An Object of Desire Ch 5: A Bird let out of its Cage

the feeling of being ripped apart, emotionally, physically, and sexually. The bird let out of her cage only to be hunted by predators in the sky.

Left once again, alone in the dudgeon, the rattle of the chains being the only sound she would hear for hours. The only sound of torment.

Years had passed since the day she had awakened in the comfort of her own bed, the left side of her forehead pounding, out of instinct she attempted to soothing the ache with the touch of her hand, and the rattling of chains rung through her ear, making her head pound even more. When her hand reached her forehead before she could open her eyes and see them, she felt the cold steel near her cheek and ear, although her hands were free to move, they had been chained together and rattled every time she tried to move them. she opened her eyes to see herself dressed exactly as she was the night before, her knees and elbow bruised and in pain, she was sure she had a similar bruise on her forehead where it hurt.

For days He kept her captive in that room, she was free to move about the confines of that room, to scream, cry out in pain, beg for mercy, for release, to curse at him, make any appeal or insult. He never budged, never showed anger, love, compassion, or cruelty. Every morning before he left for work he’d wake her, nurse her bruises, carry her to the restroom to take of her business, then feed her, and lock her in for the day. Every evening when he returned, he’d carry her to the bathroom to take of her business, then feed her, and carry her back to her bed, he’d lay in beside her, hold on to her, touch her, feel her, grope her, strike her if she objected. That was the only time when he responded to her curses with assaults of his own, only at night when he slept next to her, he’d spent the entire night feeling her, groping her, biting her. Though her never undressed her, never undressed himself, he didn’t rape her(not yet), for she was only thirteen.

Days passed and her screams and curses dies out, she was tired, her throat sore, her spirit had started to give out, soon she would lay there lifeless as her touched her, groped her, kissed her, bit her, only a few silent tears escaped her eyes, he hardly noticed them. she became more and more compliant each day, doing exactly as he bid, said no words unless her wanted her to, gave responses that would please him, spoke to him politely and respectfully. Soon enough, he unchained her, and left her hands free for the first time in a almost a month. For the first time He allowed her to bathe and change her clothes. he tended to her bruised and chaffed wrists, having spend almost a month constantly chained, her hands were weak, she could barely move them without wincing in pain.

In less than a few weeks her wounds had healed, she had proved herself loyal to him, obeyed him well and he brought her a gift. For her did not come home alone that evening, he had brought with him the boy she loved. She struggled not to let the shock, fear, and panic be plainly seen from her face, she tried to put on a brave and indifferent front, while her boyfriend proceeded to embrace her and ask her questions full of concern regarding her health. Her father responded in her stead “She had been a little unwell with a fever and was already a little weak after she got her firs period a few weeks past.” Her head went up startled to look at her father, it was true enough that she was so to speak a “woman” now. She did not know how to react to this entire situation, her father had molested her, chained her, kept her captive, and turned her into an obedient doll he would grope and feel up anytime he wanted, and now he invites her one true love and confidant to reveal to him that ‘she had been sick and on her period’. For a moment she almost believed him to be true and thought that maybe she had dreamed the entire affair with her father, maybe she had lost her mind and imagined everything, that it was all a dream and she was now awake.

In her confusion and turmoil, she felt herself involuntarily falling into his embrace and starting to sob. He hugged her tightly and comforted her, she looked up from his shoulder to see her father staring at her in rage, she felt a sense of doom around her, stopped crying and stepped out of his embrace wiping the tears from her cheek. He asked for her father’s permission to take her out for sometime, to make her feel better, and to her surprise, her father didn’t object to this.

She was surprised, scared and confused, she felt like a bird let out of a cage, she didn’t like captivity, but she feared the open skies, for fear of being hunted and trapped again. Her boyfriend was able to sense her fear, he asked her if she was okay repeatedly, and each time she smiled and said ‘Yes, I’m perfectly fine’. They walked and spoke to each other for a few hours, she had almost forgotten about everything she had been through, she wanted this walk to go on forever, she had laughed with him, laughed, for the first time since that night. They walked hand in hand, with their arms interlinked, with his hand around her shoulder, soon they stopped their stride and he got closer to her, his hands suddenly turned into chains, his lips getting close to her reminded her of her fathers cruel touch, she panicked and moved away from him. Her hands shivered violently, he kept trying to come close and she kept pushing him away. She started to weep openly, and he stepped back a few paces, eventually, she calmed herself down and when she composed herself to look up at him expecting to see anger, she saw concern, he had tears in his eyes, he was upset, concerned, worried. He stepped forward once again, gently placed his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her. He again asked her if she was okay, if there was something wrong, and she again answered with ‘Yes, I’m perfectly fine’. It was not as convincing this time, he asked if she wanted to go back to her home and rest, a fearful ‘NO!’ escaped her lips, and he again looked at her with concern.

They sat there in the park for some time, eventually he took her to his place. She had been to his place may times, and didn’t know why, but for the first time she felt suffocated once the door closed, she felt trapped indoors. She wanted to go back out, beneath the open sky. But by now she had learned to keep her feelings well hidden and trapped within her. It was only her, her boyfriend Troy, and his older brother Josh. He greeted them and they all got chatting, in no time she had forgotten about her fears and started to feel comfortable again. Her boyfriend had to leave when his phone started to ring and he had been called for some work by his father. She rose with him and decided that she would leave, her boyfriend offered to drop her, but there was a counter offer by his brother who said with a polite smile “I’ll drop her, you don’t want to make father wait”. Her boyfriend gave her a hug and left urging his brother to inform him once Maya was safe and at home.

She asked if they should leave, and Josh urged her to wait and join him for a drink. She declined politely, feeling fear and panic build inside her. He urged her to at least have some coke and then they’d leave, reluctantly she agreed, unaware of the fact that he had spiked her drink. The more she drank, the more uneasy she felt, until her eyes became too heavy for her to keep open. She attempted to say something and her words turned into mumbles, she attempted to stand up only for her legs to give up and she fell right back onto the couch.

Through blurry-teary eyes, she saw him get up and come close to her, move his hand through her long tresses. He said a few thing about her beauty, her body, how he was jealous of his brother, he never understood why she liked Troy and not him. she wanted to respond, to scream, to cry, but her body failed her. He dragged her to his bed by the hair, he tore off her clothes, he ravaged her shaking body, choked her, fucked her, again, and again, and again, while she lay there like a lifeless dead body. Eventually after being used and abused, tired from being fucked repeatedly, she felt herself fainting at last, just when she was about to submit to the sleep, he’d slap her, and hit her with his belt to keep her awake, he wanted her to “feel every moment of this” he said. She could not tell how long this went on for, she could not tell, how many times he raped her, all she could feel, was the pain, the feeling of being ripped apart, emotionally, physically, and sexually. The bird let out of her cage only to be hunted by predators in the sky.

She was close to fainting again when he unleashed his belt on her tits and her belly, again, marking her with marks, again. And she heard a distant *smack* and no less than a few seconds had passed when she felt him being pulled from on top of her, she tried to see what has happened but her body had given up, all she heard was a few distant slaps and then there was someone looking down on her once again. But this time, it was him, looking at her with concern and pain once again, it was Troy who rescued her from his own brother. She fainted with her head in his lap, a faint smile upon her face, fighting through her own tears, and his tears falling onto her face, stinging on the wounds his brother had given her.

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