I knew no one would be looking for me. No one cared if I was alive or dead. I had not spoken to my parents in years and I was the only child. I had some friends but not anyone I was close to. As I looked back, I was the perfect person for this. Not a soul would miss me as I laid here desperate for an end.
The tears were long gone. I held onto my faith as I silently prayed that my time in this dungeon would end. Since I had nothing but time right now, I would go through moments of anger and hate to sorrow and grief. I wondered why this happened to me. What did I do to deserve this? I hated that man for everything he has forced on me. But I knew that I needed to get a grip on it or I would lose it. So I kept my faith that this nightmare would end.
Each day became a routine. I would expect him to come and it was always the same. How he love to torment me. I bent to his will every time. Today I knew he was coming but with something. I heard clunk after clunk as he came down some stairs. At least I knew I was in a cellar or basement. It would explain why I heard little from the outside world. That door was my only hope of escape.
As he opened the door, all I could see was him pushing some contraption into the room. It looked like a large X. I had never seen anything like it in my life. He pushed it into a corner of the room.
As turned around, he stopped and gazed at me. "We are going to have some fun. You will not deny me." He dismissed me and went back to that contraption of his. Once completed, he walked towards the video camera and set it up facing it. This isn't good as cold chills went down my spine. I had panicked inside. I had little idea what that thing was not what he had in store. I just knew that the camera was there to video tape me.
He stopped using the mask long ago. I have seen his face many times yet I never learned his name. I believed him to be in his mid 30s with blonde hair and blue piercing eyes. I would know his face anywhere if I ever were to see him again.
There he was again in this dungeon with me. Here for his 'playtime' as he termed it. Yet I feared everything of him. It seemed the more he inflicted these horrific, sadistic ways on me; the more he got off on it. He laughed if I cried. He wanted to see them some more. When I screamed out in pain, he would try to pleasure me. Touch me in ways that I could not control.
Here he was again as the assault was planned to continue. He approached the bed and unfastened the foot restraints for the first time. Finally my legs were free. The heavenly bliss to move them again overtook me. He loosened my hands as well. Yet when he undid one, he replaced it with a cuff linked with a chain. Then did the same with the other. The cuffs were linked together so I wasn't completely free.
He yanked me to my feet and I fell against him. He smirked as he ran his hands all over body. I hated him for that. When he had his full, he pulled the chain and forced me to follow. Panic set in and my heart raced. I feared the worst as he forced me towards this contraption. I knew I had to do something and scanned the room for anything.