She stood in the middle of the room. Waiting. For she knew of the troubles she had caused. Knowing her time for punishment was at hand. Her nakedness could not hide her tears. Could not hide her fear. It all seemed so unreal. Just a phone call. But that was all it took for her Master to be upset with her. He never understood she needed to leave. She needed to run. The bruises were hard to hide now. The torment he put her through. The cuts got bigger. The feel of cold steel upon her neck. Slicing. Stabbing. Her tears flowed freely, remembering that night. Seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was only a few days.
He had found the bags she had so carefully packed and hid. She had tried to be clever, but he always knew, always searched. The footfalls could be heard in the hallway, outside the bedroom door. Her time was at hand. With closed eyes she awaited what was to come for her. The door made a creaking sound as he pushed it open. And the world went black for just a moment or two. Her mind wandered back in time. To an earlier place. A safe place. A place she had known as a child.
She could hear the words he spoke, but as in slow motion, her mind far away, obeyed every command. As he told her to kneel, and slapped at her head, her mind saw herself as a child. Kneeling down. Sometimes with a book of fairies, in her corner, her safe haven.
He tells her to look up at him, look him in the eyes. Her head rising. Eyes obediently looking up into his. Seeing eyes of pure hatred.
The child....... is looking up from the corner, seeing those lil fairies flutter out of the book, into her fantasy land. A place she made long ago. A warmth surrounds her here.
He grabs the back of her hair, as his closed fist finds it mark upon her cheek. She almost topples over but the grip on her hair holds her steadfast, pulling her back towards him.
The child watched the fairies, flutter, and felt one light upon her cheek. She smiled as she watched it. Not an outside smile. On the inside. In her heart. The tiny wings so precisely and beautifully marked. She marveled at the delicacy. Wondering how God could have created such gorgeous creatures. Such happy, peaceful, lil people. Innocent children they were to her.
As he grabbed her up by the throat, he asked exactly what the hell she thought she was doing. With tremendous fear in her voice, in her eyes, she answered him. Knowing what damage telling the truth would do, but also knowing lying would probably be the end of her life this time. She had never tried to leave him before. Not even two nights before when he sliced and stabbed at her throat. "I was going to try to leave you, Master, while you were gone." She cowered, as much as his grip would allow her. His other hand reaching up, and taking a tight hold on her neck. Squeezing the air out of her. Blackness was starting to surround her.
The child backed further into the corner. "Where are you going lil one?" The closest fairy asked the child. "We are here to always keep you safe. You are one of us now. Spread your wings and fly with us. Let us show you the good things we have to share with you." The child looked again, and about her were tiny lil fairy wings, which had came from nowhere. They were as beautiful as the other fairies wings. They spread out and fluttered, and she was lifted, only slightly, off her feet. Half flying, half dragging her feet, with the fairies. ..smiles..
As he flung her frail body across the room, he cursed her. Her body and the wall joined together with full force and she slid off the wall and to the floor in an instant. He was on top of her like a panther upon it's prey. Pulling her up, again by her throat, toes dangling just above the floor. Pinning her small frame tightly to the wall. Blackness fading in and out yet again. He spat in her face. Told her what a fucking idiot she was. Nothing but a worthless whore. How well off she had it with him. How unappreciative she was of anything he tried to do for her or their son.
The fairies saw her strugglin to take flight. They knew this was the first of many journeys she would begin and have to struggle through. They surrounded her, and each took a lil hold on her, rising her up, into the air. She felt light headed. As if someone had exhausted in the oxygen to her brain. The leader of this pack of fairies, the one who had spoken to her earlier, whispered in her ear, "Relax my lil one, we will take care of you, guide your way, and lead you to be safe from harm."
The woman passed out, while he held her against the wall. But only for a few seconds. He had released his grip and again she fell to the floor. His boots kicking her. Not caring where they found a resting place on her body, as long as it was a direct hit somewhere.
The child still felt herself dragging the ground. Finally regaining the conciousness she had almost lost a minute ago. Flying through some thorny like bushes, she felt the stings of each thorn to her body. The fairies were soooo tiny. They needn't worry bout the thorns. They could fly through with no problems. She started to cry. "Lil one? Please, our flight will be over soon. I know the thorns are a problem and for that, I am very sorry lil one. But soon, you shall be happy, safe.
She watched her Master, as he again held the knife to her throat. Looking into his eyes, as he kept requesting her to do, making sure he had her full attention. "You do know what I'm capable of you fucking bitch. Don't you?, DON"T YOU?" She struggled to find her voice. A voice that had been lost so long ago. "Yes, Master, I do." She tried to look away, not wanting to see those eyes. The eyes of the devil. But he jerked her head back up. Making her stare into them. Wanting her to see his hatred for her in them.
She never could understand why he hated her as he did. She had tried to do everything in her power to make him happy. For six long years, she had tried to make this man, her Master, happy. But she was a failure. He had made her see that soo many times. A failure as a mother, a friend, a lover, and a submissive. Failure as a person.
The fairies had led the child to a field. Flowers blooming. Colors she had never seen before. Soothing colors. As they buzzed the field of flowers, tons of fairies arose up out of the blooms. Taking flight along side of them. All the child could do was marvel at the beauty.
Again his fist met her face, busting her lip. Loosing teeth. The salty taste of blood filling her mouth. Grabbing again at her hair, slamming her head into the wall, as he always had before. She knew the walls well. Could remember every inch her head had covered with it. Some spots, you could see little indentions, where her head had rested. His fist laid a few more blows. Paying no mind to the blood, the tears.
The headache began. And she began to cry. Tears streaming down her face. Trying hard to keep her screams from escaping her mouth. For that would be the ultiimate sin. She knew better. She had learned that sin a few years back, On a night that the someone had called the police. It was her fault they had come. Her screams. But, we lived the bdsm lifestyle, he told them, and she loved pain, craved it, begged for it. All i could do was agree. I knew not to go against him. And that night, he was content with her for once in a long time.
The child wept as she watched the beauty surrounding her. But something was hitting her in the head. She tried to look up, but something was falling from the sky. Looking around, there was nothing falling anywhere else, just on her. She looked at the lead fairy, puzzled.
"Nothing to fear, lil One. All our new fairies are welcomed with gold. They are showered upon with it, to make them sparkle." She said. The child looked down upon her arms, legs, hands, and her body, only to be amazed at how her tiny body shimmered with gold sparkles. She smiled.
"Now, Bitch, ever gonna try that again/", he shouted into her face. Blood sprayed out of her mouth, onto his face as she spoke, "No, Sir, I am sorry, Sir, never again." He finally released his grip on her. Let her half lifeless body slink to the floor. She curled into a ball and wept.
"Now, get the fuck up, we have company coming in an hour. If you so much as open your fucking mouth while they're here......." He didn't have to finish, she knew the ending well. All tooo well. "Yes Sir." The words as if rehearsed, flowed from her mouth.
The fairies lowered the child into the flowers. Fluttering about her. As if little kisses were placed upon her body. "Lil One? Our journey for today is over. You've made it through yet another one. But it won't be long, and you WILL be free. Free from your pain. Free to grow. Free to feel. But until then, we will always be here for you, just as we always have before."
I need tunes Copyright
© July, 2001
Reproduced by permission
of
I need tunes by AsYouWish122599