Reborn: Punishment
Reborn: Punishment
Once he pulled me from the hole I began to cry tears of joy. I was standing there naked, afraid and at the mercy of my kidnapper and yet I was overwhelmed with happiness to be free from my prison, even if I was not yet free from my torment. His words of punishment had not yet sunken in at that point….
My shadow man was tall and muscular. His size was intimidating and made me feel small. He was dressed in a black turtle neck, black pants and wore black gloves, boots and a ski mask. He smelled of nature, fresh cut grass, woods, trees and some sweet aura perhaps of flowers. It was a strange comforting smell.
He took my arm roughly and began to drag me down the long hallway. The floor was stone as were the walls. I noticed a few locked doors but it was mostly a straight hallway. There were other circular doors set into floor like my prison, atleast five maybe more the other direction. I briefly wondered if anyone was in them before being yanked forward harshly.
There was a faint light ahead that illuminated the hallway in an eerie fashion, sending shadows dancing across the walls. A chilling breeze blew through giving me chills and reminding me of my nudity. Was the hallway open to the outdoors? Maybe I could break free and run. I knew as soon as it crossed my mind, that it was foolish. I was weak, starved and tired. I could barely stand much less run. He was huge and clearly in shape I doubted I would be even able to get two steps away if I could even release his grip on me. But I wouldn’t give up, I’d bide my time and wait for my chance.
I tripped several times but he caught me before I ever hit the floor. He was rough and I was sure my arms would be bruised by the end of this. That was likely the least of my worries.
We finally came to steps leading to an upper floor. They were metal and freezing on my bare feet. I struggled to climb them. He grew tired of my weakness and finally just lifted me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs. He was so warm and it felt nice though I hated that it did. I wanted to fight. To push, hit, kick and bite but I just rested sluggishly in his arms.
At the top of the stairs we took the first door on the left. He flipped a bright light on as he sat me down. The room was shockingly white. White tiles across the floor and walls. Bright lights in the ceiling. It appeared to be a bathroom but for some reason reminded me of a sterile hospital room. Across from us there were metal bars running up the walls as well as bars on the ceiling. A metal stool stood under them. There was a shower next to them with a long hose and shower head. A beautiful claw foot bathtub was next to that.
A toilet stood to the left of us. A metal exam looking table was to the right with a table next to it. A lone door was near that.
While my eyes adjusted to the bright lights and took in the room I hadn’t noticed he had walked a few steps away so that when he appeared next to me again and spun me around I jumped. He didn’t speak but put a heavy chain around my neck. He attached the two ends together with a padlock. I felt like a dog having a collar put on. To this chain he attached another chain and pulled me by it across the room. He hooked the chain to one of the bars on the wall and took a few steps back.
I just stood there chained to the wall like an animal unsure of what to do or say. He made me feel uncomfortable and very naked as he just stood and stared. After a moment I hunched over wrapping my arms around myself to try and cover up or hide.
Swiftly he stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. I was stunned far more than I should have been. I cupped my cheek that felt red hot and felt the tears begun to run down my face.
“There are rules.” He spoke slowly with purpose. His voice was gruff and angry and I shook with fear at the sound.
“If you obey, don’t resist and behave you will be rewarded. If you don’t… there will be consequences. I will return you back to the hole if you prove not to be ready.”
The thought of returning to the hole put the fear of god into me. I knew right at that moment that I would do anything to not go back.
“Do you understand?”
I nodded my head quickly.
“You will be punished…often….and hard. You are deserving of punishment. We must first break you before you can be reborn.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer and began to shake and bawl my eyes out. It was an ugly deep fearful cry. I was right back to feeling sorry for myself. I had to be strong. I wanted to but I couldn’t. I was in a living nightmare and I just wanted to wake up.
He ignored my tears and put a bar of soap in my hands. He turned on the shower and begun to hose me down. The water pressure was strong and the water was too hot. I stood there crying for a few more moments before I got another hard slap. I felt the taste of blood from a split lip. I began to wash myself.
When I was finished he brought a towel and dried me off. I felt so ashamed and continued to cry now quietly.
He unhooked my chain and led me through the other door. This room had more tiles on the floor but painted walls that were a dark red that reminded me of blood. On one side of the room there were cabinets all along the wall. Each one was locked. I was sure I didn’t want to know what was in them.
The room was very clean and it surprised me for some reason. The only other things in the room were another metal bar along the ceiling and wall and a mattress on the floor.
Seeing the mattress there was only one thought that crept into my mind. Would it be over with quickly? I still hadn’t seen his face, maybe he would let me go after? I certainly was not a virgin but I wasn’t that experienced either. More tears came.
He hooked my chain to the bar along the ceiling. He walked over and unlocked one of the cabinets, I watched his every move.
When he turned around he had a long thin stick in his hands. When he got to me without saying a word he brought the stick down across my stomach. I yelped in pain. He watched my face as if he was enjoying my look of pain. He then brought it down again and again and again. Across my back, my thighs, my ass. He would pause and admire his handy work before giving me three fast whacks again, this time across my breast and arm.
I screamed until my throat was hoarse.
I lost track of how many times he hit me. My entire body burned as if it were on fire. I saw drops of blood splatter across the floor. If his wish was to break me he was succeeding.
He unhooked my chain and rehooked it to the bar on the wall above the bed and pushed me down. He climbed on top of my disheveled body and roughly put himself inside me. A few quick grunts and it was over. He stood up and left me alone. I surprisingly fell fast asleep.
I awoke who knows how long after to a hard kick to the side. He had already unhooked my chain and dragged me into the bathroom without even letting me stand up. He let me use the bathroom and then hosed me off in the shower. My wounds burned under the water. I cried and began to beg him to stop and let me go. The hole a distant memory in this moment. He answered my pleas with a few hard slaps across my face and a nice punch in the stomach to go with it. He dragged me by my hair back into the bedroom. Once my chain was attached to the wall he left only to return a few moments later. He had a bowl of cold plain oatmeal that tasted like heaven in that moment. He also gave me an orange which I savored every last bite of. He left me with a bottle of water as he took the empty bowl and left.
My days continued much the same. I still wasn’t sure the exact passing of time. I don’t think he visited me every day but I couldn’t be sure. I was hungry a lot but it wasn’t as bad as before. When he brought me food it was always cold oatmeal but sometimes there was fruit or veggies with it.
After the first few days he put me on a longer chain. I could freely go back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom. The doors were always kept locked. I thought of maybe attacking him when he entered the room sometime. Maybe I could catch him off guard. He was huge though and I was small and weak and broken. I didn’t even have anything I could use as a weapon. My best idea was just to wait until he let his guard down. Maybe he would get relaxed and I would have a chance….
I still felt weak and slept a lot. The beatings continued every time he would visit, as did the rapes. My body eternally ached. I had soreness everywhere. Sometimes I bled and bled. After he would visit me I began to fill the bathtub with water and have a long soak. It helped somewhat.
The beatings were never the same which made it worse. I never knew what to expect. Sometimes he used his fists or would kick me again and again. Sometimes he used objects to hit me with. A few times afterwards he must have drugged me and I would awake with bandages or stitches. Once he broke my leg. I had never had a broken bone before but I knew it was broken the moment it happened. I remember strangely that the sound hit me before the pain. After I had been drugged and awoke I had a cast on my leg.
It only made this entire thing stranger. He couldn’t have possibly taken me to a doctor like this, could he? Was he a doctor? Everything done to me looked legit and not just done by someone holding a girl prisoner but how would I really know.
Once while I was drugged I think I began to wake up alittle bit. I saw bright lights above me and heard muffled voices. I went in and out of this and it felt like the room was spinning and as if my body was so light it could just about float away. I could have been dreaming though.
He almost never spoke to me. He always felt angry at me though. His face, his eyes, the way he moved felt angry and forceful. He was always rough, dragging, shoving and pushing me around. After many many visits he began to make me follow his orders. He would make me get into position. Have me kneel before him. Sometimes he would make me get the tool he wanted to hit me with. I always did what I was told. I stopped complaining but I still would cry. Sometimes I felt like he was testing me, seeing how far I would follow his commands. I’d obey ofcourse, I wasn’t stupid. I knew if I didn’t it would just be worse for me and there was really no point in fighting. When it was the very worst I would just think back to the hole and somehow this was still better. I know it doesn’t make sense; it doesn’t really to me either. Having something, even if it were pure hell felt better than having nothing at all.
One day he came to me I was soaking in the tub just day dreaming of a different life maybe seeing the ocean. He seemed calm; there was a difference in him. He told me to get out and come into the bedroom. I quickly got out, dried off and followed after him.
When I entered the room he was laying nude on the bed. He wasn’t wearing his mask either. This had never happened before. He always wore his mask and clothes around me. Even during the rapes he never undressed.
He looked younger than I had imagined. His hair was a shaggy dark brown. His eyes looked actually sweet and gentle. He would definitely look handsome. It felt like I was staring at a different person. Like he wasn’t the same shadow man that had locked me away or the masked monster who abused and raped me…. No this was someone else.
But I ofcourse knew he wasn’t someone else and the realization of what this meant hit me hard. When you fall into a specific pattern and routine and something is now different, it shakes you deeply. This was not right. I could only imagine that it was over with…my death would come now. I was scared. I definitely felt fear overtake me. It shook me to my core and threatened to choke the life out of me. I held my breath frozen in panic. I thought of this moment before many times, thought that maybe I would feel relief when it came but I didn’t. I didn’t want to be here. But I wasn’t ready to die. What had been the entire point of going through all of this just to die? I stood before him and wept and wept.
He didn’t say a word for the longest time. He laid there letting me cry just watching me. It felt like he was letting me process my final moment. This only made it seem more so as if this were to be the end for me.
But finally he held out his hand to me and I didn’t resist, I walked to him and took his hand. He pulled me down on top of him, pulling one of my legs over so I was straddling him. Our naked bodies now together.
I am not really sure how but I knew what he wanted and I am even less sure of why I just did it. I took him inside me and rode him. I went slowly and it was so different than before. It was almost tender as if one would be with their lover, not with their kidnapper.
I am not really sure what was going on in my head. Why I was doing this. There was a small part of me hidden somewhere deep inside me that was screaming out that I was sick and wrong and betraying myself.
But another part was enjoying it. I felt a small part of freedom from this. His hands found me and for once were gentle. Passion flowed between us. We felt connected.
Maybe this was my release in a way. I let myself have a moment of freedom and in a way I had control even if it were merely an illusion.
When we finished, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and ever so gently washed my body and my hair. It was strange and a part of me was still ever so fearful that this was some new trick. But I also felt nice and atleast physically I relaxed. After the bath he wrapped me in a towel and told me to wait there as he left the room. It felt like he was gone for a bit of time. I stood in that spot unmoving the entire time he was gone. I didn’t even cross my mind to do so. My hair was mostly dry when he returned, now fully clothed but still no longer wearing the mask.
He smiled at me, in what seemed to be a genuine smile.
“I am proud of you. It is time for the next phase…nurture”
Posted Aug 25, 2016, 4:30 PM UTC · edited