A new Case

I crouched in the corner of the room I was locked in. I wiped of the mucus that ran out of my nose with my sleeve, still sobbing. I didn’t know how long I sat there for I lost any sense of timing.
After all that happened I didn’t think it could come any worse but it did.

I heard the door being unlocked. As it was opened Edward stood in the doorframe, a candleholder in his hand. The candlelight made his eyes seem to glare. I shivered at his sight.
He approached me slowly.
He put the candleholder onto the floor before bending down to touch my hair.

“You are so beautiful.”he said.

I pushed his arm away only to be beaten in the face. My head banged against the wall with the force of his punch and I could feel a warm liquid substance run out of my nose.
“You whore!” he yelled picking me up by my shoulders and throwing me back onto the floor.
I was close to unconsciousness but was kept awake by his hands violently ripping my dress apart. I saw him unbuckle his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. He pulled out his semi hard, wrinkled member and gave it a few strokes before he jerked down my knickers and tore my legs apart. His cheesy erection entered me crudely without premonition causing me to whimper. I struggled and I tried to push him off of me but he only beat me again.
He thrust into me forcefully, groaning like a pig.
The sweat formed on his forehead fell into my face.
I felt his rancid tale stab my abdomen. My labia felt sore and worn out.
Then I heard him hold his breath. He pulled out of me.
I saw his cock twitch uncontrollably as he pointed it at me.
He squirted his jizz into my face. I felt my stomach turn and before I knew I vomited all over myself.
He gave me a disgusted look, kicked my behind and turned to leave the room. He banged the door shut behind him. I laid on my side, legs angled to my stomach and my hands stuck between my legs. I laid there for what seemed like forever just starring at my shadow which was projected onto the wall by the flickering candlelight.


After some time I found the strength to stand up. I walked through the barely lighten room and stopped at the door. I pressed my ear against the wood. I heard…..nothing, nothing but silence. My hand automatically pushed down the door handle. To my surprise it was unlocked. Edward must have forgotten to lock it.
My eyes widened and my pulse raised. I rushed back to the corner and picked the candleholder up.
This was my only chance to escape.
As I exited the room I found out that I was locked inside one of the many rooms in the attic.
The wooden floor was mouldy and squeaked at the lightest movement. I sat one foot after another carefully praying that I would be unnoticed.
When I finally reached the staircase that lead to the main part of the house I knotted the pieces of my dress together as good as possible so that the most intimate parts of my body were covered.


Even thought it was daylight I still held onto the burning candle. I tiptoed through the hallway carefully. The fear of getting caught never leaving me. I went to the big window at the end of the hallway. And as I looked out I saw a carriage and a small figure standing in front of it, his back facing me. While I looked out of the window I didn’t sense somebody approach me but I noticed when they pressed their hand onto my mouth. I let go of the candleholder with shock. I tried to scream but only a muffled noise could be heard.
“Shhhh, it’s me.” I heard a familiar voice whispering into my ear.
I closed my eyes. ‘No it couldn’t be’ I thought to myself. Tears were forming and wetting the corners of my closed eyes. I whimpered into the hand.
I felt another hand reach around me being placed onto my stomach.
“Shhh” the voice repeated. “Don’t make a sound.”
They took away their hands from me and I slowly turned around.
“Ichabod” I whispered not being able to hold my tears. He turned pale at my sight.
I was covered in dry blood and other substances and smelled of sex and vomit.
Ichabod opened the Window. I could see the figure outside turn around. It was young Masbath. He placed a ladder against the masonry. Ichabod motioned me to climb out of the window.
I did climb down the ladder, setting one foot after another slowly. He followed.
As I reached the bottom young Masbath helped me come down by supporting my hips with his hands.

Ichabod helped me into the carriage and sat down himself before we took off.
He turned his head from me to not smell or look at me.
I felt abased by his repelling behaviour. We sat in silence, avoiding each others gaze until he finally spoke up.

“I am so sorry for not protecting you. Please forgive me.”he buried his face into his hands after declaring that it was not aversion which kept him from speaking to me but a strong feeling of guilt.

I carefully placed my hand on his head.
But he shot his head up and wrapped his arms around my body. He buried his face into my neck while I caressed his hair.
“Thank you.”I whispered into his ear and closed my eyes. “Thank you.”