Postby Sacrificiallove » Tue Jan 15, 2013 2:47 pm
It's always a bit disappointing to not get any comments on my stories. If you're reading this, I'd like to hear what you think, no matter what it is.
Anyway, there is bondage in this. This is narrated from a captive's point of view.
Part Four
For what seemed like the past ten minutes, I heard agonized shouts, low-pitched grunts, roars of pain, and a whole bunch of stomping around. Someone was in the church, presumably another captive, but whoever they were, they were fighting back.
For a few minutes, I didn’t hear anything. I whimpered, know that whoever it was had either lost, or been killed. I didn’t know which was worse.
But then the screaming continued. And suddenly an ear-piercing wail reached my ears. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I thought whoever was here had just lost.
Then the door burst open and a girl went crashing down the stairs. She was crying out in pain, but she managed to grab the railing halfway down. She got up and went the rest of the way down.
Then she saw us. I’m not sure why her eyes met mine first, but when our eyes made contact, I felt something down deep. I wasn’t sure what. It might have been hope, relief that the captive was alive and unrestrained, but there was also…something more.
The girl was bleeding in numerous places. Her pants were ripped and her sweatshirt was torn. She was shaking all over.
She looked at each of us in turn. She took in how we were all tied up the same way. We were sitting on wooden chairs, with our stomachs and legs tied to it. Our ankles were tied together, and the knot was connected to the wood that connecting the two legs of the chair. Our wrists were bound behind our backs and bound to the chair as well. The finishing touch was the black gag in each of our mouths, placed in between our mouths and knotted at the back of our heads. We could make muffled noises, but after a while, the gags weren’t even necessary, because we no longer had the energy to scream. I think he kept them in because he liked the way they looked.
She made her way over to me first. She looked in my eyes and whisper, “I am so sorry.”
I wasn’t quite sure what she had to be sorry about. And if she meant she was sorry about the state of my body, which was pretty gaunt, a little bruised and batter, and restrained to a chair, well, I thought she looked worse.
She went around behind my back and untied the cleave gag that had been in my mouth. Neither of us spoke as untied my bonds. She helped me off the chair and moved on to one of the girls that had been captured.
It was hard to stand on my own two feet after sitting in a chair for so long. He had brought me in first. I was already a skinny boy when he had captured me, but he starved me so much that I became absolutely sickly looking. I could see my rib cage now, and I could feel my spine jutting out into the back of the chair.
The next person he had brought in had been a girl, and she was skinny as well. He starved her just as much as me.
The next two were a muscular girl and guy. They had been tortured. He had whipped and beaten them. They had fought back. He seemed to like that. When they had no more strength left to fight, he forced them to fight back. He told them he’d whip them if they didn’t keep fighting.
The last person he had brought in was a guy. He had a slight amount of chub. The guy had force fed him all sorts of food. He would shove it into his mouth and tape it shut until he chewed and swallowed. The process would continue on and on.
The worst part was that he had raped us all.
This girl had a slight bit of chub too. She was attractive, but I could tell she had a bit of a stomach. He would’ve force fed her. He wanted all of us to have a more extreme version of the bodies we had when he kidnapped us.
She had freed the muscular girl, and went on to the muscular guy. I began to work on the chubby guy, but I couldn’t seem to get my hands to move. It seemed as if none of us could, only the girl who had fought back and was setting us free.
“Guys, just go sit down, okay? You don’t need to help me,” she said to all of us, but mostly to me. She gently pushed me away from the chubby guy and began untying him. “Here, take my phone. Call the cops. We’re at Cedar Hill church.” She handed me her cell and then set back to work on setting the chubby guy free.
“Wait,” I said, grabbing her wrist. “What happened up there?”
“You don’t want to know.” She went back to work as I called the cops. They said it would take a half hour to get there.
After she had set us all free, she looked at each of us. Suddenly, a scowl came across her face, and she started shaking her head.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She looked away and said, “Nothing.” Then she turned back to us. “So, what are your names?”
The muscular girl spoke first. “I’m Alicia.” She had been here the longest next to me, and I had never known her name the whole time. I knew none of their names.
The dude with the chub said, “I’m Chuck.”
The muscular dude said his name was Billy. The skinny girl was Tiffany.
The girl turned to me. “I’m Peter. What’s your name?”
“Lara.”
“Lara…like Lara Croft?” I asked.
The right side of Lara’s mouth turned up a little bit, as if she was smiling involuntarily. “Yes, like Lara Croft.”
Alicia stood up. She had dark hair, was quite tall, and looked Hispanic. And by this time, despite the bruises and dried up blood, her muscles looked bigger than before. “How did you defeat him?” she asked.
Lara looked up at Alicia. Alicia was at least half a foot taller than Lara. They stared at each other. Lara sighed and took off her sweatshirt to reveal a black muscle shirt underneath. Her muscles were no where near as impressive as Alicia’s, but she had a little curve to her biceps.
Alicia looked Lara up and down. Then she looked at Billy, who wasn’t even as muscular or as tall as Alicia herself. He had brown hair and only looked to be about five eight. He had pale skin and had a swimmer’s build, not the body of a fighter, like Alicia’s. Then she looked down at her own muscles. She shook her head and said, “How could you have possibly overpowered him? I tried so hard, so freaking hard, and I almost had him, so many times, but every time, he got me down. Every single freaking time!” Alicia went over to the wall and punched it.
Billy got up. “Sometimes he would beat the two of us together. Whenever he would whip me, she would go haywire. A few times I thought she was going to kill him. But he always had this baseball bat that he would whack her with, multiple times.”
Lara’s face had grown more and more tortured as she heard the story, but at hearing the baseball bat, her face was slightly amused. “A baseball bat? That must be his favorite weapon.”
“Huh?” asked Billy.
“He broke into my house and tried to kidnap me. I fought back. He bashed me in the head with the baseball bat two times in two separate places. Finally, I took him down. I tied him up and asked him if he had kidnapped anyone else. He said he had. I asked him where, so I drove the both of us here.”
“What happened upstairs?” asked Chuck.
“He got free and threw a knife at me. It embedded itself in my thigh. We fought again, but finally, I stabbed him in the thigh, knocked him to the ground, and plunged the knife straight through his hand and into the floor. Then I broke his other hand and arm. He shouldn’t be able to get free.”
“You beat him?” asked Tiffany. “You really tore that jerk limb from limb?”
“Well, it was exactly like that…” said Lara.
“No, it definitely was,” responded Chuck.
Tiffany whistled.
Alicia started heading upstairs. Lara followed her and Billy asked, “Alicia, where the heck are you going?”
“I have to see this.”
We all went upstairs and saw the man staring at each of us. Alicia smiled and walked away. Billy’s forehead creased, he looked at Lara, shrugged, and then followed Alicia into the sanctuary. I realized suddenly that Alicia and Billy, without even having known each other previously, were perfect for each other. I didn’t know if either one of them recognized the other’s feelings for them, or even their own feelings for the other, but they…they seemed like they loved each other.
Chuck and Tiffany stood together, staring at the man. Chuck was short, with dark bushy hair and pale skin. Tiffany was even shorter than Chuck, with orange colored hair, pale skin, and bones jutting out of each area of her body. They stared in awe at the man, then at Lara, and left.
Lara kept staring at the man, then looked back at me. She wanted me to leave. So I
turned around, but stopped at the door to the sanctuary. She didn’t notice that I was still there.
Lara straddled the man. “So I was supposed to be the fat one, wasn’t I?” she asked.
The man’s body shook. He didn’t reply.
“Look, I don’t care, I am fat. But the things you’ve done to them…they didn’t even tell me all of it. I can only imagine. What you did was way worse than what I’ve done to you. Way worse.” Lara’s face twisted into a snarl, and grabbed onto the hilt of the knife, and twisted it. The man let out a bloodcurdling scream. Then he called her the C word and spit in her face.
“Why don’t you just kill me you sadistic bit—”
She covered the man’s mouth. “I already told you. I’m not a killer.” She removed her hand and got up off of him. She went over to the wall, placed her hands on it, and moaned. “I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe it.” Her body was shaking and suddenly, I saw tears dripping down her face. She fell to her knees, curled into a ball, and shook so violently I thought she was having a seizure.
I started to make my way over to her, but the man stopped me. He started to speak again, this time very, very quietly.