Bab 64: Part LXIV

Extreme hunger, thirst, pain, weakness are all feelings I'm experiencing right now plus I feel I'm going crazy but I don't have the strength or will to fight to remain sane.

I can feel myself slipping away slowly and can actually stay strong but I don't want to. It's better this way, peaceful. This dark silence haunts me as I sometimes hear her voice echoing in the room scaring the shit out of me and I find myself laughing alone too which is actually fun.

My life's a freaking comedy, funny how I just figured that out thinking it's a tragedy.

"Oh Crystal!" She says in a high-pitched singsong voice but I remain still, weak and contemplating if it's really her this time or my head playing tricks on me.

"Missed me?" I hear her voice close to my face and her strawberry breath fanning my cheek settles my inner dispute, she's real this time. I try to get scared and panic but nothing happens as I just lay weak and numb.

"No? Hmph! That's too bad because I missed you so much." She says and drags her chair close to me, sitting afterwards.

"Water." I whisper sounding more like a croak through my painfully dry throat.

"What's that?" She's laughs, "did I turn you into a frog unknowingly?."

"Water," I plead after clearing my throat a little, sounding clearer than before but weak, "please."

"Argh!" She grumbles, "fine, open your mouth."

I do as she says immediately and then feel something warm and thick drop on my tongue which I desperately swallow, only to realise it's saliva from the stickiness and taste. I spit out immediately and gag while she erupts in a really loud and long laughter that makes me want to just yank off her head.

"What do you think?" She asks after recovering from her fit, "do I taste good? Do you think he'd enjoy kissing me?"

"Who are you?" I decide to ask rather than answer that very disturbing question.

"You don't have to know that." She responds like a child talking to another child she doesn't like.

"What then do you want?" I ask again, tired of all the mystery and silence.

"Him." She answers and I'm surprised she hasn't caused me any pain by now.

"Who's he?" I ask and she huffs then I feel my hair pulled really hard that I could feel some strands uprooting, she bends my neck to one side and comes really close to my face.

"Don't you dare question me young lady." She growls in my face but I don't flinch even a second, not feeling the tiniest bit of fear. Fear takes too much energy I don't have.

"I want to play." She giggles after a few seconds and let's go of my hair then I hear her footsteps retreat then approach, stopping by my side. Bipolar bitch.

"In order to win this game," she says while I feel my top get torn off me, I try to resist and stop her but my body stays strapped to whatever is keeping me down and I can barely move an inch. "You have to guess the words." She says and I feel my jeans get torn off me as well, leaving me bare in bra and panties.

"What words?" I ask in fear of the unknown, although not as scared as I usually am.

"Wow!" She breathes out and runs her finger along my chest and belly, "you're really beautiful."

She proceeds to tearing off my bra making both of us gasp, then I feel her touch my right nipple, rubbing it slowly.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a nervous shaky voice and she responds by sucking on it making me release an unintentional moan as my body responds to her touch. Why is my body responding.!

I really should have let Sean have his way with me then, to release this pent up libido.

"Stop it," I say in a tiny voice, "please."

She ignores me and keeps sucking while one hand finds its way into my panty and touches my clit, rubbing on it. I push my thighs together out of reflex as tears form in my eyes and I sniff.

Immediately, she withdraws her hand and stops sucking, leaving me surprised and braced for a painful attack.

"You're crying." She states the obvious and I stay quiet, confused about what to say, "why would you cry when I'm only trying to make you feel good?."

Her voice sounds hurt and angry and I shake my head slightly, not knowing what to do.

She screams, not the physical pain kind of scream but the frustrated type and I feel the earth shake as a sharp pain pierces straight into my ear drums from her insanely loud scream. I want to cover my ears but my body is still bound and I soon feel a warm liquid trickling out of my ears, blood.

All at once, she stops screaming and I move my head trying to see something, anything at all but to no avail. Suddenly, I feel a knife stab into my right shoulder and I scream in utter pain and suffering and immediately, she stabs the knife into my second shoulder.

My scream only gets louder by the second as I feel my arm become limp.

"I hate being rejected!". She screams in my face as I cry uncontrollably, the pain in my arms surpass the other previous ones.

"Since you don't like pleasure," she says, not screaming anymore but sounding a little bit angry and excited, "let's go back to our game. Guess the words."

"Wh-what w-words?". I ask with my cracked voice, feeling pain everywhere, scared of getting whatever words she means wrong.

"These words!". She laughs loudly and immediately I feel a knife pierce my legs and I scream in anguish as it moves in a weird way, not piercing deep into the flesh nor along, just strange.

"Guess the words!!!" She screams and that's when I realise she's writing words on my skin, she's incising some words in my legs and all I can do is lay still and enjoy the pain.

"Guess!!!!" She screams and laughs, obviously enjoying every bit of it and I wanna guess what she's writing but the pain drags away whatever concentration I try to gather.

On and on she goes writing on my right leg and I start to feel myself faint but she seems to notice and digs the knife in deeper bringing me back to consciousness as I scream and shout and try to break free worthlessly until she's done.

"Aw!" She says happily and claps then touches my breasts again with her hand that now feels wet, my blood. "I made you even more beautiful. I'm such a great artist."

I can feel the blindfold around my eyes already wet from all the tears, my arms unable to move and my legs seem to be on fire.

"Go to sleep sweetie," she says and I start to feel myself lose consciousness once again, "I'll see you some other time, don't miss me too much." With that, I hear the knife drop to the ground and she plants a kiss on my lips, laughing loudly and joyfully you'd think she's the happiest person on earth.

An expected darkness clouds me and I finally pass out but not completely as her laughter echoes from a distance and soon, I feel myself joining in.