Stark Naked

The fireplace crackled and licked the room with its light. Room dressed in darkness and flame crowded my angered vision. The chains rattled as I pulled and prodded in a sense to escape. I growl, the soft bed flush against my naked skin freaking me out. 

The last bit of strength slipping from my grasp as I pant. The anger and pain beat at my skull. Images of the blood and vile on the floor before he barged in. Ezekiel, what a grotesque man. I can still feel his fingers roaming my skin in my semi-subconscious state. 

My stomach churns but I swallow down the bile so as to not puke on myself. He chained me here, in this room. I still feel his presence even though he had left me be. I grit my teeth in anger, tears coming to my eyes. No! I can't cry!

The reminders fill my ears, I'm no fucking crybaby! Throwing my hands forward I hear the wood splinter at the sheer force. Seconds later I resist screaming as the pain finally hits me. I breathe heavily and grit my teeth harder scared they'll fall out with the force. 

Anger and adrenaline pump through my veins as I struggle and tear at the chains. The wooden headboard they're attached to screams in anguish. With one last final tug, they break. With muttered curses, I rub my wrists under the cuffs.

"I won't be some damsel in distress if I have it my way…" Before I can even move off the bed the door opens to a shirtless Ezekiel. Horror chokes out my once short-lived adrenaline. 

"Oh pretty boy can't wait for his new husband, can he.~" The green-eyed devil purred as he stalked towards me. I try to back up but the chains on my ankles hold me still. He smirks even more, a glint in his eyes showing I'm just the innocent prey. He approached the bed and pushed me down on my back as I squirmed. In any way, I can try to push him off or hurt him. 

He licks his lips, "I love the struggle baby boy, it just makes me want you even more.~" I scream trying to get help but I know it's useless. He growls in anger and wraps a hand around my throat, the other keeping my hands above my head. Tears trek down my face as he grinds his crotch into my flaccid member. 

I resist vomiting at the disgusting feeling of him trying to get off on my naked body. My screams echo in the darkroom. The sound slowly fades as my throat runs raw. His grunts and the sound of the fire were the only things left. 

Unable to hold back anymore I managed to vomit on him making him pull back, repulsed. I slam my head into his once he lets go of my wrists. With a thump, I push him off the bed knowing he'll be out for a while. 

I silently cry holding back the screams as I make sure not to touch my skin at all. Getting to work on my ankles, I shiver and shake through panic attacks. My brain screams as I try my hardest in my mission of escape. 

Yanking my legs hard over and over again as I had done with my wrists, I'm finally set free. Crawling out of the bed, I make my way over to the closet. I vomited on the floor, surprised to find anything coming up. Pulling his disgusting clothing from the closet, I threw them on. 

Stumbling over to the door my vision blurs wildly out of control. I hold on to the doorknob in a vice grip listening for anything outside. All I need to do is find an exit and I'll be free…

Nodding to myself I slowly open the door, looking both ways for any potential danger I make a run for it. I held my wrists to my chest to keep the chains from clinking, the ones on my feet had completely come off luckily. 

Pausing as I softly pant, I tune my ears to listen for any steps. After a short bated moment of no sounds, I continued down the hallway. My breath was tight and my body ached. No food, barely any water, and an injured leg weren't the best combination. Yet when you're fighting for your life I suppose one has to make do with what they have.

After passing so many doors I finally become brave and open a door, windows, windows, windows, that's all I need! I'm greeted by an empty dusty room with… no escape point.. Where the hell is all the windows!

I continue my venture getting to a crossroads with no way forward. With a long pause, I slowly peek my head out and check around the corners. My body visibly relaxes at the sight of empty halls. Overrun with indecision I quickly make my way down the left hall. 

The hall opens to a tall and domineering stature. I spot all the large windows along the left section but pause at the sound of voices. With the length and size, it's easy to conclude I'm in a mansion.

Slowly and cautiously I make my day down the hall finding it to only open up to a large ballroom with two sets of curved stairs. The other side, most likely the right hallway I passed up on, mirrored exactly like the left. My eyes widened in amazement, the chandeliers held high, the floors a beautiful marble. The cherry wood interior of the mansion is on display with the accents of the marble and other recipients. 

Looking back towards the windows I contemplate breaking them to escape. I look around once again just for second measures and then slam my elbow in the marvel of glass. The whole thing comes shattering down as I hold my arms above my head to shield myself from the rain of glass. 

I hold back screams as the glass punctures my skin. From behind, I can hear shouting and yelling. My anxiety screams as the adrenaline picks up. Without a second thought, I jump out of the second-story window and make a run for it. I stumble about my vision blurring, my adrenaline pushes me to keep running as I hear people screaming commands in the wind. 

My breath is short and rushed, my eyes finally taking in the surroundings. I internally groan, spotting all the trees as I continue to run. The wound in my leg aches, my stomach screams, my vision blurs, but I strive forward. The lights in the distance ahead draw my attention as I push myself even harder. Get to the city, just get to the city! 

I jump over logs and roots hoping to not fall on my fucking ass. The chains rattle loudly as I swing my arms in my full sprint. Panting heavily, I finally reach the city and rush to find a hiding spot. My vision clouds as I run down an alleyway. 

I fall to the ground, tripping over rubbish. I lie on the wet cement floor on my aching back. I covered my eyes and softly laughed, I got out. I laugh even more, almost feeling insane. 

Yet the once-proud smile falls as I remember Venus, they still have her. I yank at my hair in anger and roll on my side. With soft whimpers, I curl up into myself. My heart constricts in its beating motion. I want her back… but I know that's not truly all that I'm feeling.

With creaking bones and staggered vision, I make my way to the huge trash bin and curl up beside it away from sight. I shift and shiver, whimpering in need of something- but I can't recall what as I yawn. My eyes close on their own as I finally allow myself to relax. A week in hell was enough for me…