, I begin to crawl away from them. The stupid bell rings as my body moves mechanically. I fall on my face, and they laugh.
“We’ll give you ten minutes,” one states. “It’ll be better if you actually have the strength to fight us.” The door shuts, letting me know they returned to the house.
I lie on my stomach, my head to the side, staring at a squirrel not far from me as my heavy breathing moves the leaves that cover the ground. Taking everything I have, I get back to my hands and knees and crawl as far as I can as fast as I can.