Disclaimer: I dont own them, I will put them back hopefully unharmed.
Author's Notes: thanks to Lisa, she always makes me.
This story is a sequel to: Sorry
I will wake up soon, I know it.
I will wake up and Ray will tell me that I fell asleep on his couch. He will say some thing like "pitter patter lets get at 'er.' and will give me coffee with smarties in it.
This is a bad dream..........correction, this is a crule nightmare. I open my eyes... I am still chained to Ray's bed. I can still taste the vomit on the gag Ray had given me. I can feel the dried blood on the handcuffs above my head.
Ray is my friend. How could this happen? I told him no didnt I? Maybe he didnt understand me. Maybe he thought I meant no dont stop. Maybe he thought I liked this kind of stuff. I did let Victoria treat me badly, maybe he thought I was into that kind of behaivor.
How could I let this happen?
I could have stopped this, I should have known about the handcuffs.
I am stronger than he is, a split second sooner and I would not be handcuffed to this bed right now.
I know I am crying I can feel the tears on my cheaks. The welts on my back still sting from where he beat me with the cable.
I hear him comming. He slappes me in the face saying something about it didnt hurt that much. I tell him through the gag "I said no". He hits me on my ass and says, "I dont care".
This cant be Ray. Not the Ray that I know. The Ray that I know would never do something like this.
I catch a glimps of my reflection in the window. This person is not me.......bruised, gaged, crying, cut open.......who is this person?
End Who is this person by Andrea: email@example.com
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