His smile radiated love as if the obscenities hadn't been emitted from his mouth. "What’s wrong baby?" he purred while wiping the streams of tears from my face. "Nothing," I replied cautiously in order not to anger him yet again.
The only time I had seen him happy in months was then, as he watched me give up hope of leaving him. I belonged to him.
He dragged me up from my heap on the cold kitchen floor without so much as an effort. Then he yanked me closer with such force that I couldn't help but submit to his every whim. He planted a foul, abhorrent kiss on lips already bruised. "Is it passion or is it hatred," I mutter under my breath, as he whispers that nonsense in my ear. "Darling." He hums that disgustingly sweetly sick name to me with a look of pure satisfaction on his face, "it’s time for another game."
As he speaks these seemingly innocent words, my body freezes in fear of his next move. "Hide and seek," he says.
"Please, no!" I cry as I sob into his chest. A smile creeps across his cold face, "no matter how much you plead you shall do this or you know the consequences" he snarls. Of course I knew the consequences. I had learnt them weeks ago as he had tied me down and poured hot wax on my naked body, laughing every time I screamed in pain, begging and pleading for him to stop, for him to forgive me, only because I didn’t do what that 'thing' wanted me to do. I shuddered at the memory and gave in to his cry. Determined not to be found this time, I fled off into the heart of the house, heart pounding as I searched for the perfect hiding spot, a place that he wouldn't track me down.
The attic!! A tear of joy tumbles down my already sodden face, he won't find me there. He never ventures up to the attic. I wonder what lies in the attic, I think to myself as I quietly scramble up those steps years older then I. "Here I come!" echo’s a taunting voice from somewhere far below me, a voice I wish I had never heard speak those practiced words "hey gorgeous, never seen you before.......want to have some fun?" And I being young naive, stupid and rebellious said “yes.....” I didn't know what was in store for me. My near normal life was ripped to shreds at the hands of that foul creature. He was the end of my life as I knew and hoped it to be, him and his loyal group of sheep. Coping with every move he made in hopes of becoming him, they idolized him as they called him the revolutionist, the founder of all things great, but to me he remained my torturer, living only to see me fall at his feet in fits of submission.
"Elizabeth.." a voice whispers from the depths snapping me out of my dream like trance. I hold my breath as I hear his feet scuttle on the bathroom floor directly below the place where I lay, the place he will never venture to, the only place in the house that scares him....I have often begged him to tell me why he hates it so, but he only replies with a grunt and a look that could kill me a thousand times over. It’s why I have chosen this place to be my sanctuary, my escape from him, even if it is only for a while.
"Baby...my sweet child come out from your hiding place...I’ll make it worth your while." I lay frozen in my sanctuary as his feet tread up the rickety stairs that lead into the attic and his big luxurious mouth muttering obscenities, "your in trouble now you filthy bitch! How many times do I fucking have to tell you that this place is out of bounds? How dare you fucking disobey me...you will pay!" my heart pounds as he draws me near. His breath is laboured as he effortlessly lifts me up by my throat and throws me across the room, without so much as a flinch as I plummet through a box that lies there. Tears fill my eyes as the pain surges through my skin and muscles and settles into my bones. I flinch as he draws a hand to my face, he grasps my jaw with his strict punishing hand, slowly he lifts me like I weigh no more than a flea, bringing me so close I feel every muscle in his body craning towards me. Delightedly he kisses my battered neck, moving closer and closer to my bruised lips. He pays no attention when I screech in pain from his gorilla-like arms lifting me over his shoulder so he can bring me to the dungeon.
