Wanting Winter(53)

“Beautiful,” he says, pushing it in further. I cry out, the object stretching me, filling me.

He keeps pushing until whatever it is, is in deep. He takes it out slowly and rams it back in. It’s like each day he finds ways to hurt me even more.

After a few minutes, he stops. I hear his breathing coming in faster. Then I feel a whack across my back, the burning sting reaching all over my body. He has belted me. He hits me over and over. I can feel blood falling down my sides. He goes to my legs, with each hit I sob out.

“I thought you wanted to try this. You told Trent as much. You wanted to try the BDSM. I am fulfilling your wishes.” He hits me again.

How did he know that I said that?

I feel him bend down to my ear. “Did I not mention? I have cameras at yours, Trent’s and Candice’s house. The dirty things those two got up to, it would make you blush.” He laughs, and more tears fall from my eyes.

I don’t say anything.

Nothing I say, no matter how much I plead and beg, will make any difference.

I am using all my inner strength to keep me whole. I feel it breaking but I can’t let him take all my power. I can’t let him have my soul.

He uses his foot and turns me. I cry out from the pain when I land on my back. I look up at him with blurry eyes and I see him holding a knife.

“If you try to not scream, I will try and not scar you for life.” He kneels down and starts cutting along my stomach. “I used to love your flawless skin. When I was home, I watched you getting changed, or coming out of the shower. I wanted to lick every inch of you.” He leans down, licking up some of my blood.

My body shivers.

“Don’t scream,” he chuckles, and starts cutting along my breasts, my legs, my upper and inner thighs.

I clamp my mouth shut.

He wants me to scream, but like hell will I: I want marks on me that I will always remember, to remember him marking my skin.

“Good girl.”





Candice


I use my spare key to get into Winter’s apartment. It's weird being here after everything that has gone down, but I know something isn’t right. No one has heard from her in almost four weeks now. I have gone to the school admissions and someone is emailing them to tell them that Winter is in a bad place, but I know it’s not her.

Entering Winter’s room, I go to her side draw, grabbing her phone book. I told her so many times that she was lame for having it, but she’d said that if her phone ever broke or died she would have all her numbers on hand. I’m glad of it now.

I flip through the pages until I find her mom’s number. There’s no answer. Then I spot a post-it that says ‘Mom’ and a number underneath that I dial.

I pray that she doesn’t hang up on me.

After a few rings, she answers.

“Hi Mrs. Daniels. This is Candice, Winters friend,” I say mildly.

“Oh, hello, sweetie. What a surprise. Is everything okay?” She says in a cheery voice. I guess Winter hasn’t filled her in yet.

“Yeah, I’m good. How’s you.” I start off with the small talk.

“I’m brilliant. I needed this cruise so bad. Mr. Daniels and I feel like teenagers again.” She laughs, and I chuckle with her. I knew they were away on holiday; I remember Winter saying ages ago. “How’s Winter?” I definitely know now that Winter isn’t with them.

“You know how Winter is, study, study, study. I was just seeing when you were back. We all need to have a good catch up.” I look around Winter’s room, and nothing is missing. If you were going somewhere, things would be gone.

“Still have two weeks. I’d better go. Tell Winter to stop studying so hard and have fun. We will all go for dinner once we are back home.”

“I will tell her.” We say our goodbyes.

I stand up opening her draws and cupboards and notice that nothing has been taken. Her weekend bag is still here. I look in her jewelry box and that’s when I know something is definitely wrong. Her grandmother, before she died, gave Winter a snowflake necklace. Winter wouldn’t leave it behind in case anything ever happened to it.

I walk further into the living room and see a bottle of wine on the coffee table, unopened. I look around some more and something doesn’t feel right. Taking hold of my phone, I message the guys telling them to come here as quickly as possible. I may hate Winter, but I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her.

However, something tells me it already has.





Winter


I am sitting on a chair, my front to the backrest, my ankles tied to the legs of the seat, and my wrists tied together in front of me. Tears fall down my cheeks with the feel of the whip hitting my back, but I don’t make a sound.

He has tried everything to hear me scream, beg, plead, to make any sort of sound, but I don’t. I have numbed myself.

No one is looking for me.

I have been here for weeks and not one person has come anywhere near this room.

Thoughts of Drake, Trent, and Joshua enter my mind, wondering what they are doing.

Are they thinking about me?

I know I am stuck here for a while as my parents are away on a cruise and even when they are back, they won’t think anything bad has happened as I don’t call them as much as I should.

I look down at my body and I hardly recognize it.