E15: Apologies

RUTH WALKER:

I woke up after a great difficulty flinching hard. Every fibre in my body hurts. The blood is clotted now and I feel pain all over me.

I could feel his presence in the bed with me, which is rare because we never sleeps in! He fucks me, uses my body like a whore, chains me to the bed and goes away.

I didn't open my eyes, just blinked a few times zooming out in between.

He didn't even spare his time to bandage me at least! All my wounds were open and raw with the clots, inviting the infection.

How long have I been gone?

"An hour and a half!"

The answer came right at me and I finally decided to open my lids and follow my gaze to lock up with the owner of the voice I heard.

He was glaring right back at me.

Lying in the same bed as me, shirtless showing off his broad chest and chiseled abs, giving a competition to the Greek god.

I hate the fact that I ever found him attractive like that.

It was a sin to be so beautiful and creepy, both at the same time. He should be banned from walking the earth.

"That's not possible."

He announced suddenly, sipping on the coffee mug he was holding,

"Until you're breathing, the heavens cannot dare to even think of taking me away."

He is doing that shit about reading my

mind.

Again!

How does he even do that?!

And he thinks he is going to heaven after all the things he did?

"I don't crave heaven when I am with you, amore!"

He suddenly creeped up against his sides and traced my lower lip lightly.

Just stop reading my mind, Erickson Roerig!!

"I have your brain cells connected to mine. They give me signals of what's going on in there, down to what you're thinking!"

He answered all the questions forming in my head with that.

I wanted to roll my eyes so desperately at him but I only sighed closing my eyes, holding myself back from doing so.

My past experience has told me two rules,

Don't try to mimic him.

and

Don't roll eyes on him.

Or else, he would fuck me against the nearest surface possible.

Soon he made the hot cup he was drinking from to touch against my cheeks and I immediately flinched hissing with the burning sensation.

"Don't you dare to zone out on me while I'm talking!" He glared.

"I can never zone out while you talk! You kind of never leave my thoughts!!" I said realising that I shouldn't have.

He chuckled monstrously tilting his head to his side, "I like the way you mock me everytime after I deal with the shit you create."

"That's called abusing, Erickson Roerig!!"

And he glared at me in the creepiest way possible.

Fuck my tongue!

I immediately regret talking back to him.

Unexpectedly, he just took a deep sigh and handled me the cup he was drinking coffee from,

"Have it. You've not had anything in your stomach since you were brought here!"

He ignored my talk back.

That only scares me, Erickson Roerig never ignore anything that offends him.

Whenever he does that, it means he is

planning to do something horrible for me inside that creepy head of his.

"Planning to remain empty stomach? It's fine!"

He started taking back the cup when I snatched it back in my hands with a quick movement.

"No!"

And I sipped onto it.

Whatever it is, I'm hungry!

Very Hungry.

He gave me a deep stare. His eyes bloodshot, his jaw clenched, his eyebrows twitching.

Every time he looked at me in that way, he gives me the kind of creeps I can't define in words.

I wonder what he used to think anyways,

everytime he looked at me like that?

Creepy Dude!

ERICKSON ROERIG:

Times like these, I cannot just stop staring at her.

So is so fucking irresistibly beautiful. One can never ignore her and I hate it! I hate how she makes me feel.

It's like I want to own her. She makes me weak for herself and I can't afford to be weak.

Fuck, I hate it so much when she looks so cute!

RUTH WALKER:

God!

I HATE HIM!!

I HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH!!

I screamed mentally to myself looking at him from the brim of the cup hiding away my quivering lips and twitching jaw from the anger inside me.

"I HATE YOU TOO!"

He said and snatched away the cup from my hand because now the king decides that after starving for the whole day I was good to go having a few sip of his tasted coffee.

Whatever!

May you rot in hell demon!

He got up and walked back to the drawers at the corner of the room meanwhile I took a heavy breath of relief

Thank god, he got away from me or else, I would have had a cardiac arrest anytime sooner.

I touched my jaw.

It hurts so much.

How was I still conscious?!

I wondered

And then I touched my belly, whispering to my kid.

"Baby? Are you okay? If you're there kick" I paused for a moment, not sure if my body can take it, "...me!"

There came no response.

Weird.. It never happened until now.

Whenever I would ask my baby to kick, it would. Sooner or later.

Maybe the stars wasn't with me in this moment and so the coincidence didn't make up for it.

I placed my hand over my stomach and lean a little down closer to my belly.

"Baby? Are you there? Can you please make mommy feel your presence?!"

And nothing.

My heart started sinking down.

This can't happen.

I lost everyone.

Every single person on earth who loved me was taken away from me and I was now left with only psychopaths who hates me and wouldn't rest until I disappeared being broken.

This kid inside my womb was my last hope for me to keep breathing.

"Baby please. Just one kick. I promise I'll bear with the pain. Just please once let moma know, that you're there."

I said it out and so, Eric turned around,

walking towards me with a clit clamping

tool in his gloved hands, and some ropes and handcuffs.

I don't care about that anymore as I was fearing the death of my unborn child inside my own womb.

I started crying hard hugging onto my belly.

"J- Ju- Junior- Junior Lewis?"

And it gave no response, completely silent.

Eric was soon up closer to my face as he removed a few strands of my hairs falling all over my face and stroke my cheeks with the tips of his fingers.

"Hush! Baby don't cry." He said, his knuckles slowly going down my face soothing my cries as I stared back into his eyes with fallen hopes, "Your Junior Lewis is still there...."

He whispered. His voice seemed so affectionate in this moment, somehow filling my heart with hopes, to see my Brian living inside the outcome of my motherhood.

He slowly went his hands down to scoop my wrist inside his fist and used one of the cuff-links he was holding to secure my wrist to the headboard.

I looked at him a little shaken as his next words, shattered my ray of hopes too.

".....Dead, I suppose!"

He said coldly and immediately scooped my other hand to secure it with the other side of the headboard.

And in no time I was tied tightly to the bed with nowhere to run or struggle to.

"No! NO!!"

I started throwing my legs when he got up with the ropes and tied both of them apart from each other to the either ends of the bed.

"ER-I-C, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO!!"

I started screaming but he only part my

legs apart to attach the clit clamping pins to my pussy lips, spreading open my vagina for his better access.

"No! PLEASE ER-I-C, NOT AGAIN!"

I screamed loudly started to cry. I cannot go through the rape again after the death of my baby. My baby was still inside me. Breathing or not!

"PL-E-A-SE, DON'T! Don't r-a-p-e m-me again!"

I cried biting my lower lip as he came hovering over my face after tying me up into a star and hit my cheek hard.

"Rape?!"

He chuckled like an evil monster, his fingers going over his shiny hairs, he grabbed my jaw and glared back into my eyes with his ghostly ones.

"I was done raping you two days ago. Right now, I just have to get rid of this little annoyance taking place inside of you!"

My eyes grew big after hearing him. He took a look at my tear soaked face and finding me appealing enough, kissed my lips, giving my lower lip a deep passionate suck.

"Please!" I sobbed

"I'll do whatever you want! If you want me to become your whore, I'll do it. For the sake of my baby, I'll do anything and everything it takes, Eric, please... I beg you, d-don't hurt my child!"

He got up from sitting above my abdomen and I took a deep breath as soon as his weight got lifted from over me.

"Remember Rodger?"

He suddenly said, wiping his blood stained surgical gloves. He got them from touching me as I was already soaked with dried and wet blood all over me.

"The cannibal kid who almost ate you?"

He refreshed my memories and the horrible flashes of my screaming and struggling that night crossed my brain cells like typhoon.

He chuckled looking at my dead expressions as he knew I remember Rodger better than anything now.

"Well I brought him here after they told me that we have a kid being expected out of you!"

He said and started laughing hard, meanwhile I just kept crying.. That is all I do now.

CRY!

"Oh god!" He says, his laughter dying down slowly. "Rodger was playing with one of my buisness friends flesh inside his mouth when I heard the news. And you know what the poor boy said?"

I don't want to know, I can guess already!

"He wants to eat your baby!" He said with a creepy smile pulled across his lips.

"So I brought him along. You know, he is my favourite pet and how much I adore him right? I can't be a bad daddy and not fulfill my kid's wish!"

He said and turn towards the door and click his fingers twice. The door flung open and two of his trained hulk bodied men in black enter the room with a boy soaked with the blood of humans he ate, with a leash around his collar, crawling on his four inside the room.

He looked more like an animal than a human. A very worse kind of human. His one eye was out of his socket, his lower lip was cut off, one of his hand had two fingers and the other one had three. His flesh was chewed out from places.

He looked like this because he has been locked up inside the chamber of horrors ever since birth, being starved for days and given visual tortures upto the point that he started eating himself.

I immediately started to struggle as soon as I saw him.

"Aren't you happy to see her again Rodger?" Eric chuckled tilting his head to his side again and the guards loose his leash so Rodher jumped over at me starting to bite my flesh.

"Aaaaaaahhhh! Nooo!! please Eric?! Noo!!!"

I screamed thrashing around pulling hard onto the ropes and the handcuffs as Eric let him pound over me for a few more seconds before grabbing onto his leash and yanking up his neck getting him off of me.

The bite marks on my flesh with the dried blood, got soaked again and Rodger had just pulled out a junk of my flesh from my left shoulder. I started bleeding hard as I saw him chewing onto my flesh inside his mouth.

"Relax Rodger baby, I have something better for you!" Eric pet his head with affection and like a good dog, Rodger sat on his four being a good boy.

"Get a tight grip over his leash. I don't want this to happen again!" Eric glared at his guards and they bowed down.

I HATE HIM!

HE CANNOT DO ANYTHING WORSE THAN THIS TO ME!

Suddenly, he climbed over my body again, his head hovering over mine and tilt his head to his right.

"Do you really think I can't do anything worse?"

"E-"

My eyes popped open as soon as I felt his five fingers all at once entering inside my vagina slowly.

"No! Eric, please.. NO!"

I screamed, this wasn't the first time his fist was inside me but right now, I know it wasn't for sex.. It was for something else.

He fanned his warm breath over my sweaty face and warned,

"It would hurt a little bit!"

And I know it's gonna hurt a lot because he never gives me a warning.

His entire arm followed after his fist entered inside of me and I started screaming and throwing around loudly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh"

He open his five fingers after his complete fist was inside my uterus and then closed it again.

"Aahhh.. NOOO! STOOOP!!"

I cried loudly as he swayed his wrist here

and there inside my womb and landed a tight punch reaching the end of my uterine wall.

I jerked my body upwards, puking blood, my eyes going weak. I want to die now! PLEASE!!

"NOT SO SOON SWEETHEART!"

He roared at me full of hatred, calling me with an 'English abbreviation' now and punched against my uterus again, harder than before, breaking my insides!

"STOP!"

I jumped up throwing up more blood.

He open his fist, and then closed it again and punched me again, hard.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhh!"

"This is for driving me insane."

He punched again.

"For making me leave my work and think about you!"

And he hit again.

"For making me realise that I have a fucking WEAKNESS!!"

"Ughhh!" I grunt, the metallic taste is all I feel, all I remember.

I lost my whole family five years ago, it wasn't enough for him to punish me

I lost my husband today, it wasn't enough for him.

I lost my little daughter today, it wasn't enough for him either.

I lost my foetus too, and it wasn't enough of the punishment yet!

It was my 25th birthday today. And look what they gift me on my birthday. The worst present ever!

What more can be done worse than this?!

He did everything he could.

There was no more of horrible things left anymore for him to do with me.

I just want to die.

"UGHHHH!!"

I grunt again with the last punch as he streched out his fingers inside my womb and finds out the flesh he has been looking for.. my foetus.

"Found it!" He looked at me down, with a twisted smirk pulled across his lips as he pulled out the entire foetus alongwith the placental walls out of my system.

It hurts so much that I couldn't breathe

anymore.

I hurts so much that I couldn't scream anymore.

With dead eyes I looked at him, with tears flowing down my head.

I was proven a bad mother once again. I could again not being able to protect the child growing inside of me.

He gave me a crooked smirk and kissed my forehead soulfully.

"Now you're all fresh and new, Ruth Walker."

He laughed squeezing my blood soaked foetus inside his fist like it was a plum as it squirts blood out, kissing my lips.

I was too weak now to make out what's going on, giving up the battle of life.

"Rest for some days amore. You need it."

He said and climbed off of me. I swung my head to my right watching how the little boy jumped happily on his four watching the dead meat inside the fist of his master.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I saw him hatefully throwing it off to Rodger.

"Get my jet ready and call Dr. Scherzinger!"

He commanded one of his guards getting himself a cigerette with his hands wich just bathed with the blood of me and my baby.

The last thing I saw was how a twelve year old boy ripped my foetus using his fingernails and ate it all chewing on it happily before I closed my eyes, hoping to descend to heaven.

I have to go there and say sorry.

To my mother.

To my father.

To Rhys.

To Alan.

To Noah.

To Brian.

To my little Iris.

And the kid that was never born.