Who is this person	    Who is this person

 by Andrea

  

 

 Disclaimer: I dont own them, I will put them back hopefully unharmed. 

 Author's Notes: thanks to Lisa, she always makes me.

 Story Notes: 

 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: squeakerb03@hotmail.com

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