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December 25th
She smelled her surroundings before her eyes fully adjusted to the dim light off behind her. It was a musky smell causing her nose to crinkle up from the stale acrid air she was forced to breathe in through her nose. She tried to open her mouth in an attempt to take in more air but quickly realized that was futile.
Remembering a hand covering her mouth and the strange smell of some kind of chemical was her last memory before now. She started crying, her tears being soaked up in the tightly bound gag around her face. Her tongue was dry, from being crammed against the now soggy wad of cloth that filled her mouth.
How long had she been like this she didn’t know but her throat was harsh from dryness and her wrist and ankles sore as they were pulled taunt from her body. She was spread eagle on what she thought felt like a mattress. She wasn’t even sure if her clothes were on or off. She started whimpering.
“You hear that? The bitch is stirring Jake.” A huge grin crossed his face until Jake poked him in the ribs.
“Can’t unless you shut that fucking pussy you call a mouth up.”
They listened and now they could clearly hear the cries of a muffed, ‘help me’, come from down the cellar way. They weren’t worried of her being heard and the gag they put on her wasn’t to keep her silent; no, it was to torture her. It was the start of what would be a long dragged out ordeal that both seemed eager to begin as they turned the round white door handle.
She heard the creak of the door opening and felt the air stir over her body and yelled harder straining her throat even more. She was hoping against what her mind yelled at her; that harm not help, was headed her way.
The light blinded her even before she heard the switch click it on. It was directly in her face. One of those bright outside yard lights only a few feet over her head. It dangled from a cord and was close enough to her that the heat from it was drying her tears. She had no choice but to keeps her eyes closed and even then her eyelids’ where bright red from the underside. It wouldn’t be long before her tear ducts failed to keep her eyes moist from the heat and light. She tried turning her head but found it too was tied as not to let that happen.
In a long drawn out “Why?” she started her cry again only to feel no tears running down her cheeks as before. She could feel her face was sore from the light and even from within her body she felt the slight burn starting to take place.
“Move the lamp you ass! Not yet!”
The voice was harsh to her but harsh or not it had gotten the lamp moved away. Her eyelids were still pink but not so bad to keep her from trying to see who was with her. But as she tried to open her eyes the lamp was immediately put back into place but a lot closer. Now the heat was intense and she could smell the heat from it. Or was it her skin frying?
“If you try to open your eyes again I will burn them out. Do you fucking understand you fucking bitch!”
All she could do was slightly nod her head and the lamp was moved away again. She would not open her eyes she said to herself, no matter what they did to her.
“Shine that lamp over her. I want to inspect her closely.”
She could feel the lamp moving over her even as finger started probing her and tracing over her body. She dared not cry out as her sore face was a constant reminder of what could be used on her. She had many hands and fingers touch her in her past but until now never felt the fear that came with what could happen. A hand was now squeezing her left breast hard causing her to arch away from the pressure. Then she screamed harder and louder then she had ever had to as someone had put their teeth on her nipple biting it until she felt a liquid run down the side of her breast.
She couldn’t help herself but scream against her gag. Even her eyes found a new source of moisture as tears now flowed anew. Her body was shaking, straining against her binds causing them to bite into her flesh pain free for now, as her body reacting to the constant biting on her breast. Back and forth, each one taking a vicious turn as blood ran down the side of her body. Even after she passed out from the pain he continued until his mouth was full of her blood. Swallowing the liquid and wiping his mouth dry with the back of his right hand, he stared at the dozen or so bite marks covering her breast. He look at the marks as if he was studying a painting he had just finished.
“Okay. You had some fun. Now clean her up and treat your stupid marks on her. She’s a long way from the end and we don’t want her to die from your filthy mouth. Not yet anyway.”
Jake left him alone to tend to her. It would be awhile before she woke up.
An hour later Jake was join in the run down kitchen of what used to be a plantation house some many years ago. They both sat quietly listening to the birds outside the broken window over the sink. The hand pump still in place but rusted closed a long time ago. They both knew it would be a little while before their toy woke up from the pain her body was now rejecting. It wasn’t the first time they had waited for a toy to rewake.
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Jake Chapter Two - 
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