“Okay. End up dead like Carol Ann, then. Who do you want me to notify to come identifyyourbody?”
Sighing my resignation, “Fine, Harrison. I will come by and see your so-called proof. Then I’m leaving and you will leave me alone.”
“Whatever,” he replies with contempt. “Just be here tomorrow night at nine o’clock after I get off from work.”
“I mean it, Harrison. After this, you have to leave me alone.”
“Yeah, you said that,” he snaps before hanging up on me.
I’ve beenon autopilot at work again today. My mind knows I have to find a way out of this funk, but there’s nothing to make me happy. I somehow make it through the hum-drum day that has become my existence and I’m on my way back to my condo before I remember that I’m supposed to go to Harrison’s house tonight. Groaning in frustration and exasperation, my mind wages an inner war on whether I should go. At the last minute, I decide to get it over with and hold him to his word to never bother me again.
He calls for me to enter when I knock on his door and I walk through the darkened house to find him. “Harrison?” I call out into the blackness.
“In here,” his muffled voice calls from the bedroom.
I approach cautiously, obviously not trusting him as far as I can throw him. When I enter his room, I feel his arms encircle me from behind, the awful stench of his breath flows across my cheek as his puts his mouth close to my ear.
“It’s about time you got here, little girl,” he scoffs. “You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
The stale stench of cigarettes and whiskey permeate his breath and I have to consciously stop my gag reflex from taking over. Twisting and turning, I try my damnedest to break free from his grip but he just keeps squeezing tighter. The panic starts welling up deep inside my chest. I know what’s coming next. He’s going to tie me up and do whatever he wants to me. The very thought of him touching me makes me sick to my stomach.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he jeers. “Ol’ Harrison has plenty for you. I need to finish up with her first,” he inclines his head towards the bed.
In the darkness, I can just barely make out a figure lying on the bed. My stomach roils and I have to consciously fight back the urge to vomit. There’s another woman in his bed. She’s tied up and has a ball-gag in her mouth. I can’t see her face very well since my eyes haven’t adjusted to the dim light yet, but from her frequent sniffles, I know she’s crying.
Harrison suddenly jerks me up in the air and I wildly kick my legs, trying to come into contact with any important part of his anatomy. He’s so strong, and I’m so weak from not eating, that I’m no match for him at all. He deposits me into a chair that’s directly in front of the bed and he slaps me hard across the face. It temporarily stuns me as he straps me in so tightly that I can’t move at all. The taste of coppery blood fills my mouth, and uncaring where I am, I spit it out in the floor of Harrison’s bedroom.
This earns me a slap across the other side of my face.
“You stupid bitch!” he yells. “You’ll clean that up before we’re done here.”
He climbs back over the silent form on lying on the bed and I hear her whimper as he settles in between her legs. “Sophia gets to watch us, baby. She knows she has to share me. I’m too much man for one woman to handle.”
As I think back over all these encounters he’s made me watch when he brought other women home to fuck them, it makes me sick all over again. Harrison said this is how it was supposed to be. But now I know better. I know that my Dom would never do this to me. He explained to me how it should be, he showed me what real love is, and he promised I’d never have to share him and he’d never share me.
The only thing that’s running through my mind now is how I can get out of this house before Harrison finishes with her and starts with me. He removes her ball-gag and she begins moaning in pleasure. Bored, I look around the room and let my eyes adjust to the darkness more. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and feign indifference as I work relentlessly at freeing my hands.
My wrists are raw from the constant rubbing of the insides of the restraints, but I’ve managed to get one hand free. Harrison’s grunts are gaining in volume and tempo, so I know he’s close to finishing this round and I don’t have much time. Tugging and pulling on the other restraint, I finally free my other hand and bend to unfasten the ones around my ankles as quickly as possible.
Harrison rolls over off the other woman and folds his arm across his eyes. Within a few seconds, he’s snoring and she’s out like a light, giving me time to get free and escape from the house before he wakes up. Moving silently through the house, I open the front door just as I hear Harrison yelling for me. Running in a dead heat, I think I’m in the clear as I reach my car when I’m suddenly yanked backward by my hair.
“You’re not going anywhere, bitch!” he growls in my ear. “It’s your turn, sweetheart.”
I scream at the top of my lungs and he twirls me around, backhanding me across the face and knocking me to the ground. There is only blackness and bright starbursts in my vision field now. Sluggishly trying to move, I feel like I’m watching a slow motion film where I’m the main character. I feel a hard thud and realize I’m knocked back to the ground as he continues to hit me and his hand wraps around my throat. Suddenly, Harrison is lying on top of me, tearing at my clothes with one hand while squeezing my throat with the other.
When I think back to all the abuse I’ve endured at this man’s hands, all under the guise of being a Sir who loves me and was training me, I feel more than foolish, stupid, and naive. I don’t even know where to begin to start fixing this mess now, but I know I don’t have the strength to fight him off any longer. I’m dizzy from all the blows to the head. I’m fatigued from lack of food and I just don’t care any more.
I’ve dealt with all that I can take.
Harrison’s screams fill the night and I struggle to open my swollen eyes. I have no idea what’s happening now. All I know is I’m confused, dazed, and heartbroken. A familiar voice calls to me, low and soothing, telling me to hold on and that help is on the way.
I must be hallucinating or dreaming. I know that voice, but I know it can’t really be his.
