His play thing

Selena

 It was quiet, too quiet. But then again, I was locked in a panic room and in that psycho murderer's basement.

 My wrists were burning from where I'd been struggling against the leather of his belt, but I didn't stop. I kept twisting, pulling, feeling the bite of the strap, ignoring the sting because I had to get free. If I wanted a chance to escape, I couldn't just sit there and wait for him to come back.

 Finally, the belt slipped off and dropped on the soft rug. My wrists throbbed, they were bruised but I didn't care. I got off my butt and glanced around the room.

 Bare walls, a bed, a small table. Nothing useful, except... the bedside lamps. I grabbed one and weighed it in my hands. It wasn't that heavy and could break easily, but it was all I had, it would have to be enough.

 I went over to the door and stood beside it, waiting. I didn't know what I'd do after I hit him, or if it would even work, but sitting there and waiting for him to do whatever he had in mind felt like I was giving up already.

 But I wasn't. I had to get out. I had to survive. For my family.

 I heard beeping coming from the other side of the door and I got into attack mode. I held my breath, tightening my grip on the lamp. 

 I had one shot. I had to make it count.

 The door opened and I swung with everything I had. But before the lamp could even reach his head, he grabbed my wrists, stopping me mid-swing.

 "What are you doing?" He asked in a voice that sounded bored.

 I tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron, and he twisted my arm until I cried out, the lamp slipping from my fingers.

 He tossed me backward against the bed and I hit my back against the wood, feeling the air get knocked out of my lungs.

 His black eyes were watching me, like I was some pathetic thing he couldn't believe was still trying. But I wasn't done yet. 

 I scrambled up, attacking him with my fingernails, clawing and scratching. That did nothing. He caught me easily and twisted my arm behind me until I screamed out in pain.

 "It's cute to see you try so hard." He whispered against my ear, his voice was so close. "But you don't also know when to give up."

 I blinked away the tears that were starting to blur my vision. "Why did you do it?" I choked out, feeling my throat tighten. "Why did you kill them?"

 For a moment, he just stared at me with those cold, hard eyes. Then he yanked my hair, forcing me to look at him.

 A tear escaped from the corner of my eye and ran down my cheek.

 "Oh, don't act innocent." He said in a low, almost mocking voice. "You know who your parents are. You know what they're capable of."

 "I know that my parents were good people. They didn't deserve to die like that. My little brother didn't deserve that either!" I snapped at him and his grip tightened even more.

 He laughed, a bitter, humourless sound that gave me goosebumps. "Good people? You think they made their wealth by being good? They've been swimming in blood money for years. Every luxury you've had, every bit of comfort... it was built on other people's suffering."

 "You're lying!" I spat, my voice was shaky but determined. "They're nothing like you."

 His expression darkened and I could sense a shift in his mood. If he was angry a second ago, now he was furious.

 "You're right. They're nothing like me, I'm by far merciless." He pulled my hair, making me lift my chin up so that I was staring back into those cold eyes. "Do you know what I'll do with you?" His eyes trailed down my face to my chest, lingering.

 I spat in his face. "Kill me instead!" I yelled at him. I'd rather die. I'd rather die a million times over before I'd let someone like him take my virginity. I was saving myself for Mikey, my body belonged only to Mikey.

 He wiped his face, unfazed.

 "You'll learn your place." He told me just before his lips came over mine.

 One of his hands was holding my head in place, while the other hand held both my hands behind me. All I could do was kick and scream into his mouth. He didn't stop or even loosen his grip on me. My kicks did nothing.

 The slightest chance I got, I bit his lip as hard as I could, smiling when I saw the blood. But then, he also smiled and licked away the blood.

 That was when I understood that it didn't matter what I'd throw at him, whatever drive he had was stronger and if he meant to make me suffer, nothing was stopping him.

 He threw me on the bed and got on top of me. His body was like a wall and fighting back hurt me more than it hurt him.

 He didn't bother kissing me again, rather he reached over and pulled up my gown, exposing my underwear.

 I gasped.

 "No! Please! Anything but that. I can't. I don't want it!" I kept sobbing and pleading, struggling under his weight.

 "Do you understand what your place is now?" He asked me, holding my gaze. "You're my plaything now."

 "No!"

 "And do you know what I do with my toys when I'm done with them?"

 I trembled under that menacing gaze, trusting every word that came out of his mouth because I could see it was the raw truth.

 "I get rid of them... permanently."

 He held me down and had his way with me. And as soon as he was finished, he got up and left me there without a word.

 My chest was heaving, my whole body shaking and throbbing. I slid down onto the rug, the reality of everything hitting me in waves.

 I took a breath, then another, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. I managed to get off the rug and make my way to the bathroom.

 I got under the shower and turned on the tap, letting the hot water pour over my body, washing away the feeling of his grip, the memory of his touch.

 I scrubbed my skin with my fingers, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't erase the anger that burned inside me. 

 It wasn't fear anymore or even grief... It was pure rage. I wasn't going to let him win. He thought he could keep me here, that he could break me?

 But I wasn't weak. And I wasn't going to let him reduce me to nothing. I'd get out of here. I'd find a way. And when I did... when I finally did... I'd make sure he knew exactly what it felt like to be powerless.