Carol
Anne watched the house approaching. It felt more like looming to her, the weight
of the day pressing in on her steadily when she thought that she wouldn't
be coming back to this place again. She didn’t even realize that she had
already said her goodbyes to the place that had become her sanctuary and her
prison at the same time. Tears burned her eyes as she stared hopelessly up at
the house and she knew that Roberts silence on the way home was a cause for
concern but she couldn’t feel the concern at the moment. All she could feel was
the weight of sadness in every muscle of her body that she had because she had
lost her chance.
The painting that
Robert had gone there for in the first place was in the back seat covered in
brown paper. Usually it would have been boxed and shipped but after the
incident he insisted on taking it as it was, right at that moment. She knew it
was because he didn’t want to be in contact with them for a while and answer
any questions about her health.
Confusion was
fleeting in her head in regards to the strange woman and man that were with her
in the park. The only things she remembered were the strange golden colour of
the woman’s eyes and the feeling of absolute power coming off of the man with
her. The thoughts of them were small, inconsequential compared to what she knew
was coming for her and…she didn’t care.
Nothing could
make her feel, her body was numb and she almost welcomed the Pit and the cold,
damp solitude that would wrap itself around her.
Robert stopped
the car and put it in Park, he made no motion to get out of the car and neither
did she. Her lashes drifted down in acceptance of what was to come when he
finally spoke. “You wanted him to touch
you, didn’t you.” It was a statement. “Did you faint at his looks in hopes that
he would whisk you away?”
She slowly opened
her eyes and sighed knowing that he really didn’t want an answer and that it really
didn’t matter what she said anyway, it would just make him angry so she slowly
shook her head. Her red hair swayed slightly. He wanted her scared but she had no
energy to be scared, no will left to be.
“Let’s just get
this over with…” it slipped out before she could stop it, she didn’t want to
stop it. She felt the car tremble as he shook with barely contained rage.
“You want this
over Angel?” he snarled “This will never be
over…” He got out of the car and slammed the door. As he stomped over to her
side she debated locking the doors but it would be no use he would just break
the window, so she sat still willing her face not to betray her when she felt
it. There was warmth that ebbed its way into her, faint but there. Robert’s
hand went to reach for her door handle as his gaze went to his prize in the
back seat and he stopped, suddenly deciding that he would take it inside first.
Carol Anne let
out another slow sigh but still felt nothing about what was to come. She would
make him end it. She didn’t care about the money; all she cared about was that
she could make it as difficult and messy as possible so that her brother could
find some suspicious behaviour to investigate and hopefully get justice for
her. She was determined for the pain to end, the imprisonment, most of all the
control.
She would make
him end it.
There was a small
protest in her mind but she blocked it out. No
more pain. She thought to herself and a tiny thread of anxiety tried to
worm its way in. Oddly she found it curious considering that she had decided
firmly the next step for herself. The draft from the back door opening drew her
out of her own thoughts momentarily as Robert grabbed the painting gently.
With the painting
in his right hand he threw open the door with his left and grabbed Carol Ann’s
shoulder in a strong firm grip nearly ripping her out of the car. Her body was
a phantom to her; she felt him distantly and knew he was even angrier that she
wasn’t reacting. She wasn’t cowering or crying, she wasn’t trying to protect
herself or pleading and he hated it. She could feel the waves of intense rage
coming off of him and she didn’t care. The protest came again and again she
shoved the thought to the back of her mind. He grabbed the back of her neck and
dragged her to the front door.
“Take your key and
open the door.” He snarled. She did as he asked and he pushed her through hard enough
that she lost her balance and fell to the floor. He kicked the door shut with
his foot before he gingerly set the painting down under the alarm and punched
in the code to disarm it. He looked at her with disgust and contempt in his
eyes as she stared into his, daring him as she knew her behaviour would. He
prowled around her and she refused to move, to show fear. She knew the Pit
would be waiting for her and for one second she wondered if she flung herself
in… if it would it be enough?
Seething he
glared at her, reading her body language he softened his features in
understanding. “I thought the Pit would be the appropriate punishment for you
Angel, but I see now that I am wrong. The Rack seems more fitting for this
don’t you think?” She said nothing but panic began to well up and she pushed it
down. The Rack was a bit more of a challenge she would have to work around. She
would be tied and gagged. Usually he used it to punish her sexually but she had
a feeling that wouldn’t be the only way this time. She swallowed the bile that
rose in her throat and kept her silence while she thought rapidly about how to
provoke him before he could completely restrain her.
She had run out
of time. He grabbed her by her fire red hair and lifted her to her feet as he
propelled her towards the stairs. She stumbled and he cursed her. “You cheating
bitch!” he swore as he shoved her upwards. “You let him touch you! I bet you
loved his hands all over you!” she laughed then… unintentionally and he hesitated.
He stopped and shook her by the hair before he backhanded her causing her tooth
to cut her lip and thin trail of blood slipped down her face. She saw stars at
first but welcomed them…welcomed the pain.
The protest in
her head was faint now, like feather light touches inside her mind, a faraway
voice. Before she knew it she was in the attic being pushed to her knees with
her ears ringing as he stripped her down. She refused to fight or show fear.
She needed to push him over the edge but as soon as her eyes moved to the attic
window Robert saw her intention and took hold of her hair again to throw her
across the room towards the Rack. Her back hit the wood with such force it
knocked her breath from her but she didn’t cry out in pain. She bit down and
grunted, from her knees she looked up and glared at him. Her invitation to
bring it on, that she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Get it over with.”
She ground out and to her surprise he faltered but regained his composure
quickly.
To her dismay she
noticed that the front of his pants had gone tight from his excitement but she
set her jaw while in her head she said a tearful goodbye to the people she
loved.
“Oh…Angel…” he
purred “I think I’m really going to like this.”
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