8 Days For Salvation

by Yolanda Olson

  I was breathing heavily, trying to fight my way past the pain, when I heard him start to breathe in labored, soft gasps.

  “Stick your fingers inside of yourself, Faith. I need you to do it right now,” he commanded. The bed was moving gently so I was sure he was doing something to himself, though I didn’t know what because I couldn’t see.

  I put my fingers against the metal opening. It was too narrow to stick my fingers inside but I knew what his reason would be. If he had been able to stick a metal rod through the opening, then my fingers shouldn’t be an issue.

  “Do it Faith. For me. Show me how much you want me,” he said in bated breaths as the bed continued to move.

  “Tell me what you’re doing Daniel. Make me brave enough to cut myself for you,” I replied boldly, running two fingertips up and down the jagged edges.

  “The rod I used inside of you is now inside of me,” he breathed.

  Not exactly what I expected.

  “In my throbbing cock that wants so much to be in your mouth again,” he continued, a moan escaping his lips.

  Oh my God.

  “Now, do as I told you to as you said you would. Stick your fingers inside of yourself,” he grunted.

  In any normal situation, I would have done it. I liked being an exhibitionist every now and then, but this was far from enjoyable. I started with one finger trying to find a way to snake it into the opening without doing too much damage to myself and after being almost skinned, I pulled it out.

  “Do it or I swear to God, I’ll show you what real pain is,” he seethed, quietly.

  With a whimper, I forced my finger through. I felt the warm blood rush from the cuts, but I was terrified of his threat. A fucking fork to the throat, a chastity belt made of dull spikes with sharp teeth at the opening, and a metal almost perforating my uterus—he was capable of more?

  “I can’t,” I said, a sob escaping my throat. “I can’t reach all the way. I’m sorry.”

  I pulled my almost shredded finger out and flinched when the bed moved swiftly. He let out a slow groan before he moved toward me. Using his hands, he roughly pushed my legs open even wider as he put his face between my thighs.

  I winced at how animalistic he was. The opening had to have skin cells and blood on it, and yet there he was trying to force his tongue through. I wasn’t particularly sure what was so arousing about it, but Daniel seemed determined—do much so that he managed to squeeze his tongue through and lick my clit a couple of times before pulling away.

  “Fuck this,” he growled.

  He sat me up and held me in place as his hands roamed along the bed. When he found what he was looking for, he laid me back down again. I heard the click of the padlock, which told me that he had found the key. He didn’t remove the chastity belt right away. Instead he told me to take a deep breath as he started to move the rod into the opening again. Only this time, he wasn’t moving it into me, this time he was using it against my clit. Pushing gently against the tiny hole, moving it in circles, coaxing it to open.

  I gasped as he continued to move it in circles gently, then started to push it in. I didn’t even know it was possible to open that hole up, but Daniel did, and he moved with slow determination.

  The bed moved again as he reached for something and I heard the bottle pop open again, the sound of another round of lube being used, and the chuckle of his triumph the more he was able to get it in.

  “Stay just like that, Faith,” he said quietly.

  A moment later he gently undid the chastity belt and moved it around the rod that was still protruding from me, pulling it off of me. Daniel rested his head on the inside of my thigh as he slowly pulled the rod out.

  “I have to be quick, it won’t stay like that for long,” he said, getting to his knees.

  “What?” I asked in a daze. I couldn’t even have imagined in my darkest nightmares what was going to happen next.

  “Hold still,” he whispered.

  Something that felt like latex, and was larger than the rod, was being maneuvered in stretching the hole even bigger than before. It felt like a plug of some kind, but I wasn’t sure because I had never used one. He pushed it in and turned it a few times, making sure it was the size he wanted it, before he pulled it out. I heard a dull thud on the carpeted floor, so I assumed the rod had served its purpose for now.

  “This is going to be fucking amazing. Just the tip, Faith. I promise,” he breathed as he quickly pulled the plug out and gripped my hips.

  I was aware of Daniel’s level of keeping his promises now and silently started to pray for death. I didn’t know the level of depravity a man could reach until this moment.

  I felt the tip of his dick like he said I would, but I also felt his hand holding my pussy open as he started to push gently into my clit.

  The pain; it was beautiful and damning all at the same time. Beautiful in the sense that all of the nerves housed in that small secluded area were more alive than I could ever remember. Damning in a way that told me that nothing would ever be the same again. But because I knew I wasn’t meant to leave this hell alive, it wouldn’t matter.

  Every very nerve inside of me, every feeling I never dared to feel, were blaring so loudly that even an angel descending from heaven wouldn’t be able to stop the forbidden sensation. No amount of deliverance would save the soul of a person who as much as she wanted it to end, couldn’t get enough of how my clit hugged at his cock—how I knew I would most likely beg for this to happen again, as much as I would beg for him to stop if he did.

  Daniel moaned loudly as he pushed his dick in a little further than he promised, but stopped where he was. He began to move it in and out of me, almost as if he were fucking my pussy instead of being inside of my clit.

  My hands gripped his forearms and this time he didn’t seem to mind. My fingers dug in as I hoped he would stop soon, and he still didn’t seem to mind.

  It was when I couldn’t take the pain anymore and started to push him away that he became angry. A hand swiftly wrapped around my throat cutting off my oxygen as he finally pulled himself out of me.

  But it wasn’t anger as it turned out; it was rapture. Daniel pressed his lips hungrily against mine as he reached down and started pulling on his cock rapidly. I felt it when his cum shot out and landed on my stomach. What he had just done to me had been enough to get him off and assure that I would always do as he said.

  Just like a good girl.

  Chapter Eight

  “Reflection will be your penance for today, Faith,” Daniel said, when he finished zipping his pants. He reached for my legs and pulled me flat onto my back as he fastened the chastity belt around my waist again. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts and be back for you when night comes.”

  I let out a shudder as parts of me began to return to their normal state. Somehow, I knew that the feeling of him in places where no man should ever have gone, would haunt me for whatever time I had left.

  I tried to push what had just been done to me out of my mind. The longer I lingered on the thought, the better the chance it would break me. If I allowed that, Daniel would win long before it was all said and done.

  Thinking of unicorns and rainbows isn’t going to make this nightmare go away, but it’s a start.

  Putting a hand to my forehead, I started to think of the good things that had happened to me in my life.

  When I was three years old, my mother had given me a beautiful dress for my birthday. As the story she told me went, I was something of a terror when I saw something that I wanted, but we had been out shopping one day and I walked over to the dress, pulled it down from the rack almost bringing the rack down with it, and held it close to my body. It was almost as if I had fallen in love for the very first time. She said when she had come to clean up the mess I made, she told me that the dress was too expensive and she wouldn’t be able to afford it that day, so I handed it back to her sadly, waving at the dress as we left. Apparently, that had been the only time I never t
hrew a tantrum over something I wanted, so she surprised me with it on my birthday.

  I still have that dress, I thought as a small smile crept across my lips.

  When I was eight years old, one of the neighborhood boys stole my bike. Knocked me right off of it onto the ground and started to pedal away on it. I didn’t cry, nor did I chase him. I just sat on the pavement waiting, because I knew my older brother had been watching me play outside as our mother had told him to. I remember feeling giddy when the front screen door slammed open and the sound of my brother’s quick footsteps approaching me. Without saying a word, I raised a finger and pointed down the long street and grinned because he hadn’t gotten that far yet. My brother raised his rifle-like gun, waited a few seconds, then squeezed the trigger sending the boy to the ground. That was when I stood up and went to retrieve my bike.

  Lucas was always an amazing shot. I wonder what he’s up to now? Would he kill Daniel to save me from this?

  Thirteen. That was the age I started to fuck up my life. Rebellious wasn’t the word to describe the reign of terror I put my parents through. High school was a rough time for me and I ended up getting involved with the captain of the wrestling team. He was about three years older than me and wasted no time in shaping me into “the woman I ought to be” as he had said. Sex, booze, drugs—nothing was off limits in our intense relationship. I actually fell so hard for him that I ended up running away when he graduated high school. I didn’t want to be left behind as I saw it, so he found a one-bedroom apartment for us to live in. He worked and I went to school. He wanted me to finish my education so that I would be smarter than him. When I graduated from high school, the remaining years I spent with him were a haze of heroin and sexual bliss.

  Where are you now that I need you? I thought miserably.

  Wait.

  I sat up as best as I could and thought about my last night with Trace. We had gone to dinner to celebrate our anniversary and What else happened? I wracked my brain to remember. I was pretty sure that we had run into someone, but I wasn’t sure what the rest of the night had turned into. It could have been a three-way, since those were something that I enjoyed and Trace never minded. Our rule for sex with other people was that we would have to be present, and if one of us came back without a “date” the other would be allowed to join in. If we both came home with someone, we would have our fun in the same room so that the other person wouldn’t be put in harm’s way.

  I loved Trace more than I loved myself, so I agreed to it since happened far and few in between. Actually, I was pretty sure that I could count the number of times it happened on one hand.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped.

  It was Daniel; it had to be. That was the last time I could ever remember being outside the walls of the devil’s home and that was the last time I had seen Trace. The young girl inside of me prayed that he was still alive, maybe in one of the other rooms, but the woman in me that had been forced to take control of her fate wondered otherwise.

  Daniel didn’t seem like the kind of man who would allow competition in his home and Trace would have killed him by now for hurting me.

  This entire time that I had spent in the dark, I now realized that I had been blinded by my own will to survive—not realizing that my captor was the last person I had actually laid eyes upon.

  I have to get back under the house. I have to find Trace and set him free.

  I wasn’t sure if my plan would work or when I would be able to bring it to fruition. I wasn’t sure if Trace had been blinded like me or what else could have happened to him, but our bond was strong enough that if he knew I was in trouble, he would try to save me.

  How many days were left in this hell was no longer a worry for me. Finding Trace and getting out of here alive was the only thing I wanted now. I would let Daniel think he was winning at whatever game he was playing, and when the moment came, I would find a way to get back under the house and set Trace free.

  Chapter Nine

  A soft knock at the door roused me from my sleep. I jumped, unable to believe that I had been stupid enough to allow my guard to go down like I had. Daniel could have done anything to me in those moments, but he chose to wake me up instead.

  “Good evening, Faith,” he said cheerfully. “Did you sleep well? Reflect on things you needed to?”

  “Yes,” I replied in a froggy voice. I cleared my throat and turned my head toward the sound of his voice. He was at the door, not quite inside the room yet.

  “Good! Would you like to share any of those thoughts with me?” he asked.

  “I was just thinking about the dress my mother had bought me for my third birthday,” I replied quietly.

  “Was it a pretty dress?”

  I nodded. “Light blue with ruffles along the hem. It stopped just above my knees.”

  “Sounds lovely,” he replied. “Anything else, Faith?”

  “Nothing that wouldn’t require a question or two on my end,” I admitted with a sigh.

  “I’m intrigued. I’ll allow you one question,” he replied, his voice thick with amusement.

  Behind my blindfold, I tried to raise an eyebrow. I wasn’t expecting that; I was expecting being smacked or clit fucked again for even suggesting it. I took a deep breath and thought about what I wanted to ask. It was obviously going to be about Trace, but I didn’t exactly know how to ask it.

  Hoping that his eyes were on me, I reached my left hand across the bed and patted the empty spot. Daniel replied with a chuckle, but moments later, the bed moved as he sat down where I asked him to. It took all the bravery I had in me to do what I did next. I turned my hand, palm up, and held it out.

  “Is that necessary?” he asked in disgust.

  “Please.”

  With a loud sigh, he dropped his hand into mine. I didn’t close my fingers around it too tightly, but enough to let him know that I appreciated his small act of kindness. No matter how much it seemed to obviously pain him to do it.

  “Ask your question,” he barked, shifting his hand slightly in mine. The act alone was enough to change his demeanor from kindness to rage and it also told me that I had power over him in that moment. Daniel didn’t appear to be used to kindness or the touch of a woman who was willing to give it.

  “Would you please put me back underneath?” I asked.

  Daniel pulled his hand roughly out of mine, and sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room, I could hear the sound of an airplane flying about the house, and I could hear the sound of my own blood rush to my ears but Daniel still said nothing.

  I sighed and turned my face away from him.

  “Why?” he finally asked, gently turning my face back toward him. “And don’t lie to me.”

  How do I say this without giving myself away?

  “Because I believe that I left something down there that I need,” I said quietly.

  Daniel let out a loud laugh. He rose from the bed and scooped me up into his arms, walking us quickly out of the room. When he descended the first flight of stairs, I felt hopeful that he was honoring my request, but when he continued walking longer than he should have, I knew I was wrong. Instead, he took us to the front door and set me on my feet, holding me firmly by the elbow.

  The clicks told me that he was unlocking the door and we were going outside again, but I wasn’t sure why. I really didn’t want to have to deal with that fork thing again and the only time he had subjected me to it was when we were out on the property.

  “Walk as quickly as you can and don’t try anything stupid. You won’t be able to get far anyway,” he warned, before pulling the door open.

  He didn’t wait for me to agree. Tightening his fingers around my elbow like a vice, he led me out into the cool night. The sounds of the grass underneath our feet invading my ears. About ten minutes into our walk, I missed a step and fell to my knees. The weight of the chastity belt wasn’t helping much and it took me a couple of tries to get
back to my feet.

  Daniel didn’t waste any time in scooping me up into his arms and carrying me the rest of the way there.

  With a grunt, he set me on my feet again and told me to stay where I was. Then I heard something that sounded like a whoosh followed by an immense heat almost directly in front of me.

  “Come to my voice, Faith,” he commanded, in a steely tone. The closer I got to Daniel, the closer the heat got to my skin. I hesitated in my last few steps toward him because the heat was starting to make the metal of the belt warm and it was scaring me.

  “Two more steps directly in front of you,” he said, quietly. “I’m right here.”

  I shuffled forward, not exceeding the two steps he told me that I needed. I reached down and put my hands on the metal hoping he would understand why I was suddenly so afraid.

  “You’ll have to be in the actual flame for it to do much more than that,” he said with a chuckle. “But I’ll tell you what we’re standing next to and why. This is one of my very favorite things. It’s an incinerator I managed to salvage from an old factory. It took me a while to get it to work again, but when I did I knew it would serve a purpose in all of this.”

  “You’ll have to be in the flame.” Is he going to push me in?

  I took a hesitant step back, but Daniel reached forward and pulled me back toward him. He moved behind me and used his body to push me closer to the mechanism, opening the latch that led to the flames of Hell.

  “The reason we’re here is because you need to understand. Those that don’t get saved, that don’t serve a purpose to me, go into the fire. What you assume you’ve lost that’s still underneath my home has long since been gone. Would you like to feel the way it left us?”

  He didn’t give me a chance to reply or even catch my breath. Instead he grabbed my forearms tightly and held them in front of the open door, the flames starting to lap hungrily at the flesh on my palms. I started to sob, tried to struggle against him as the heat threatened to consume my hands, but he simply leaned his head down.