Continued from Alone in the dark - part1
I hung there, pressed tightly against the concrete wall, a torn asshole, a broken spirit, and blood and semen dripping from my anus down my legs onto a growing puddle on the floor. My eyes were tearing but I wasn’t crying anymore. They just wouldn’t stop pouring from my face. My mouth lay open as I breathed deeply. My eyes were open and I was staring at the dark outline of a door dimly lit from behind. My mind became blank as I stared into the darkness trying to forget it ever happened. The pain in my backside constantly reminded me though and when my thoughts drifted from staring blankly at the barely visible door they focused on the pain in my ass. It hurt more than anything I have ever felt. It hurt me both physically and emotionally which is why it was so important for me to forget the pain for now by staring at the door. I was going to get out of that door someday. “No matter how long it takes me, I will walk out of this hell” I thought to myself. I hung there and stared for what seemed like hours. Eventually my ass stopped leaking and the dripping at my feet ceased. I was a broken man. I hung there like that until I fell asleep.
When I awoke I had no idea how long I was sleeping so my concept of the current time of day was shot. I had no idea if it was the middle of the night or the morning. I felt tired and sore and if it wasn’t for the awful smell that just started I wouldn’t have even awoken. It was disgusting and made me vomit. Since my face was still pinned to the wall, the puke ran down my chin, onto my shoulder, and down my arm and back before dripping from my fingertips onto the floor. Vomit ran down my back into my ass crack and the bile caused me to wince in pain as it irritated my asshole wounds. The sudden burning sensation from my ass reminded me of the grave situation I was in and the urgency for my to get myself out of it. My body started pumping adrenaline and my mind started racing. “I need to find a way out of here” I kept thinking to myself. I had been chained to the wall long enough to know which parts of my body had the most flexibility. My head was pretty much stationary and had been for some time so my neck was aching. My left arm had a little wiggle room near my wrist but that was it. Most of my body was pinned down with straps or metal shackles so my movement was extremely limited. I tried and tried to continue wiggling my hands and feet free but with no luck. I contemplated the possibility of loosing different appendages to help free the rest of my body. They were wild fantasies. I was so tightly bound to the wall that there was no way for me to escape in this situation.
My stomach was grumbling and I really needed some water. I noticed the smell had dissipated. Just as I thought that to myself I started hearing some music off in the distance. It sounded like a car radio. I could hear what sounded like an engine. The radio was playing some type of metal.I called out “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE! HELP!” and so on. I heard the engine stop and so did the music. The door of the car swung open with a loud squeak which reminded me of an old Monte Carlo I used to have. I was afraid to yell because I thought it might be the guy who raped me previously. I hung there, motionless, attentively listening to the sounds echoing through the hallway. I could her some shuffling as if someone was walking around close by. I hear a door close followed by the sound of some kind of latch. I felt like time stood still between the noises I heard from outside. I still hadn’t made a sound since I last called out while the car was driving up with the music on. It seemed like it was a few minutes before I heard any other sounds but the next one I heard was some more shuffling. My situation took on a different turn when the next sound I heard was the sound of a toilet being flushed. The latch opened, the car door flung open and the engine started. The music blasted and the car drove away. What the fuck was that I thought? Am I in a public restroom someplace or is this just a room near my captor’s bathroom? I had no clue but I decided it would be stupid to not call out for help if I heard someone come again. No one came. I hung there until I fell asleep again. It wasn’t a deep sleep nor one you would really call sleep. It was more of a resting of the eyes while hanging pinned face first, spread eagle to the wall kind of sleep.
This half-sleep half-awake state lasted for what seemed like days. I was exhausted and no longer fought being trapped prisoner. My mouth was parched dry and my tongue was beginning to swell from lack of water. My eyes were dry and itchy and I could feel my eyelids scrape my eyeballs each time I blinked. I had very little energy left and had given up any hope of escape or rescue. I hadn’t heard any other noises for what seemed like days until I heard another drip. I was pissing down my leg again. I had no choice. I couldn’t hold it any longer. It was likely the last of my water though. It wasn’t much, just a trickle down my leg and a drip or two onto the wet floor. It was all I had left. My body felt like it was shutting down. I had lost most of the feeling in my feet and legs from being suspected vertically for so long without being able to move. I heard another noise in the distance. I was too weak to really do much about it. I started mumbling as loudly as I could but there was no way someone could hear me. It was another engine. No music this time. It pulled up to a similar sounding location as the previous vehicle and a door opened. It wasn’t the same door as last time. I remembered the squeak that reminded me of my Monte Carlo. This wasn’t it. I mumbled as loudly as I could in hopes that someone would hear me and come to my rescue. I hear shuffling of the feet at first and as it came close I recognized the sound. It was the clicking of the ass rapist’s boots! Oh fuck! I started to cry. He got closer and closer to the door and I could her him slowly dragging his feet on the ground as he casually strolled to my cell. The door rattled a little and Clang! It flew open.
I could only make out the shadowy figure that I previously saw. He walked behind me again and stood there. I just kept crying. Too my surprise he started fumbling with some of the straps that were binding me to the wall. He was unbinding me from some of the straps. My weight started to shift and I slid down the wall as the last few shackles remained keeping me there. The pain from my left hand holding all my weight almost ripped it off but my captor unshackled it before it popped off. I fell to the floor into a slimy puddle of half dried goo that had been seeping out of me. I couldn’t hold myself up. My neck was stuck in the same position it was in while I was trapped to the wall. I just laid there on the floor motionless. I heard a zipper and started to cry. I couldn’t move. I was freed from my chains but I couldn’t get up and fight this bastard. He started urinating on me. He peed all over my body and onto my head and face. I threw up again but nothing came. It was just a dry scratchy heave. The urine stunk and I was covered in it. I tried wiggling my arms to prop myself up but all I could do was wiggle them just slightly. I couldn’t even move them into a position that would allow me to get up. The man finished relieving himself on me and zipped up his pants. I had fallen onto the floor in kind of a jumbled unnatural position for anyone to be in. I was laying on my side with my face in the air like I was looking over my shoulder. This is how the asshole was able to piss over my back and my face. He stood there looking down at me like a worthless piece of meat and spit on me.
I heard him unzip his pants again and start masturbating. Oh god this fucker was sick. I was slowly regaining feeling back into my hands and feet and all I felt was daggers stabbing at my skin from the rush of blood and sensation. I was slowly able to get more and more motion back to my body parts and started trying to pick myself up. The moment I had an arm almost barely in a position to lift myself up my captor kicked the back of my head with his boot and continued rubbing one off over top of my head. I collapsed back down but didn’t stop trying to regain motion in my body parts. I wiggled my toes back and forth and started moving my ankle around. The guy standing above me came and grunted as he shot his load over top of my pathetic body sprawled out on the sticky floor. It stunk worse the the urine all over the place. I felt like getting up and kicking this guy’s ass but I didn’t have the strength or energy to do it. He zipped up his pants, clicked his fagot ass feet back over to the door, and left. The door made a loud clang noise as it shut and I heard that horrible clicking noise walking away back to the car. The engine started and it left. I was free from my chains but still locked in my cell. I disregarded the disgusting state I was in and continued my slow recovery of my body parts and movement. My neck was the slowest to get back to normal. I was stuck looking to the side for the longest time. Before I knew it, I had enough motion and strength to sit upright. It hurt my asshole doing so but it felt good to be half-way mobile again.
I crawled around the room searching for something to help me escape. I was about to give up when I bumped into something on the floor. I picked it up and fondled it in the dark and realized it was a flashlight. Perfect! I found the button to turn it on and click there was light. I could now clearly see I was in a square cell made of cinder blocks and the entrance was a heavy looking large metal door. The door had a metal handle on it with a button to press with your thumb to open it. It didn’t open. It must be locked from the outside I thought. The ceiling was concrete also and looked like it simply merged into the walls. The floor was the same way. I looked around and around that small room but found nothing to help me escape. My pockets had been emptied and my shoes removed. My shirt was torn almost off as were my pants. All I had was this damn flashlight. I started to fixate on the flashlight. What could I do with a flashlight? Beat this guy on the head with it I thought? No it was plastic and probably wouldn’t be enough to knock him out on the first blow. I’d surely lose any resulting struggle because of my weak condition. Maybe I could take it apart and use some wires in it to strangle him! No that would be just as much struggle. The only option I had was to hit him on the head as hard as I could and try my best to escape. So I waited for him to return. I sat there, ready to pounce for the longest time and eventually drifted off to sleep.
