The bride - part 3

The world came back first in shades of greys and then blobs of light and then the sounds. The sounds seemed strange, out of place, familiar. It wasn't till she tried to move that the reality around her came into focus. The screaming that she had heard, that had seemed to come some from far away was actually coming from her.

"Ah, she's finally awake. Good. It's not fun when their unconscious." She tried to sit up and see who was speaking but the straps that were holding her down prevented her. "Eh, sweety, how are you doing? Are you ready for some more?"

The next bit was a blur. How long it lasted she wasn't sure till well after it was over. All she was aware of was the pain, the men and the smiling face of the one man that was supposed to have loved her. It was then that she promised herself that if she survived that she would make him pay.

Finally all the men left and she was left lying in blood and pain, her wrists, ankles and neck raw from straps that had been holding her down. But she wasn't alone, there was one man left with her, the one man that she wanted so much to kill. She thought to herself that when he came to her she would do everything she could to kill him before she died. Her thoughts of darkness were interupted by his smiling face hovering above her face. His face was both smug and taunting staring down at her. His expression slowly changed into ugliness and contempt.

"You always were such a slut. You disgust me. I seen you smiling while all those men had their way with you. You liked it. I seen it in your eyes. Here I thought that we might be able to make this work but you had to go and ruin it by enjoying yourself." There was so much rage in his face and voice that she almost began to question herself. To wonder if she had enjoyed it, if she had in fact been smiling. But then the pain came back and she knew that he was just a demented, sadistic bastard. She tried to speak but found she couldn't, it hurt too much. "Well lets get you cleaned up. I can't parade you through the hotel looking like this."

Hohum

Its easy to stop talking / writing when you know that no one is listening / reading.

Disappointing, but easy.