Sunshine crept its way in between my eyelids as it shone through a window pane. I sat up and began rubbing my head, still with only one free hand. As my eyes started to adjust to the light I tugged at my left arm and focused. My left wrist was now zip-tied to the arm of an old chair that had obviously been once deconstructed and put back together to be more durable.
I looked around the rest of the room. I could tell that it was still early morning based on the amount of sunshine pouring in, but I wasn’t able to spot a clock. I noticed nothing all too familiar to me, except the photos on the wall. This had to be Charlie’s house. Pictures of he and his family were spread across all four living room walls. An old TV sat on a small stand in the corner. Besides the chair that I was quite frankly chained to, there was a love seat sofa and one reclining chair. Both appeared to be well used and slightly sunk in. Nothing else was in the room. No coffee table, no end tables, no books or shelves, no rug. Just seating, a TV and a few pictures on the wall. This is where Charlie lives? This doesn’t make sense.
It took a minute for me to notice the footsteps now coming from the next room. They got louder as they approached me.
“You’re awake,” Charlie said, strolling into the living room with half a sandwich in his hand. His normal gate, his normal tone. “Hungry?” he asked, holding the sandwich in front of my face.
My eyes glared at him. “No, Charlie. I’m not hungry. Why the hell am I here? Why am I chained to this damn chair?” I questioned, shaking the chair as I spoke with anger.
His brow furrowed and he frowned at me. “You’re not chained,” he stated. “And you weren’t listening.”
I hesitated at first. Absorbing his comment and making sure I at least tried to understand it fully before snapping. “Zip-tied. Excuse me! An yeah, Charlie, because grown women don’t have to answer to anyone,” I sneered.
“I was only trying to help you. I would have just taken you to your grandpa’s for crying out loud.”
“Well, then why in the hell didn’t you!?” I screamed. “WHY am I here, Charlie?”
He paced across the room from me and stood, taking a bite out of the sandwich. “I simply changed my mind,” he stated, very matter-of-factly. “You made everything so difficult I decided I’d just bring you here for a few days.” He looked around the room.
“And where exactly is HERE, Charlie?” I questioned, also looking around as intently as he was.
“This is my home away from home,” he laughed.
The more I looked around, the more I noticed what was truly missing from this house, and it wasn’t just furniture. He had all the windows open, no fans. All the curtains open, no light bulbs in the built-in fixtures. The TV in the corner is connected to an extension cord sorted through the wall. There was another cord running from the room he had initially walked out of.
“This is an abandoned house…” I said with certain hesitation in my words.
He nodded in agreement. “That is correct.”
“And why do you hang out here?” I asked, concern beginning to grow.
“Well, I don’t really. Normally I’m only here for a night or two and then I go back to my parents house for the rest of the week.”
I shuddered at the thought. This is his halfway house to hell. And now its mine, too.
“Charlie, why am I here?” I asked again.
“Annie, I told you already. You’re here because I changed my mind. You’re here because I want you here and you’re not leaving till I want you to go.”
He started walking towards me. Finishing the sandwich in another large bite and brushing his hands on his pants. He crouched down when he got close to me and put his hands on the top of my thighs. I tried to push them away instinctively with my free hand, but he wouldn’t budge.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, frowning at my reaction towards him. “But I will if you make me,” he said standing up again.
“Charlie, why are you acting like this? You’re not a crazy person.” None of this made sense to me. Sure, I hadn’t seen Charlie in about 6 years, but there’s no way the once caring, comforting boyfriend I had has turned into this. I never felt we were right for each other, but there wasn’t any other reason why I left him. He had always been a normal guy to me, except now.
“I’m so sick of you asking questions,” he blurted. He walked into the other room and returned with something mostly leather in his hands, as well as another zip-tie. He looked down at me and held up a ball gag, something I’d only ever witnessed in a porn video I’d seen online before. “Are you going to continue to fight me?” he asked.
Fire burned in my eyes. What was I supposed to say? No? No, I wont fight you? I will let you do whatever you want with me? No fucking way.
“I’ll never stop until I’m far away from you,” I spat back into his face.
With one fluid movement he had my right hand pinned to the side of the chair. He swiftly wrapped the tie around it and pulled it tight, securing both my hands, leaving me mostly defenseless. He moved behind me and started to wrap the ball gag around my face, I jerked my head and swept up underneath it, preventing him from tying it. His left hand dug deep into my scalp and grabbed onto a fistful of my black hair and tugged hard, filling my eyes with tears instantly.
“Stop moving or I’ll rip it all out!” he yelled.
I froze, in pain and in fear. He again wrapped the gag around my face and this time pushed it into my mouth, tying the back tightly so it wouldn’t budge. He sighed heavily and walked to the love seat next to me, plopping down and rubbing the back of his neck like he had just accomplished a full day of intense labor.
“Finally. Silence,” he said. “This is so much better.”
I shook in the chair, not wanting to turn my head and look at him. He put his hand on my shoulder and began to caress my cheek with his thumb, but I pulled my head away. I started nawing at the ball gag in my mouth, trying any way I could to push it out of my mouth, but I couldn’t even get it close. I pulled my arms towards me, but they wouldn’t move. All I was doing was scraping up my arms with square edged zip-ties that were sure to make me bleed if I continued rifling around.
His hand tucked into the leather strap of the ball gag and pulled my head back, pulling my face towards him. “If I want to touch you, I’m going to. Haven’t I made that clear enough yet?” he questioned loudly. “Stop acting like a brat.”
I closed my eyes. A brat? Really? What the fuck, Charlie? What the hell is going on here. I couldn’t get my emotions in order. This is the last place I thought I’d ever end up and with the last person I ever thought I would actually see again. I opened my eyes. He still just held my face and stared at me.
I looked away from him. I still didn’t understand what exactly his plan was, but I wasn’t interested in it no matter what it involved and I didn’t want to entertain him any longer.
“You know, its been a long time. A very long time. We could be just talking, but you have to keep ranting on with concerning questions,” he said simply.
I looked back at him, his eyes wandering my body.
“Questions I’m just not in the mood to answer.” He stood up and crouched in front of me again, his hands dipping into my coat pockets. With one hand he managed remove my phone, and with the other the keys to my car which was out of gas in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t even know how close to it I was anymore. Definitely farther than seven miles. “You don’t need this stuff anymore,” he said. “Not right now at least.”
He walked into the other room, which looked like a kitchen to me, but from where I was sitting I could not be one hundred percent sure. I heard him fiddling with something, but I couldn’t tell what that was either. My jaw was beginning to throb already. Charlie made it too tight.
When he arrived back in the living room, he watched me try to reach my face down to one of my hands; attempting to remove the gag. I managed to latch my finger on the side and pulled with what little force I could muster, but the thing barely moved. I screamed out in agony and frustration. My face starting to sting. I heard him start laughing from the corner of the room.
“Little Annie uncomfortable over there?” he snickered.
I shook. My whole body shook. I wanted out of this chair and I wanted this skin piercing restraint off of my face.
His brow furrowed again. He could sense my pain. My fear that was building.
“I’ll make a deal with you, Annie,” he said, and my eyes darted up to meet his gaze. “I’ll take the gag off, but only if you agree to stop asking questions.”
I glared at him. That’s a bullshit deal.
He laughed. “Look, Annie. I don’t care if you’re uncomfortable and I don’t give a fuck about your curious mind driving you crazy. The gag comes off if you quit asking questions. One question and it goes back in,” he said wickedly. “Better yet I might fill it with something else,” he chuckled.
I snapped my eyes shut and shook my head. I took a deep breath. What else was I going to do at this point? I had to agree. I nodded my head and looked back at him. Pleading with him in my silence.
His lips formed a sinister smile and he approached me. Moving my head close to his chest as his hands laced behind my head, untying the gag and any tangling of it in my hair.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling away with the gag and taking a step back.
A shiver ripped down my spine at his words. Who was he to say that to me?
“Thanks,” I replied with obvious disatisfaction in my voice. I again refused to look at him. I looked towards my hands. My wrists were swollen red already.
“Are you hot?” he asked me, tossing the gag onto the love seat.
It was the middle of July in Wisconsin, and it was hot. The temperature was just beginning to climb. I was sure that based on the state of what I could see of the house, there was no air conditioning. Not even a fan.
I looked up at him, but wouldn’t look him in the eye. “Why?” I asked.
“Because I am.” His shirt came off quickly. He tossed it over the gag on the love seat.
Charlie wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was tall, standing right around six foot four. He was stocky, but in all the right places. The only thing I just never really was a fan of was his face. Too much like a puppy dog. Too sweet, too soft. Too… I’d do anything for you. But that wasn’t how he was looking at me today.
“I don’t want to ruin your coat,” he stated. “But you are going to need to take it off at some point if you don’t want to die of a heat stroke.”
I was wearing a dark purple long sleeve trench coat, black leggings and a band tee with a black camisole underneath. He was right, I was going to get hot in this halfway house.
“Take off the ties and I can just pull it off as normal,” I said calmly.
He shook his head. “You’ll run away.”
“No, I wont,” I instantly replied. Of course I’m lying.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he replied with a smile. From his pocket he pulls out a hunting knife and peels it open. He snaps the tie on my left hand and grabs my wrist, using his other hand to start pulling my jacket off on that side. “We’re just going to do this one arm at a time.”
As he went to put my left wrist back in a zip-tie, I yanked it away from him and held it close to my chest.
“Charlie, wait…” I stuttered. I was scared and he could tell, but he didn’t seem to care.
He snatched my hand and zip-tied it quickly back where it had been before.
“Don’t fight me, Annie,” he said, reaching for my right hand. “You see how that turned out for you last night don’t you?” He cut the tie and finished removing my coat completely; setting it on the love seat next to his shirt. He held my hand for a moment and I peered up at him.
“Charlie, I want to go home.”
He took a deep breath. “For now this is your home,” he said, and quickly walked away to the next room, my right hand still free. I tried to reach for my phone behind me, but it was too far away and this chair was too heavy for me to drag. He returned sooner than expected and arrived holding a duffel bag.
“Are you tired, Annie?” he asked me, now kneeling on the floor, searching through the bag. “If you need to sleep I’m going to put you in bed for awhile.” He pulled out a rope.
“I’m not tired,” I snapped at him. “I want you to let me go. Or at least just fucking tell me what you’re doing. I’m sick of you talking like you speak in this cryptic tongue.”
He sighed again. Standing, he kicked the duffel bag to the side of me. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Alright, Annie. You’ve been a good girl,” he asserted, and those words again riveted my body. “Haven’t asked any questions since I told you not to. So with that, I suppose I will tell you a little about this house and what I do here.” He turned around. “And who I am today.”
I just stared at him, practically helpless and wanting to know why any of this was happening to me. This was not how I expected my trip back home to be at all. Sure I expected it to be sad and depressing, but not full of terror, fear and anguish.
He turned back around to face me, then reaching for the reclining chair and pulling it over so that he could sit across from me. He put his hands together, leaning on his legs with his elbows on his thighs. And he got closer.
“I have this place because I need somewhere to take advantage of grim young women who sometimes ask for it and sometimes don’t.” He didn’t even blink. Not once. “But I always let them go,” he reassured me.
“I don’t understand,” I say while shaking my head. “You’re a good looking guy, Charlie. Why don’t you have a real place? You could easily get a nice girl.”
He tries to begin to reply as I hesitate, but I cut him off.
“I’ve never known you to hurt anyone, Charlie.” My face begins to turn away from him as I start to realize what kind of shape I’m really in. And a glimpse of what might be to come. I swallowed.
“I’m not the same person, I’ve been trying to show you that.” He scooted closer to me and put his hands over mine. My instincts were to pull away, but being restrained the way I was, I couldn’t move away. I thought to kick him, but I changed my mind. I still need to know what he has to say.
“A lot has changes since you were last around. Including the death of my brother as well as losing my job and getting a DUI.” He let go of me and stood. He began to pace around the room. “You should be more understanding. I know that you’re in town because your mother died.” I reached my head around to look at him from the corner of the room he was now in. “Big news travels fast in a small town. Its not every day we have a junkie overdosing on the family farm.”
Anger grew within me. “Don’t talk about her like that,” I snapped. Only I could do that.
“Well, that’s what she was, Annie. You’re a junkie’s daughter,” he sneered.
“STOP!” I screamed, and he started walking towards me.
“I plucked you off the side of the road a belligerent mess last night, you filthy little slut!” he screamed back at me, now pulling a fist full of hair into his hand, but not yet wrenching it. “You are your mother’s daughter and I’m going to show you.”
He moved the chair with ease, while it had took everything I could muster to even try to move it an inch. He dragged me across the floor until I was in the center of the room. Picking up the rope he had pulled out earlier, he walked up behind me and wrapped it around my neck twice. I pleaded for him to stop as I struggled to get out of the chair as much as I could, but he was now holding me down.
His hands began weaving the rope around my body and the chair. Twice around the top of my chest, twice around my midsection and then twice with each end of the rope around my legs.
“I tried to get you to go to bed,” he said, now whipping the chair around so that I face him.
“What are you going to do to me, Charlie?” I whimpered, feeling totally and utterly chained to this chair in a way I’d never experienced before.
He pulled out a knife and began cutting horizontal slits in my shirt, right were my breasts were. Then he reached back for the ball gag, and I began rocking the chair.
“No, no. No, stop!” I begged. “No, Charlie, please!”
“You talk too much, you always have.” He walked back to me and clutched my face with one hand. “I’m not ready to stick anything else in that mouth of yours, so you better be thankful its just this.”
He continued to try to apply the gag, but I wouldn’t stop dodging him as best I could with my head.
“No, Charlie, please! Please, don’t gag me, please!” I shrieked.
He grabbed my ear and torn it downward. “Fucking sit still and shut the fuck up, Annie!” he bellowed, and it echoed throughout my body as he shoved the ball into my mouth and quickly laced the back. Just as tight as before.
Tears started to well up in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them come out. I could never give him the satisfaction in that. Especially since that’s what it seemed he was looking for.
His hands reached up into my shirt where he had cut it and now cut my bra. From the center first and then both of the straps. As he removed it from me I looked away. This was not supposed to be me here.
I again tried to get away from him, but it was to no avail. I didn’t move an inch. He laughed at me, but overall tried to remain his composure. He backed away, throwing my bra on the love seat.
“I want to show you something,” he said, reaching for my phone and then holding it out in front of me. “This thing is dead,” he continued, throwing the phone on the ground. “And it can’t help you anymore.” His boot rained down on my phone, kicking it several times with his steel toed work boot and then side swiping the shattered mess into the wall.
I couldn’t stop it this time. The tears streamed down my face.
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