All I can say is that this day sucks. Everbody told me to think positive. Everybody told me not to lose hope. Everybody told me it is always going to be fine.
Bullshit! It was a fucked up day! I did that what I was told. To take a walk, to refresh my mind. I just had to stay at home like my guts had told me to. But the good me always obeys what the others say. And now... Now I'm getting kidnapped by a tall man with a unicorn mask.
"Get off me!", I yelled as the bald-headed man with small different tattos on his face handcuffed me. "Help me! Someone help! Anybody please help me!", I screamed at the top of my lungs and the tears threatened to fall.
He pushed me against the table and stooped my body forwards, so that my back was facing him. After he ducktaped my mouth he buckled up his belt and slid the zipper from his jeans open, pushing his waist towards me.
I could feel his little bump through my trousers. I squeezed my legs tight together but with the help of his feet he could force my legs to spread open, rip my trousers with his butterfly in his right hand then he pushed his dick deep inside me. I let out a hurtfull gasp and while he thrusted in me the deeper he got. I tried to get out of the cold metalic handcuffs. It hurt a lot but not more than the rape the tall gross stranger was doing with me.
It frightened me when he moaned. How could he even like that? Should I understand what the meaning of rape is?
As I escaped my hands from the handcuffs I turned around and punched him with force in the face. He stumbled backwards in the chemicals behind him and those mixture crashed on to the ground. Due the chemical reaction the liquids started to haze. The raper got back on his feet and pulled his trouser up, anger was written all over his face. If looks could kill, I was definately dead.
I teared the ducktape away from my mouth so I could breath better. It burned a little but at least I could breath much better. As I pulled up my trousers I smelled a few drugs and other chemicals. Filled with rage, the man walked towards me, I stepped backwards as far as I could untill the cold dusty wall hit my back. His right hand approached my throat. His grip was strong enough to lift me up and press me against the dirty wall. I gasped for air but my throat felt more sore the more I struggled to breathe. My lungs collapsed.
I heard a big roar, just like a lion. My sight got darker and before I completely blacked out I heard and felt the explosion.
"No!", I screeched as I woke up from that bad dream I can't remember no more.
I heard a silent beeping sound that went slower every second I calmed down. My head stung and pounded really hard. Since my vision was quite blurry I couldn't recognize well where the hell I was. But assuming the smell and those noises I was in a hospital.
"Hello mrs. Dark.", a deep voice said out of nothing which made me jump a little.
I noticed I was leashed onto the bed since I couldn't move as much as I liked to. I struggled a little, trying to get out.
"Why am I tied up on the bed? What the hell happened?", I whispered as I looked down to my hands. My vision getting less blurry and see a few bruises on my wrists. Hematomas painted my arms blue and Purple.
"Mrs. Dark, I'm detective Danny Loomer. I know, you must be anxious, having a lot of questions. Ma'am, we assume you were involved into some big trouble. Someone found you next to a exploded illegal drug laboratory. The medical staff ran some blood tests on you. They said you have an amount of drugs in your blood and you're lucky you didn't die because of an overdose. According an unkown eyewitness, the man who dragged you there injected you something. So we believe you're a victim. We put on the handcuffs for your own safety. I will unlock them after the doctor gives me the okay for it. I guess you were at the wrong place at the wrong time and you were lucky enough that you got saved by our only hero in this country.", he explained as he looked into my eyes.
I too stared into his light blue eyes. His eyes stung out with his pale face and his messy brown hair. It kinda hypnotized me.
"Sir, am I in danger?", I questioned, unsure what was going on.
My heart started to race, my lungs filled with dry air, my whole body started to burn and the pulse monitor started to beep faster than before. He leaned forward, shifted his weight on his elbows then on his knees. He got worried by telling his look.
"Nancy... Honestly we are still unsure about that. That's why we wanted to ask you some questions from last night for this case.", he answered after he cleared his throat.
In the meantime the monitor showed how my pulse was racing incredible fast, I started to stutter: "I, I- uh nee- need a cigarette. Let me go! I need to get out of here. Let me go!", I started to lose a grip of these stupid handcuffs but failed horribly.
I clenched my fists tight toghether as the tears wanted to drop. My throat began to swell up and it was difficult to breath. The detective noticed me panicking and reached out for my hand.
Before he could even open his thin lips to let some words out, I've lost it: "Don't you even dare to fucking touch me!"
I got so angry that I somehow managed to break the chain from my left wrist. Of course in that momet my monitor send out a silent emergency alarm. Two doctors in white coats and four nurses in green scrubs rushed into my room.
"Her pulse increased, sedate her!", the older doctor commanded.
The dective stepped aside and observed everything whilst one of the nurses prepared the injection. One of them handed it to the doctor as the other one started to prepare something else.
"Try to keep her still.", he then demanded and the nurses stopped from doing what they were doing and then pushed me back to bed.
"I told you to not to fucking touch me ever again!", I said in a very threatened voice and tried to push the nurses away.
When the doctor was almost close enough to insert the needle, I grabbed his arm with my only free hand untill he let go of it. After the detective had enough from watching he intervened. His big hands touched my arms pushing them into the white bedsheets. He was stronger than the four nurses and the doctor together. With his help they could finally inject the sedative. It didn't took too long untill I felt dizzy and tired. It helped me to calm down honestly. Without wanting I shut my eyes close and fell asleep.
I woke up screaming without even remembering what I dreamt about. This time I was soaked wet from of the cold sweat. I tried to calm down but when you are sobbing it's harder than it looks like. In the corner I saw a tall shadow standing.
"They didn't treat you right.", the shadow said in a very low voice and took a step forward to the dimmed light.
He wore a camouflaged suit. It was suit tight that it emphesized his muscles. The black bandana underneath the suit's hood covered his eyes. On his left chest and on the belt was a dark blue mixed with purple logo. It seemed to be an outline of an animal. The whole clothing he wore looked like he was an assasin or something similar.
"I won't do any harm. I got you out of the hospital. The detective just thought you'de be in less danger here. He will bring you your clothes and probably ask you some questions about the other night. Try to relax mrs. Dark. Have a goood night.", he said, before I could even say something he jumped out of the window and disappeared.
I tried to get up onto my feet instead I stumbled and fell hard on the ground. I let out a small paniful groan as I landed on the hard floor. As I tried to get up I wanted to hold on the table but the table cracked and the vase fell down, splittered all over the place when it hit the floor. My knees felt weak as my head started to hurt. My vision got blurry and all I wanted was to scream.
Scream out from the top of my lungs to stop the pain. In preferance I started to sob. I had a huge pain in my whole body. Before I could even get down on my knees a strong grip catched me.
"Don't worry Nancy. I got you.", he said and picked me up bridal style.
I was already in a small panik bubble after I woke up in an unkown room wihtout any memory. The man picking me up made the bubble even grow bigger.
"Don't call me Nancy. I don't know you. Now let me down.", I demanded, tears dripping down my cheeks from fear.
My tiny arms trying to push the man in the suit away but he was so much stronger than me. He softly laid me down back to the comfortable bed.
"My apologies mrs. Dark. I thought it would be easier for you to talk to me if we are intellectually.", he apologized as he walked back to the door.
His shadow reminded me of the person before which made me really uncomfortable and at the same time also cozzy.
"You should get some rest. You had a rough day. I put all your belongings we had found, and don't need it for evidence anymore, on this armchair."
"Who are you?", my voice sounded shaky not knowing what is happening.
He narrowed his eyebrows, looking even more confused than before. He took slow steps towards the bed. He pointed with his finger next to me, asking me if he could take a seat on my left. I agreed with a slight nod, his soft blue eyes hypnotizing me.
"I'm Danny Loomer, the detective you met in hospital earlier.", he told me in a comforting way, even though what he was saying wasn't comforting at all if I can't remember about a thing.
I guess he could see how I felt with all the confusion written all over my face.
"Do you remember anything from last night, mrs. Dark?"
I just shook my head as response. He let out a deep sigh and turned on the light from the night side.
"How do you feel mrs. Dark?", he asked me a total different question as he got up and covered me with the white blanket.
I tensed up a little bit not feeling well him doing that. He is still a stranger at all and who knows if he really is working together with the police. But that one soft touch of his, I felt a strange burn, like a good kind of burn and somehow I felt safe around him.
"A little taken aback, I guess.", I answered his last question, looking down to my hands when all of the sudden I felt a sharp pain shooting through my brain after I saw the bruises on my wrists. I let out a muffled scream and tried to hold back the new tears.
"What happened to me?", I whispered more likely to myself but he still must have heard it. I saw the sorrow in his eyes.
"You should probably try to get some sleep. It was a long day for you mrs. Dark. I can tell you everything tomorrow after my middle shift. If you need anything there is a bell.", he pointed to it and continued: "When I'm not around, downstairs is a kitchen. I can prepare you some breakfast and store it in the fridge. If you got any questions or something else you will find some telephones with some number written on the note beside them."
Before he could leave I grabbed him by his wrist making him stop.
"Detective... I know we don't really know each other. But I'm scared. Really, really scared. Can you please stay in the room for the night? In case of an emergeny.", I asked my hands trembling from fear. "I think I can arrange something like that for this one night. I just need to figure out where the spare mattress is.", he assured, taking of his suits jacket and hung it up in the empty warderobe.
"If you don't have a clue where it is then just leave it, nevermind. Just promise me nothing will happen tonight.", I half whispered. He nodded in agreement as he picked up his jacket again and walked to the door. When he stopped, he hesistated for a second before he turned around to face me.
"I promise, this safehouse is totally secure. Night Nancy.", he promised and by leaving my room he turned off the yellowish lights.
Plopping down with my head on the pillow I closed my eyes. Feeling the pain in my body made it hard for me to fall asleep. Time to time the pain was getting stronger, making me whine in agony. Everytime a question popped up in my mind, my head wanted to explode or something was stabbing in my chest. Tossing around the bed I finally fell asleep.
I heard a loud sound from the outside, making me jump up from my sleep. Something in my head told me to get up and look around the house. I don't know what got up in my mind, somehow I got the urge to snoop around even though I'm not the person for it. Something was strange, I felt like I'm different, not the person I was before anymore. I know it sounds weird because I can't remember who I was before. Before I couldn't barely walk and now I felt like the strongest person and all I can think about is of revenge. Even though I don't know who or what happened. I just felt like I had to end this war.
As I reached the door I went out to the dark hallway. The stairs to get downstairs was on the otherside of the corridor across my room. Being downstairs in the living room, I had the urge to crack open the fruniture that was locked. Actually wanting to let go of that feeling, something inside me snapped. I hissed in pain, crashed down to my knees and lost control over myself. I let out a fearful scream and wondered how the detective did not come look after me. Probably he had an emergeny or something and was away.
I looked down to my trembling hands that now turned pale but my veins got into a darker shade of its normal blue. With all my power I had, I got up and looked to a mirror that hung across the couch. My actual brown eyes turned to a evil black even with the eyeskin. After seeing my pale body changing, my sight got darker and then I blacked out.
Okay, hello. This is the first chapter of my newest work. I want to try something complete different. No more fanfictions for me. I guess I'm getting older.
I am open for all your opinions. Please leave a comment or something. Also my mother language isn't english. Actually it's swiss german. If I have a lot of mistakes in grammar, I'm sorry, but I'm happy if you can show me where I made the mistake.
And one last thing. This story will get harder, more abuse, sex, and fights that's why don't blame me if you don't like it. I just wanted to say I made some expirience. If something happened to you too, I'm sorry. If anybody needs somebody, I am here for you.
Oh, and I try to post at least once a week. Since I have a full time job and a dog, writing is my hobby and to escape reality.
I would really appreciate it if you could recommend this story.
Thank you all.
In love -Tiffany F. xx