Bare Naked Skin Entrapped in a Basement for His Eyes Only.

A dark, uncertain blackout.

The continuous unsettling sound of cold condensed drops of water awoke me from the complete blank compartment of my dream. Why am I so cold? I embrace myself and sit in a crunched ball position as I watch the millions of goosebumps cover me. My eyes transfer down toward my bare naked skin, and I sit up almost immediately. The room is slowly coming together; I sit up too quickly and feel slightly dizzy. Once the room comes to a halt, I nervously take a 360-degree visual of my surroundings, only to clench myself tighter. Where am I?

Then I softly feel the side of my head. There’s a significant bump; when I bring the palm of my hand toward my bare naked skin again, I notice the dark-dried blood; my heart begins to race. I must have been hit in the head since I can’t recall a thing. Within a second, I’m quickly crawling to the closest concrete wall to me as I hear the click of a door handle unlocking and opening. Again, due to my lack of memory and uncertainty about what I’m doing here, my body begins to shake uncontrollably.

Despite my awful mental and physical state, I can’t help but wonder who’s coming. As I look towards the basement stairs, a silhouette appears within the shadows; large yellow timberlands appear in sight, approximately size 10 feet. Following a pair of paint-stained jeans and a red plaid sweater, his face illuminates under the fluorescent light. Why does he seem so familiar? “Hello darling,” he says with a sideways smile. The whites of my eyes are shadowed by my drooping lids as I stare in an unamused matter, “who are you?” Evidently amused, he wipes the smirk off his face and stares at me.

My bare naked skin will be my only company.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, he responds, “that same question is what got you here in the first place.” “Darling, don’t you remember me after the beating I gave you; I mean, we’ve been together since you were a petite teenage nympho.” He continues informing me of what was now a blank black hole in my mind. Apparently, I went into shock after catching him cheating on me with my sister; when I woke back up, I had no recollection. He tried unsuccessfully for months to bring my memory back with no prevail until he had enough.

“I’ve had enough of your shit; I like you better as a pet. Therefore from now on, this is your home, and you’ll do whatever I want.” I flinch backward, grasp the wall with the palms of my hands, and watch as he reaches down to pick me up. His tongue glides from the middle of my neck up to my cheek. Then his rough, jagged hands drive down my bare naked skin, slapping my ass. Finally, he unbuttons his pants and slides them off along with his boxers. “you’re going to strictly be my sex toy from now on bitch.”

Then, his cock pierces through my gripped, unlubricated asshole. I push, scream, and cry, but it’s no use. Consequently, this is in fact, a bunker; It doesn’t matter how loud I am. “Look at me while I fuck you bitch.” my once-loving husband clenches my cheeks and forces me to face him as he rams his cock deep into my now-bleeding asshole. There is nothing to grip onto, no sheets to bite on to relieve the pain. I must be a big girl, endure the pain, since this clearly is now my new role in life.

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