Don’t Cry Baby

"Why are you doing this Tyler? Where are you even taking me?" The ropes cut tightly into my wrist as I struggle to get loose. Tyler had been driving for awhile and then he pulled into this trashy motel and tied me to this damn chair.

He looks over at me with bloodshot eyes. He puts his head down into his hands and looks to be thinking for a minute before he hits himself in the head causing me to gasp. He pulls at his hair seeming to be fighting with himself. He gets up and walks towards me in my chair. His look and eyes changing as they look at me. Anger contorts his face.

"Stop fucking talking."

His hand whips across my face before I can say anything more causing me to whimper. the tears fall freely from my eyes. His face changes again as he sees the tears and he rests his head in my lap.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to"

with a roll of tape. He rips off a piece and covers my mouth

"Don't cry

rock with fear , tears continue to stream down my face. The tape pulling at the delicate skin off my mouth.

know it hurt when I hit you like that, I just can't have anyone hearing you. They'd tale you away.

chair to the side so that he can shower. Very convenient of him

interested me but, eh never talked about them or how

almost feel jealous knowing that the warm water cascading down his body probably feels so good. The thought of Damien's blood swirling around the drain replaces the feeling of jealousy with nausea. i close my eyes attempting to get rid of this image. I don't know how long I sat there with my eyes closed but soon I realize Tyler has turned the shower off. I watch him get out and wrap a towel low on his waist. I look