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When he finally stops beating me, I feel as if my body and my soul are equally broken. I can’t move. It hurts to breathe, leading me to think that he’s broken my ribs.
Caleb is the one to pick me up when Roger storms out of the room. I still don’t know where Tyr has been taken.
"Shhh, Nova. I'll try to ease the pain once I can get you to a bathroom," he whispers into my ear after he picks me up as gently as he can.
I can do nothing more than whimper and cry, the jostling with each step only making the pain worse. Once we get to a room with nothing more than a sink, he sits me down on my feet. There is no shower or bathtub in any of the restrooms that I've seen while cleaning, so he uses his hands to pour cold water onto my back.
Not doing more than slightly calming the pain, Caleb does the best he can with what is provided. Taking me by the hand, he leads me to my room.
He tucks me into bed on my stomach, then leans down as if to kiss me. I promptly turn my head away from him, but instead of kissing, he whispers in my ear. "Laying on your stomach will help your back. Tyr will come back later tonight. Don't worry, Roger won't wake up for a while. We got a plan." He winks at me and leaves.
Edward the VII
Once in a great while, the video room isn’t enough space for what Roger wants to do. Sneaking around and leaving your room is a big deal to him. But being alone with a woman is even bigger.
Roger has me march to a new destination with a knife to my throat, making sure I don't try to get away. This area also has a camera set up. As soon as we get into the room, he cuts off my robe and puts the knife back into his pocket. I try fighting back, clenching my fists and attempting to punch him in the face, but he overpowers me. He kicks my knees out from under me, and I fall to the ground.
If I knew that this is where I’d end up after all this time, then I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this situation. There have to be other ways, other means.
He places me on a chair designed by Edward VII during the medieval times, specifically used for threesomes. I have a suspicion that isn’t what we’re about to do, nor will it be as pleasurable.
Using straps, he ties me down so I am bent over, ass up.
"I knew from the beginning, you were going to be a pain in my ass. So, my mission is to make it a pain in yours." Roger snickers from behind me. I watch him walk in front into my line of sight and grab a hammer off a shop-style table.
"Oh God, Roger. What are you doing, please? I won't do it again, I won't, I promise!" I scream and try to pull on my cuffs.
Without saying anything, he moves behind me and grabs one of my ass cheeks. Using one hand to spread them, and the other on the hammer, he spits on my ass. It isn't enough– it will never be enough lube. I never imagined that he could be this cruel. He never has been before.
"Nooo!" I cry. Roger shoves the handle of the hammer into me. This is pure torture. The handle sinks in about three inches before he pulls back, and pushes it back in. He repeats this over and over. No amount of movement and no amount of medication will ever fix the memories.
"See, you little fucker? This is what it feels like to be a pain in the ass. I'm going to ram you till you bleed!" He laughs maniacally.
"You're a sick son-of-a-bitch, Roger! Sick!" My arms and legs start tingling and finally go numb. I can feel my ass clench the handle each time that he pushes it in.
"Take it, take it like the little bad boy that you are! You will never, I repeat, NEVER, sneak out again!" Leaving the handle where it is, poking out, he grabs the knife out of his pocket. Using my back like a cutting board, he slices multiple times. I can feel the blood rolling off my back and down my ribs, before dripping off my body onto the chair and floor.
Using the handle once again, he penetrates my asshole harder than before. I can feel my insides being pulverized, making me sick to my stomach. Roger yanks it out, letting it clatter to the floor, and walks out of the room. I’m sure I’m swollen and bleeding, but I can’t tell for sure.
Caleb finds me moments later, tears falling down both of our faces. He uncuffs my arms and legs and helps me stand. "Come on, brother, let's get you cleaned up."
Reminiscing
The brutality of my 'punishment' has me reminiscing about Aimee. The memory is from right after I moved to the Keys and we befriended one another.
"Nova, I know you've never been hit like that, but it doesn't mean others have had the same luck."
"No, I get that, but like.." I trail off, lost in thought. "Could it really be that horrible? Who could do that to a child?"
"You would be surprised." She looks away from me, traveling through her own thoughts. After a while, she peers at me; we both sit on my bed in my new room. She whispers so softly that at first, I don't hear her. "Nova… I've been raped and beaten before. It happens to more people than you think."
I stare at her, bewildered, not knowing what to say.
"I was nine years old, and we were at a family reunion. I was hiding under the table from all the people I didn't know. My Uncle Karl kept giving me these weird, toothy grins. It was creepy." She grimaces. "Well, I didn't know that he had been locked up and released a week before the reunion. Shit, I don't know if anyone even knew what he was locked up for, just knew that he was. Anyway, I was wearing a purple skirt, pink panties, and an awful blue shirt." She looks at me, making sure I’m making the same facial expression about her color choices.
"He followed me down the hallway of the memorial hall we were at and came into the bathroom with me. He locked the door behind him and pinned me to the sink. He sat me on it and proceeded to rip off my panties, and then raped and beat me with his fists. I didn't just sit there thoug., I kicked and screamed, and scratched his face until it was bloody." She stops talking, remembering how horrible it was.
"When he was done, he left me on the floor in a puddle of my own blood. My cousin Jude was the one to find me. She was barely 17, yet she instantly knew what happened and screamed for help. I woke up in the hospital, where I stayed for a week, healing from all the internal injuries." By now her face is red and blotchy from crying.
