I couldn't tell where the darkness ended, and where I began.
My eyes were open, but as the black, thick air descended down upon me, they might as well been closed. It was dark, it was quiet, and it was cold. For a brief moment, I wondered if I had truly died.
Maybe this was hell.
I pushed my body upwards, only to be pushed back down again by the straps that held my body to the cold surface of whatever was underneath me. I was trapped.
A muffled scream escaped my lips, as involuntary tears slid down my cheeks. What had I done to deserve this?
"No one can hear you," a voice crept out of the darkness. I attempted to scream again, thrashing around wildly.
A click, and I was immediately flooded with a pale light. It illuminated my body, showing the thick cords that kept me to the table. My naked, bruised body. I struggled against the restraints again, but it was useless.
"It's best if you don't try to escape, Eloise, dear." A figure stepped out of the shadows, a shaky hand gliding down my cheek.
I tried to turn my head, but he grabbed my chin, and moved it back to face him. More tears poured, and I let out a soft whimper, my body beginning to tremble in fear.
"You should have listened to me earlier. I warned you, I warned you this would happen. But you just had to run. You had to try and hide."
He smiled, moving his hand to smooth my hair. "You are mine, Eloise."
He dipped his hand down to my breast, cupping them gently, before trailing his hands down my stomach roughly. My skin flinched at his touch, and I gazed at him.
How could he do this?
"You've always been mine, little cunt." He removed his hair momentarily, to unbuckle his jeans.
No, no, no. I shook my hair, my entire body shaking. But it was useless. He slithered on top of me. No. Please, anything but this. His flesh pressed against mine. Bile rose up my throat, and I swallowed it back down again, sobs racking my chest. I wished to be anywhere else. Anywhere.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to fade back into the darkness. Back where I couldn't see him, where I was safe, where I was alone.
Without warning, he entered, and I felt a stabbing pain in between my thighs. Rocking himself back and forth, he continued to thrust. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Back and forth.
I was consumed by the tears, by the pain. If only he would stop. Please.
If only I would die. Please.
I stared listlessly at the foggy, dark air, doing my best to forget about the fact I was still alive.
I'm begging you.