He stopped feeding me. He hardly comes back. I've tried everything. I'm losing hope of escaping. He might kill me. Part of me hopes he does.
Why aren't they coming to find me?
Where is Eddie?!?
"Get justice." I whisper to myself. I look around the cabin for anything that would tell me where I am. Every pizza ad everything in the stupid news papers he has says Hawkins. We can't be far from home.
I realize I say we as if someone is helping me escape. No. This is my journey. No one is here. I'm going insane in this TINY ASS CABIN.
The door knob jingles and I instantly slide to the floor next to the door and get into position. I see a reflection of myself from the bathroom mirror. I'm wearing only his shirt he gave me. I have a busted lip and a black eye. My hair is all matted and I smell like shit. Over a week without properly showering and constant sex can really damage a person.
But that's just physically.
I'm thoughtless. I don't remember my life outside of this house. I just know that once I leave I will go home to people who love me.
Eddie.
Oh my god Eddie.
For a while he was all I thought about. But it hurt me so bad I made myself stop.
I can't survive while being attached to things. I need to fight. I need to fight. I need to fight.
Jason lifts up my chin with his gun. I try not to blink because I know I will cry if I do. "Get on the bed."
I scramble over there and quickly take off my shirt. Jason unpacks a bag of chips and my mouth waters. Jason lays out his whip, gag ball, handcuffs, and gun. Jason handcuffs my hands to the headboard. "I'm staying the night tonight." I close my eyes.
I'm not advancing. I have to play his game.
"Will you make a deal with me?" I ask him. Jason steps back, grabbing his gun. "Go on." He snickers. I honestly wasn't expecting him to respond. "Let me have a two minute call with Eddie." He looks down in disappointment. "I swear I won't say anything to him about you being here or anything. I don't know where I am so he can't find me. I just want to let him know I'm alive." Jason thinks for a minute playing with his gun. "What do I get in return? It's going to be hard to earn my trust, princess." I nearly gag at the name princess. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me." There is a moment of dead silence. "You already have to let me do what I want." I squeeze my eyes shut. "Because I can kill you at any moment. And you know that." I know. But I won't give up. "I won't resist. I will prove to you that I like it. You know...enhance your experience." I'm going to regret this. Jason grinned. "That's more like it."
Jason flips me over, pushes the gag ball in my mouth and tightens it to its tightest setting which I know will cut off my circulation. He puts a blind fold over my eyes. "Kneel." I do it to my best ability while being chained to the bed frame. "Put your chest on the bed with your knees locked in this position." I do it, my elbows resting on the mattress. "Arch your back." I try. I hear him shift around and feel something cold pressed to my back. "Resist and I shoot." I didn't know this was a part of the deal. "Then I will call Eddie telling him all about our sex." And with that he slammed into me.
"All you have to do is relax. Let him destroy you in all ways possible. You can call Eddie."
Jason grabs the strap to the gag ball and jerks backwards for grip. "Let it out baby, let me hear you moan." I'd rather cry. I moan as loud as the gag ball will allow. I'm choking. I arch my back more for him. Don't let him down. Don't let him down. Don't let him down. My hands are bleeding from the handcuffs rubbing at my skin for the past week. My jaw might dislocate at any moment. I have deep (probably infected) cuts in my back. My whole lower body aches in pain. My face and body is beat up and I have bruises everywhere. My legs are ready to give out beneath him.
I refuse to give up. I will get out.
I feel the coldness of his gun leave as I realize what's about to happen. I brace myself for it as best as I can. He lets go of the strap of the gag ball and I finally breathe. The whip snaps, breaking through my skin and reopening one of the cuts that sealed. I scream out in pain. I push closer to him in hopes that he will stop, but maybe not kill me. He strikes me again. I arch my back, lean my head back, anything to get him to stop. He pulls the gag ball strap again and jerks it down to I can look at him while pulling off the blindfold. "You have good self control, but I want more."
Jason undoes the handcuffs, and takes off the gag ball. Apparently he drilled in a chain to the ceiling, because he handcuffed me to that. My hands raised in the air I'm standing on the bed. Jason lays down. "Sit." He inserts himself into me and I keep repeating to myself, "Don't resist." I'm sitting on his lap with him inside of me. It feels weird to be on him with my hands in the air. Almost unnecessary. I move my hips in a back and forth pattern hoping he will be satisfied. He puts his hand between my legs and inserts his finger. "Bounce a little." He adds. Aw fuck this shit.
Nevertheless I do as he says. I remember what he said earlier and moaned loudly, even thought I hated every moment of my life because of this moment.
I don't want anyone to ever find out what happened after this. I don't even want to know.
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I'm about to pass out. Jason gets up and unlocks something. I'm to dizzy to look. "Get your ass over here," Jason says holding a phone. I stand up and instantly jog over to him. I go to grab it and he slaps my hand. "What's his number?" I tell him and he dials it. He puts it on speaker and holds his gun to my chin. Please pick up Eddie.
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Eddie
I was asleep when the phone rang. It rang a lot in the past few hours with all the police and shit. I never wanted to answer it cause all they are going to do are ask me questions that they know I don't have the answer to. Some people put the blame on me, saying I murdered her and threw her in a ditch. I will admit my story doesn't make sense. I went into the store and I came back and she was gone. But all I can say is it's the truth. With all the awful things the world has put Ellie through this is for sure the last thing I thought would have happened.
Something inside me made me pick up the phone. I just knew that whoever was calling me needed to speak to me. "Hello? This is Eddie Munson." "Eddie." There was a soft, hurt voice on the other side. "Are you playing some shit joke? You are a truly awful person you know that?" I scream into the phone. "Eddie, it's really me." I am dead silent. There's no way. "Ellie?" I practically hug the phone. "Where are you? Who- Wh- Ellie I- Are you okay?" I can't breathe. "I'm...okay." She lying, I can tell. But I don't want to pressure her. "Who took you, where are you?" "Eddie, I don't have long to talk with you." She breathes harder and I can't even begin to imagine where she is or what she's experiencing. "What are you allowed to tell me?" Is the only reasonable question I can come up with. "I'm far..." she doesn't talk for a moment, "I can't tell you where I am. I'm not held for ransom. And I-" she struggles for a moment, "I love you." I hear a whisper of someone and my breath hitches in my throat. "Help me," I hear a swift punch. "Stop!" And then a gun shot. My heart sank and the line disconnected.
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Jason shot the ceiling. I'm sure to mess with Eddie. He's been beating me for 10 minutes. His fists are covered in blood.
"Escape."
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wow is this chapter loaded. i decided to post twice today. mb if there's mistakes.