Home Sweet Home

            The truck kept going for hours it felt like.  Jess stared out at the trees till they all became one big green blur.  It was only when the creep turned off on to a dirt road that Jess snapped back to reality.  It may have been from the pain of the bumps throwing her injured body around, or the fact that she was trying to memorize where they were going.

            She let out a muffled cry.

“There, there, pretty girl.  We’re just about home.  Then I can get you cleaned up and feelin’ better.” He smiled at her and grabbed her hand.  She jerked away and her resistance was met with a quick elbow to the face and the world was still.

            When Jess came to she found herself on an old disgusting bed with sheets that seemed not to have seen a washing machine ever.  The mix of the smell of urine and the pain of her broken bones made her vomit.  She couldn’t move far so she just threw up over the side of the bed onto the floor.

            She could just hardly make out the shape of her capture through her obvious concussion.  Her head was aching and her bones hurt so bad she wished she could cut them off.

“I- I need a doctor.” She said meekly.

“Oh, sugar. You don’t need a doctor.  I’m the last thing you will ever need.”  He crossed the room to her and pushed her matted hair out of her face.  Leaning down he put his mouth to her ear. “I am the only thing you will need ever again.” His smell was repulsive.

            Her voice quivered, “Why are you doing this?”

“Well pretty girl. You were in quite an accident. You would be in rough shape if it wasn’t for me.” He eyed her up and down and ran his dirty hands over her chest, stomach and down to her injured leg. He found where it was bleeding from and ran his fingers through it. 

            She grimaced.

            He licked his fingers and closed his eyes.

“You sick fuck!” She screamed.

            He stuck his finger in her laceration.

“Now is that anyway to talk to someone just tryin to help you?” He clenched his teeth.

“OW! OWW! Please, please- just let me go. I’m in so much pain, please. I just want to go home.” Jess was hysterical at this point.

“Why? WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS TRY TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD?!”  He reached into his side table and pulled out a syringe and some kind of vial. 

“The pain I can help with but, you best figure out this is your home now.” He filled the needle.

“No-no-no, what is that.” She tried to roll away but her leg left her immobile.

“It’s gonna help with the pain sugar-isn’t that what you want? He smiled.

“No please. I don’t want to go to sleep. I need a doctor! Take me to a doctor!” He climbed on top of her and pegged her arm down. She felt the pinch of the needle and the liquid crept up her arm.  Her legs didn’t hurt, her head started to spin and her eyes got heavy.

“I just want to…” She couldn’t fight it anymore; her world went black again.

            Time seemed to have no meaning to Jess.  She could have been laying there for an hour or a week, she had no idea of knowing.  She half-awake felt the warmth of a wash cloth and water running over her body.  She was to drugged up to move or speak.  At least she couldn’t feel the pain that she was sure was still there. She welcomed oblivion, she didn’t want to know what this guy was doing to her as she slept.  By the time the effect of whatever he injected her with wore off, she woke to daylight creeping in through boarded windows.

            Her capture laid sleeping next to her. 

            Gently Jess attempted to lift her body up. She noted that she was completely clean of blood and dirt. She also was completely naked. She attempted to pull her legs to the floor and was met with resistance and the sound of metal on metal.  Lifting the blanket, she saw her ankle in a lock and chained to the bed.  Her leg was in a make shift brace and wrapped.

“Oh god.” She covered her mouth and the man rolled over. She put her head in her hands and wept.

            This woke up the creep.

“Oh come now, what’s the matter?” He rubbed her back.

             Jess wiped her tears and sat up as straight as she could.

“I really need to use the restroom, so if you could just unchain me.” She looked over her shoulder, eyes welling.

“Oh, you know I can’t do that.” He sat up and walked over to a pot in the corner, he was also completely naked. He started to piss in the pan, he shook it and turned back towards her.

She looked away.  This seemed to really irritated him.

“Why not?” She asked staring at the ground.

“Don’t play dumb with me girl.  I unchain you, you run away. So for now I think its best you just go.”

“You mean you want me to just fucking piss on myself.” Jess was apalled.

            He took three long strides across to her and raise his back hand to her.  She jerked her face away.  He squatted down and grabbed her by the nap of the neck and made her met his gaze.

“Yeah,” He licked his lips and looked crazed.

“Can I at least have that pot?” She begged.

“Nah, I reckon you can go right where you sit.” He forcefully kissed her forehead and strolled over to the sink and started messing around with an old pour over coffee cup.

            Jess really had to go. It felt as if she hadn’t gone in days. She was unable to walk and he obviously was not going to bring her anything.  So, she started to pee right where she sat like she was some kind of animal.  She had never felt so ashamed and humiliated.  She sobbed as her pee puddled underneath her.

            The creep set his coffee down on the side table and picked a rag off the floor. He knelt down next to her and began to wipe her thighs and continued up. 

“Have to make sure you’re all cleaned up. Can’t have my girl not taken care of.” He smelled the rag and then through it on the ground. He laid her back and for once she was grateful for the pain, it took her mind off of what was happening.