Taking Back Amelia Ch. 05.1

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Pitch black. It was what surrounded me inside the old trunk. I was curled up in the fetal position, naked, and afraid. My vagina and insides burned, and my outer shell shivered. My arms and legs pulsated like a switch reminding me every few seconds that they were in pain, no doubt they were quickly restoring the veins in my bruised areas. The agony in my shins didn’t let up. That pain stayed with me in the trunk. My cheeks were stinging, and the blood from my mouth emerged endlessly. Every so often I would taste it. My eyes were heavy with relief…Relief that it was over for now.

A small hole in the side of my enclosure gave me airflow. I tried squinting to see out, but my sight was ceased by an equally dark room. I couldn’t hear anything, but faint movement from the floor below. A small shelf was over me, concealing my body should my resting place be opened. There was no comfort from the padding which was upholstered with an inlay of a gray imitation fabric which irritated my skin. I held my hands tightly over the cuts on my stomach which had begun to clot, and the aroma of old leather vanquished my enclosed world.

I had been in there for hours. I tried to push up on the shelf, but it wouldn’t budge. After the lid was slammed down I felt the bang of the outside lock slammed upward into its securing position. The first hour I cried madly not believing I was in a trunk. Another hour later I was trying to wrap my mind around the fact of the situation that I was in. I tried to kick out, but it was pointless. I put my arm up under my head to rest it there. I stared into the blackness, and as time went on and on I began to wonder what would become of me. I had never been so afraid. I rested my eyes, and tried to doze off. Maybe if I fell asleep I would wake up somewhere other than here not thinking of the past again. I felt guilty for that.

Why, Amelia? My brain asked me. How in the fuck did you let this happen to you?!

Eight Hours Earlier

Father had picked me up in the church van. Maybe, their was a retreat, I thought. He made some small talk with my father before assuring that he would have me home by tomorrow evening. I wore a white tee-shirt, and jean shorts. I didn’t know what to expect, but I felt a sense of relief when he looked at me with a warm smile in front of dad. I stuck on my sunglasses so he could not see my eyes which were filled with uneasiness, and curled up in the passenger seat against the door.

“Have a good teem’ sweet-hot’!” Dad waved backing up from the van. I just smiled, and waved quickly hugging myself. As we pulled away instant fear overcame me. Shock. I didn’t look at him, but saw both of his hands gripping the steering wheel. We drove a few blocks before turning right past the park down the road, and to the cemetery. He turned the van a sharp left nearly knocking me into him. He pushed on the gas flying down the quiet road. I gripped the side of the door. Fear was now my master.

He drove the van off the road into the grass aside the mausoleum, and sped around behind it, and abruptly stopped throwing me forward. With his wounded hand he threw off his sunglasses onto the dashboard, and turned to me. Very pissed off eyes met mine. My first intention was to get out, and run away, but that was scrapped when he grabbed my wrists together.

“I didn’t do anything!” I pleaded. “I swear!” I shook my head slowly, my eyes begging for mercy.

He stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. The next thing I felt was the pain of my hair pulling aldatma porno me over the console, and out the drivers side. I began to scream, but he slapped me in the face. He dragged me around to the the back of the van, and pulled open the doors again with the wounded hand, revealing a black dog cage. He quickly lifted the latch, and threw me in with by my hair, and the back of my shirt, and then locked it. He placed a black sheet over it, and then I heard the van door slam shut hard.

I didn’t say anything. Neither did he. I was able to sit up, and I held my legs to my chest. The fear was almost exciting, but it was more terrifying. We were going at a steady pace now as if on a long stretch of road, or highway. Where was he taking me? He didn’t call the stops because I would occasionally be pushed forwards, or to the sides so my fingers had to hold onto the metal enclosure. I figured vocalizing my protest would be useless since his anger was clearly visible.

I sat still, and just listened. I could feel the van going at a steady speed for awhile. I tried to mess around with the latch on the cage. If I could unloosen it, I thought, I could open the back door, jump out, and run. I’d run like I ran the day in the basement of the convent. Why, in God’s name did I not stay away? A little while longer we came to a halting stop. I heard the jingle of the keys leave the ignition, and the drivers side door open, and shut. Now was my chance!

The latch was easy to undo from inside due to my small hands, and long fingers. The cage was up against the door blocking me in from reaching it. I pushed myself back with the cage trying to maneuver it away from the door. It budged only a little. Doing this took a great deal of effort, and it tired me quickly. The thought of my potential freedom on the other side was enough to keep me going though. I held onto the cage through the black metal squares surrounding me, and pushed back again. A few more times would do it. Time was running out. I had no clue where we were, nor how long it would take for Father to return, and figure out what I was doing. With every ounce of might I pushed that cage so far back just enough to open the cage door, reach the handle on the van doors, and slide out. I didn’t care where we were, nor who would see me. I was running away from all of this. I said fastest prayer in the universe to get me away from this man as I began my escape. I positioned myself between the cage door, and the closed van door, counted to three in a deep breath, and bolted outward.

The sun did its best to blind me, but I was able to see enough straight ahead…which was nothing…I ran for only a few feet when I realized that we were in a field. Nothing but grass, and cattails for miles ahead. Besides myself, their was no sign of life. It took only a second to realize what I had done. Enough fear instilled me as I turned my head slowly around, and met the sight of Father sitting in a green outdoor chair next to the van, mixing some type of liquid into a larger jug. He didn’t seem to mind my escape just then. He didn’t even look up from his experimentation.

I looked around for a way out, but it was hopeless. There was nothing, and no one to run to. I had a notion to just run, and not look back, but he must’ve read my mind. He took the large jug, and began to shake it vigorously for a short time, and then set it down beside him. He then reached under his chair for a box.

“You stop messing around, i’ll let you put ensest porno this on yourself.” He advised opening the box, and removing a circular object. There was another object with the box he pulled out, and began placing batteries in.

“What are you going to do?!” I called out with a hint of fear in my voice. After he placed the batteries in the small control, he leaned his elbow onto the arm rest, and held up the round part. “What is it?!” I decreed. He didn’t answer as I began to walk slowly towards him.

“Get on your fucking knees Amelia!” He called out to me not flinching. “All fours!”

“I wanna’ go home!” I cried. “I don’t want to do this!” With that he arose. I took a step back not knowing his intent.

“You chose to be here! You came to me, remember?! Now, be a good dog, and come to me now!” The tone of his voice increased. He folded his arms, and twirled the object with his finger. I looked around again for any last sign of help. “Middle a’ nowhere!” Father advised as though my search for shelter was a cry for help which in a way it was. I had no way of escaping. I figured in my dumb mind if I did what he said what he had planned wouldn’t be as bad. I knelt downward, and began to crawl through the grass towards him. I ended up at his feet, and looked up. His hand came down, and snapped me in the face, hard, causing me to fall onto my side. The hit was so hard a flash of light flew by my eyes. My vision blurry, my eyes faintly met the sight of the pink collar in his hand.

It was a pink nylon collar with little black box attached to the middle of it. I reached up to accept it as the new pain in my head throbbed. He threw the collar down at me, and walked around the front of the van to the passenger side door. I attached it around my neck, and rested my head on the old, sharp grass. Suddenly, my body jolted upwards, and to the side back and forth. The shocking pain coursed through me made me scream. It was the collar! He had me put on an electric collar. The pain was too much, and before he could tell I yanked it off from around my neck, and crawled backwards.

“Huh.” He mumbled to himself studying the remote in his palm. He lifted up his sunglasses to read something on the control. “Works great for hard-to-train animals.”

“Father, please! Don’t do this to me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” I pleaded. I didn’t want this to go any further. He picked up the collar, and threw it at me once more.

“We have a schedule to keep my little doggy. Put it back on.”

I begged with my eyes which were overflowing with tears, and sniffled trying to find his gaze. My head was pounding now, and my body was numbed into place. He knelt down in front of me. His slightly amused, sea-blue eyes met my reddened ones. The thought of my disgusting display of cowardly-ness didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t about to let him hurt me. I would do what I had to do to get away from him. After receiving my answer of not moving an inch Father took a deep sigh, and bowed his head to the ground still kneeling in front of me. I still had the instinct to run away. The pain, and my weakened body didn’t allow my legs to get me up, and dash away from him once more.

“You’re gonna’ make this difficult aren’t you?” Father implored with a stunningly warm smile across his cupid bow lips. I didn’t answer. He arose in what looked like defeat. I balanced myself from my side to my butt rubbing the side of my head which instilled the after effects from the hit. I should escort porno have kept my eyes open, but when they finally did, a small, black gun was pointed straight at me. I screamed covering my eyes, and prayed to God. Christ, is he really taking this that far?! “Get up, now.” He demanded. I sprung up from the ground, and held my hands out in front of me.

“Please, Father! Stop!” I was shrieking now. My eyes were running with tears. My nose was running down my upper lip. There I was. Begging for my life now.

He aimed the gun right at my head. If I was going to die, he was going to look me in my eyes. I noticed he wasn’t smiling anymore. He had the look of a weary demon about him. “Father, I didn’t do anything with Jason! He took me out, and yes we tried, but I didn’t have sex with him! He used a condom! He just…He couldn’t..” I sounded so pathetic looking back. But, I didn’t know how crazy he was. I didn’t know what I had gotten myself into. All I wanted to do was to get out of it. He continued to gaze at me with the pointed gun. I believed that I he had a heart, and would believe me. He surely had some compassion I had hoped. He titled the gun lower, and pulled the trigger. It hadn’t make a bang like I was expecting, but a type of plastic ping noise. I thought it was a toy at first. Two prongs came flying out, and hit me right in my lower half, penetrating my shorts. The electric shock flew through my body causing me to fall backwards, knocking my wind out. A loud, monotone scream flew out of my lungs. The pain was so great, and so long I thought it would never end. It lasted forever, but then stopped. The gun was a taser gun.

He pushed me over onto my back, and removed the prongs without any ease. As I fought to regain any sense, the lower half of my body was lifted up over a plastic barrel-like object causing my crotch to be somewhat risen. He shifted my shorts, and panties off on me, exposing my vagina in mid-air. I was too far gone to fight at the time. He spit onto my clit, and rubbed it before inserting a large, shiny red funnel into me carefully, but deep. I could feel it go in, and began to wave my arms. Father grabbed my wrists, and came around to the side of my head, and held them above me with one hand. With his healed one he reached over for the jug he was mixing with, and began pouring it into the funnel carefully to let the liquid fill up inside of me. It was warm, and I almost thought he was peeing in me. I opened my eyes wide to see the jug above my head being poured into me. Within a few moments I began to feel a burning inside of me, and began to wiggle my hips, moaning a whimper. As soon as the mixture was emptied from the jug he threw it, and held my legs up in the air almost turning me upside down.

“Get that aaalll up in you. We’re gonna’ clean you out, Amelia.” I tried to wiggle myself out of his grasp, but it was no use. I tried to hit him away, but he held onto me tighter. “Nooo, nooo! He grabbed my jaw with his hand. “Stop fucking fighting! You let Bluntly into my cunt-into MYYYY cunt!!” He pointed crazily at himself. “I’m gonna’ make sure every trace of his useless prick is gone out of you.” Whatever was in me was at war with millions of germs it felt like. An explosion was happening inside of me, and whatever was in there wanted out, but with Father holding me up there was no relief. He pulled the funnel out of me, and threw it in the direction of the jug. With his brown suede boot, he kicked the round barrel below me out of the way, and stood up still holding me in the same position, my legs now resting on over his shoulder.

My arms flew carelessly into the air. I stopped fighting after awhile, and remember Father studying my crotch before telling me to pass out, without even looking at me. My eyes closed. My body had given up for now.

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