Bedtime

Warning. May not be suitable for some younger audiences.

My breathing is labored and my heart pounds in my ears.
I struggle against Mace in fear.

"Mother!" I cry out, failing to get free.

"She's gone Farrah, at the store. Why don't we go on a little trip?"

"No! I won't go anywhere with you"
I scream, clawing at his arms.

"Don't worry we'll have fun" He murmurs in my ear, easily dragging me down the stairs.
He goes in the garage, where his car is parked.
He puts me in the backseat, I try to scramble out the backdoor, opposite to the one he's standing at.

He grabs my ankles, holding them down.
"I really don't want to have to do this, but I must if you won't calm down"
He picks up a roll of duct tape from the floorboard and binds my ankles, despite my kicking.

He crawls top of me smirking, duct tape still in hand.
"Get off of m-" The tape is pressed across my mouth, silencing me.
My wrist are last before he shuts the backdoor and walks around to the drivers seat, getting in.

My muffled scream isn't heard.
My pathetic attempts to fight against my restraints aren't seen.
No one can help me.

The ride isn't long, how I wish it was.
Because I know when it is, he might start hurting me.

We pull into a very dark garage.
Jerking the door open he takes hold of my forearms hard, yanking me out. He swings my up bridle style in his arms. I try to squirm out of his arms, but it's not use.
He's too strong.

He carries me into the house, through a living room, down a hallway and into a bedroom.
At least I think it's a bedroom.
Terrariums line the walls.

Spiders.
Everywhere.

My eyes widen in horror.
I fight back as hard as I can.
I can't let whatever is going to happen, happen.

He lays me on a large bed with black sheets.
Everything in the room is black, the walls, the floor, the ceiling.
Even the windows are blacked with boards.
The only light comes from little lights in the spiders cages.

I look at Mace, he's smiling proudly as he rips off the duct tape on my ankles.
Before I can try kicking him, he hooks a chain around each one chaining them to metal bedposts.

He once again gets on top of me, sitting on my ribcage so I can't move or barely breathe.
He fiddles with the tape around my wrist, finally taking it off.
He repeats then same thing he did with my feet with my arms.

He tears the tape from my mouth and I let out a scream.
He laughs moving so he's crushing my pelvis with his.
"That's right darling, scream, no one is going to hear you"
He takes out a pocket knife from his back pocket, flipping it open.

Slowly he begins slicing the material of my shirt.
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you, you'll stab yourself"
He warns.

I stay still, tears dripping down my face.
"Please don't do this"
I beg, my voice cracking.

"Oh but I must, it's who I am"

"It doesn't have to be"
My body shakes in terror as he cuts open my shirt completely. He grabs the locket from Blake that still hangs around my neck.

" 'Love is what we are' huh? Blake gave this to you didn't he?"

I nod trembling.
He yanks it from my neck, breaking the chain.
He throws onto the floor.
"You won't need that here"

He slices the top of my skirt open, ripping it apart and off with his hands.
Climbing off me, he walks over to one of terrariums.
I watch as he pulls out a large spider, he comes back and lets the eight-legged predator crawl onto my stomach.

I let out a squeak and clench my eyes shut.
I can't look.

I hear him walking back and forth, between the cages and the bed.
Each trip I feel another one add to my body.
The mattress sinks down as Mace sits next to me.

"Open your eyes"

"N-No"

"Do it or I will have you get bitten"

Slowly, I pry my eyelids apart.
The sight I see.
It's horrid.
It's disgusting.
It's petrifying.

10 or so spiders crawl about my flesh.
One skitters up my neck on across my face.
A screech flies from my mouth before I can catch it.
He laughs.
One by one, gently, he plucks them off me and puts them back in their homes.

Mace kneels in between my legs.
He softly pulls down one thigh high, then the other.

"Your skin is so smooth"
He traces invisible patterns over the inside of my thigh.
Leaning down, he places his mouth on my leg, a few inches above my knee.
He bites down.
Hard.
His teeth sink through skin, flesh and muscle.

"Stop!"
I cry pulling against my chains.
"Your hurting me!"

"Shhh, little fly, this my job"
He mumbles sitting up.

"Your mad!"
He ignores me and gets off once more.
I stare up at the ceiling trying to forget the pain I feel.
Straddling me once more, he bends forwards.

"Smile for the camera"

My head snaps to the side to see a camera on the nightstand
It flashes, blinding me temporarily.
As he takes off my underwear, I close my eyes.

Mace is not a boy.
Mace is a monster.

Where is my Blake?
The boy who promised to protect me from every monster?
Why isn't he keeping his promise?