I wake up and see sunlight pouring through my window. I look at my phone and see that the time is 8:47 in the morning. I don’t get up though as I am busy reminiscing on the fantastic night I had last night. My best friend confessed his feelings to me and we went to a restaurant as our first date. I was truly perfect and my heart fluttered at the thought of having another one. However, I couldn’t reminisce for too long, I had to get the day started.
I hop out of my bed and start to get ready. I grab a brush and start to brush my hair. All of a sudden, I hear the sound of footsteps up my stairs. I think it’s probably just my cat and I go back to doing my thing. Then, I hear the sound of my shower curtain opening and I start to freak out. I grab one of my old childhood baseball bats and head for the bathroom. I gently open the bathroom door.
Standing inside my bathroom is a man easily in his mid-twenties with messy black hair, bags under his eyes, stubble, and wearing nothing but one of my bath towels. We lock eyes and I immediately rush at with the bat swinging it around manically. He manages to dodge most of my swings and actually grabs my bat from me. He then rushes me, grabs me, and holds a rag over my noise and mouth. I struggle against his iron grip, trying to keep consciousness and break free but, he is too strong and I pass out.
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*in head* “Ow, my head, it really hurts…”. I open my eyes and find that I am not in my room. Hell, I’m not even in my house. *in head* “Wait what where am I?…W-What’s going on?” The room is a gray-ish blue color and the light is flickering. There isn’t much decoration on the walls except for some graffiti and holes/dents in the wall. I see a desk, computer, and swivel seat across the room. I am laying on a bed with white, stained covers.
I try to move but, I can’t. *in head* “Why can’t I move?” I look down at myself and see that my arms, legs, feet, hands, chest, and waist are all bound tightly with rope. My arms are tied behind my back. I try to speak but, I can’t. *in head* “Why can’t I talk?” I soon realize that there is a ball gag wrapped firmly around my head and in my mouth.
At this point, I’m completely freaking out. I’m trying to turn myself upright. I’m trying to call for help but, to no avail. Eventually when I do get myself upright, I hear the doorknob jingle and I go dead silent.
The door opens, and the man who was in my bathroom enters. He is now wearing ripped jeans, a black jacket, and a white tank top covered in cheese dust. He walks over to me and pushes me back down onto the bed. He then grabs a chair, pulls it up next the bed, and begins to look me over. He looks at me for about three minutes, scanning his eyes over my body, analyzing every detail. When he finishes, he smacks my butt and says, “Welp, I’m definitely going to have some fun with your little body.” He laughs and reaches his hand for my face.
He pulls the gag out my mouth and I immediately start yelling at him. “Who are you? Why did you take me? Are you insane?” He covers my mouth with his hand and says, “One at a time sweetheart.” He lets go of me and says, “My name is Ben Rodrick and as you can see, I don’t have best the living conditions.” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some chewing tobacco, and throws some in his mouth. He continues, “They just my water off four days ago so, I was looking for a place to shower. I found your place with the door unlocked and I invited myself in. However, you saw me and gave me some trouble so, I knocked you out, showered, took some money and left with a clean shower, money, and best of all, you.”
I was in shock. “You stole from me?” I ask. He responds, “Only to be able to pay for my water again, yes.” He begins to rub my thigh, licking his lips as he did so. I ask, “What are you going to do with me?” He says, “I did said, I’m gonna have some with you, did I not?”
Ben reaches for my shoulder and I shout, “Fuck off, you can’t just kidnap someone because they tried to attack you! You broke into my house! For all I know, you could been a serial murderer! And now you think I’m just going to let you assault me?!?! Hell no, Fuck you!” Ben gets visibly angry and over to his computer and grabs a whip.
I start to apologize as he starts towards me. He rolls up my pant leg and says, “Girls who talk back always get punished!” He began to whip at my legs rapidly, shouting, “Squirm Bitch, squirm! Squirm Bitch, squirm!” I am scream in pain as he whips me again and again. The whip felt like a knife slashing through my skin and it left many cuts on legs. Ben didn’t care though, he just kept whipping my for about 5 minutes.
When he finally did stop, I was whimpering in pain and fear and tears were streaming down my cheeks. He threw the whip back by the computer and started towards me. He sat down on the bed and put his hand under my shoulder that was against the bed. He then lifts me upright and starts to run his hands over my stomach. He reaches my chest and begins to unbutton my pajama top. After finishing, he sticks his hands in and begins to feel me up. His hands run along the area around my breasts and then, he grabs my boobs and begins to squish them. I blush in discomfort as he fondles my tits.
This seems to calm him down as his breathing slows down. He asks, “I have another reason I’m keeping you here. Do you want to know it?” I nod still crying. He moves his fingers up to my collarbone. He continues, “While you were knocked out, I went through your phone and I saw someone who interested me.” I look at him with an inquisitive look. He says, “Your boyfriend is well known person and is wanted by an organization that will offer a pretty penny for him.” My eyes widen with worry as I feel his fingers on my chin. He says, “I’m going to use you to get him here.” Tears form in my eyes again. He finishes, “He won’t ignore it, when he hears that his precious Luna is being held captive by a psycho.”
At this point, I snap. I bite down on his finger and throw myself towards him against the wall. I then jump off of the bed and I proceed to try to hop my way to the door. However, Ben tackles me and begins to choke me. His hands were enclosed tightly around my throat and I could feel that I was getting enough oxygen. My arms are flailing against him, trying to get to release me. The room was filled with sounds of my gasps and his grunts.
I begin to feel my consciousness slipping, when Ben release my throat and pulls on my hair. He pulls me back to the bed and throws me onto it. He pulls a pair of hand cuffs out of his coat pocket and handcuffs one of my legs to the bed. He reaches for my face and pops my ball gag back into my mouth. He finally leaves the room and slams the door behind him.
I begin to sob quietly on the bed. My tears stain the bed as I try to regain my breath through the gag. My day was so perfect when it started and now it was ending in hell. I say in my head, “Somebody…Anybody..Please help me.” as I cry myself to sleep.
(Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of Damsel. If you enjoy this narrative, please let me know. In part two, we will revisit Luna and see what Ben has in store for her. Thanks again and have a good day or night.)
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