Charlie's eyes snapped open, consciousness flooding back as she felt Daniel shove his way inside her. "oh god, please, no more!" she prayed. He had taken her so often these last few days it felt as though he had pushed a red hot poker between her legs. Again and again he thrust into her, her naked flesh burning with the friction of the filthy mattress on her marred skin.
Before she had known it was him, she was able to lock herself away in her mind as he brutally possessed her body. Not now though, there was no escaping those hurt full eyes burning down into her. Brutally he would look down at her pain stricken face and use his hands to pinch her skin, like a spite full child. Grabbing at her breasts, twisting, biting her, leaving no expanse of skin unmarked. He pressed his face ever closer to hers, chuckling deep in his throat watching her thrash her head from side to side trying to escape the fat, warm drops of sweat that rolled off his face onto hers. All the while she screamed, cried, begged for respite as though being held in the very depths of hell itself.
A whole eternity had passed for charlie until he lay spent and panting on top of her. His head buried in her neck as she lay face tilted to the wall, as hot heavy tears left dirty tracks down her face. Her eyes flickered across the damp dusty cellar floor and fell at the foot of the rickety staircase, he had not locked the door at the top,she thought. Such a short distance to freedom, to Sam. A spark of hope began to flicker into life. The broken can she had hidden, dare she try and hurt him with it? Try and run? If only she could catch him off guard? Her body tensed as he began to stir he would kill her if she failed. But she decided right then that if death were her only escape, so be it! Quickly she slipped her hand under the mattress and felt for the cold metal. Her fingers brushed against it, she pulled her hand back quickly as he pushed himself up on his hands. She turned her face to his and his arrogance reassured her that her chance was now. She felt his flaccid penis slide out of her and he pushed himself back onto his knees, kneeling upright between her legs. Knowing she had seconds to act she felt as though her heart would explode through her chest, and as he turned his head to locate his clothes, she slipped her hand under the mattress. Gripping the jagged metal, with every ounce of strength she had left she brought her arm up in a wide arc, slashing at his 'precious' face. A red line began to spread across his cheek as the cut opened, and as he howled in rage, hand flying to his face. Charlie drew up her knees and kicked backwards with everything she had. Just managing to knock him back slightly, she threw herself onto her hands and knees, trying desperately to scrabble to her feet, flesh tearing on the concrete floor she had almost reached the bottom step when she felt a hand grab her ankle and yank her backwards. She tried to claw at him with her nails but they were cracked and broken. Writhing and bucking like a wild cat she tried desperately to shake loose his iron grip. Suddenly his face flashed into view and she saw the damage she had inflicted. A four inch long gash gaped open on his face. Without a moments hesitation she plunged her fingers inside the open wound. Fingers slippery with blood, probing, and tugging at the flap of skin, he bellowed in pain and anger releasing his hold on her momentarily. Hatred welled from deep within her and roaring with anger she slashed at him with the broken can still in her hand. The momentum was wrong or there wasn't enough force, because the jagged edge merely glanced off his skin. He lunged at her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to the ground. Sick with renewed fear she twisted her heads to find any exposed flesh and before he could wrestle it away from her she twisted round on her own hair and stuck the broken can into his scrotum and sawed back and forth as hard as she could. Something wet and warm trickled through her fingers as he screamed in agony. He released her as his hands flew to his groin, and she leapt to her feet and ran, the smell of blood and urine acrid in the air.
