Owned By A Rapist... (Part Ten)

“We’re lucky.”

But was I really lucky by escaping death? Only time will tell.

My body felt like stone, so heavy and weak I didn’t have the strength to move any part of my body; the self-inflicted torture would continue. My eyes rolled behind my tighten lids trying to open, struggling to fight them open I finally won the battle; they lifted open gently exposing my cloudy surroundings. My eyes were sore and blurry as I tried on concentrate them on what was happening. I heard nothing except my heart beating in my ears and the dripping of the malevolent water dripping from the tap. I tried to calm my heart beat when it sped up as I was thrown back into reality!

My eyes didn’t fight themselves open this time; they bolted open to reveal pure chaos.

The water drained, the bath curtain rattled, the terrified arrangement of objects; everything was three times as loud in my ears and everything was travelling fast. When I concentrated I took my first breath which was a splutter, bring all water up from my lungs and coughing it onto the floor. Now my lungs went wild, they were on fire! Everything now was painful, breathing, opening my eyes, this was hell.

I squealed aloud in pain when Logan hectically came into my eyes sight, breathing as deeply as I was. He looked shaken down, scared and very sweaty; I looked closer his milky complexion was dead white this surprised me. After moments of a silence panic took over him again when he knew I was ready to be interrogated, but before he opened his mouth I started off the questionnaire.

“A-a-are you-u ok-k-kay” it was hard for me to speak, he spluttered out “Am I okay?” he seemed surprised, when I nodded slightly, this was hard to do too “I’m fine” he voice was shaken so it was hard to believe, he now spoke gibberish which I could not understand. He was catapulting hundreds of questions at me which began to frighten me “Are you okay? – What happened? – What were you thinking? – Are you feeling okay?” He blurted questions so fast I could only pick out four and make sense of the muddled slurred words. I was starting to feel uneasy “calm” I demanded, he took my advice and tried to calm himself for a few moments but it didn’t help him. The panic bubbled back up inside of him. “What happened?” I was silent “Are you okay?”

“No” I muttered “Why body is going through hell and so is mind”

“Want me to get you anything?” The cool words floated from his lips, causing me pain “No, just get me out of this” he looked confused. “Please please pleaseee Logan! I don’t want to live like this anymore! Please” I begged and pleaded as I started to cry, he let of a soothing sound “Calm down, everything will be okay” He rested his finger tips on my forehead and stroked down to my cheek then back up again “Shhhh Lily Shhhh” I now didn’t move a muscle  or speak, I closed my eyes as the silence sunk in.

.... “I’m going to die” I couldn’t see Logan’s reaction but I knew his face was wondrous and slightly panicked again.

Isn’t it funny how paralyzing silence can be?