bitter Chocolat: a victim's interlude
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"I don't want to die."
He laughs as he moves over me. I plead with him to let me go, but he just smiles. Sick to my stomach I throw up on him. My revulsion must anger him because he slaps me hard. He doesn't stop moving. My eyes water and I can barely see his face. A reprieve. I laywhimpering and do my best to detach from what is happening, what he's doing to my body. Finally he grunts, and releases.
"Can I go now?"
He gets up to grab a towel to clean himself off and wipe up my vomit. Next he checks the shackles around my wrists and heads upstairs. I start crying as soon as he shuts the door. I sob so hard that eventually I cry myself to sleep.
An hour or so passes.
I wake up disoriented to the sound of loud crashes and bangs. For a moment, I forget where I am. I remember his earlier assault and start to panic. This is nothing compared to my fear at hearing his shout.
I don't know what's louder, his stomping or my heartbeat. I sense that he is heading my way and count the seconds before he reaches the stairs. I know that it is now or never.
"HELLLLLP! HELLLLLLLP! Somebody please, HEEEELLLLP ME." I scream over and over again.
I shout louder when I hear him opening the door to the basement. My bellowing doesn't bother him. Completely nude, he descends slowly and smirks when I come into view.
"Please. Please don't kill me, I'll do anything you want."
"You will do anything and everything that I want. Then, I'll kill you." He is evil personified.
This time I cry in front of him. I wonder what did I do to deserve this. I'm a good friend. A good daughter. A good sister. I work hard. I'm there for people when they need me. I can't stop crying.
As he moves towards me I brace myself for a repeat of his earlier assault. It never comes. He has something new planned.
He walks to an area behind me. I stop crying so I can hear him better. Metal clanks as he moves around. Suddenly, I feel a pinch in my neck. He drugs me with some kind of paralyzing agent. Once it sets I can't move but I can feel, see, and experience everything around me.
When he kneels over me, I see the glint from the knife in his hand. He slashes at my abdomen and breaks skin. My blood pools. I can no longer scream at this point. I feel pain in every nerve but he's just getting started.
I lose count of all the cuts.
A phone rings in the distance.
He pauses quickly wiping off some of blood then dashing upstairs to answer the call. I turn my eyes downward to my body and just stare.
I've never seen that much blood before.
I'm 125 pounds soaking wet. Who knew I could bleed this much and not be dead. It's only a matter of time though. I can feel the life ebbing out of me and I'm cold. Hysteria must be setting in because now I think about my little sister. She'll be so disappointed when I don't make it home over break. I swore I'd take her rock-climbing. I'm about to break that promise. If I'm lucky, I'll be dead before he returns. I'm very sleepy. My eyes droop and I decide to take another nap.
I didn't know that my next breath was my last.
TO BE CONTINUED.
bitter Chocolat (2017)