The Other World P3

My hands. My hands were numb and it was trickling down my arms.

Someone had tied them to the bed posts. Then I felt hands on my ankles. They too were tied to the bottom bed posts too. I was trying to come to as my mind was singing with warning.

"It's okay honey, I like it this way." The mans voice said.  It was K.

I struggled more but I was weak  because I was still half drunk. 

"Your thirsty." he said. "Drink this." He gave me something that tasted like honey and had a weird chemical aftertaste. "What was that?" I slurred. "Untie me." "Take it easy beautiful, just relax."

I realized I was naked and renewed my struggles which didnt last long. Whatever he gave me made me sluggish then I lost consciousness all together.   I woke once to searing pain between my legs. Then I was out again. The next thing I remember is my friend shaking my shoulder.

"C'mon, we gotta go. Cabs on the way."

I groaned and rolled over noticing I was not tied anymore. Glancing beside me, I saw K sleeping soundly. A quiet snore emitted from his lips.

Then it all came back. A dull roar between my legs made its presence clear.  I scrambled from the bed. K rolled over and grumbled.  I waited a moment as he went back to snoring.

Quietly I got out of the bed while my friend gathered my clothes. My head was spinning, my body hurting. I was able to quietly shut the bedroom door on my way out.

I put on the clothes, my friend helped me as my equilibrium was was sporadic at best. The cab arrived and we fell in. "We need to get back before my mother does. She'll loose it if I'm not home." 

I barely registered what she said. My head spun, my mouth was paste combined with a burning pain between my legs.

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

"You got laid, that's what happened." She said.

"What do you mean, I've never been "laid" as you put it before.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" She asked.

"Didn't think I needed to." I replied.

"Let's get you back. You can rest then have a bath when mom goes to work." I fell asleep in the cab and was woke when we arrived. Staggering I went directly into the closet under the stairs and went immediately to sleep.

***

Dreaming...I was being chased.

It was him...his iron fist followed me as fast as I could run. It pounded on my head while his words flashed through my mind.

"Slut, whore, ditch pig, useless witch!" My stepfathers voice echoed through my dreams repeating over and over again while his fist chased me larger than life.  The faster I ran the faster he came.  Every room, every door I went to was closed to me. I turned to face him. He rushed up to me and put his hand on my throat squeezing.

Harder and harder he squeezed saying "You don't deserve to live. You don't deserve to live at all. You should die and you should do it right now.  Unless you'd rather be my slave. Hahaha!" he roared as his fist descended on my head while his foot kicked me in the stomach.

"C'mon slut, it's time for you to be one."

Lower and lower his face descended to mine. I screamed and my eyes popped open. I started to sob.

I sobbed and I sobbed until I had nothing more left within me. I thought, I'll never be free.

Never....