Get me outa here

[❤Rose❤]

Get me outa here

Now I’m here for almost four weeks and slowly I can’t stand it any longer. It’s not that they hurt me too much or that I don’t get enough food, but this being alone in a dark cell and the torturing from time to time slowly drives me crazy. Getting tortured is horror, but the worst thing is the anticipation cuz I never know when they do it. Always when the door opens I freeze and I don’t know whether they give me something to eat or whether they make me suffer again and so the whole thing begins to destroy me.

Ok, I must admit that I’m a bit submissive and that I also like some light S&M stuff, especially when somebody ties me up and tickles me, but this here is completely different. Ok, it’s almost the same situation and I know how it feels, especially as I worked as a fetish model for many years, but this here is against my will and I have no chance to use a safeword and so it’s no fun, it’s only painfully.

Now I sit here in my cell and something is different. This time they haven’t tied my hands and I’m only locked up and so it’s a bit more comfortable. For a moment I think about why they didn’t tie me up again and I don’t know the reason. Maybe they feel too safe, but I don’t think so. Prolly it’s because I was so exhausted after the last session that I almost fainted. But anyway, I really don’t care much about the reason as long as it is a bit more comfortable now. I rub my sore wrists and ankles and lean against the wall. My eyes are closed and slowly I begin to recover a bit. For a moment I think about what to do now.

Maybe it would be the best thing to give up and to help Kane. At least that would prevent me from getting tickled to death here. But in some way I can’t do that, I’m loyal. But then I remember what they told me the last time right before I almost passed out. Kane told me that the Undertaker said that he isn’t interested in me when I can’t get outa here alone. I’m not so sure whether this is the truth or whether Kane only said it to make me give up, but at least I think about it. Maybe I should agree to become Kane’s property and then he will let me go. Then I can do whatever I want. I can take care for my own career, but I also can turn against Kane then and get the revenge I deserve.

“Damn, yeah ..that’s what I will do. It’s really the best solution of my problem and whatever happens, my situation can’t get worse. This will bring me my freedom back.”

For a short moment I feel a bit better, but then I think of what will happen when my plan goes wrong. Then I will prolly get punished and I am not so sure if I could stand more punishment. Shit, that thought is really scaring. I’m completely insecure and lost in thoughts as I hear some noises at the door again. Then the door opens and I freeze. I shy back and huddle up. Hopefully they won’t continue to torture me.

”Ready for the next round?”

I shake my head violently and the tears are running again, but maybe this will be my chance to get outa here.

“No ..please, I give up. I will help you to destroy the Undertaker, I will be your slave forever and I will serve you in any way I can. You can believe me, I’m telling the truth, I have no power left to fight back. Please let me prove that I’m loyal. I will do anything you order me to do.”

God damn, hopefully they will believe me now. I look up to my torturer with pleading eyes, knowing exactly how cute I look. Mostly that works to convince people. At least in the past it always worked and it prevented me so many times from getting beaten up. But this time it seems to be different, this monster isn’t affected by my pleading.

But at least he only stands there and didn’t pull me out of my cell. Behind him I see the light and also the stairs that will bring me back to freedom. I start crying again and I’m so desperate, but then I get an idea. Ok, it’s no really good idea, but at the moment I don’t know what to do. I know it’s idiotic, but it’s the only way to get free.
So I jump up. It seems that he didn’t expect this and now I attack. I’m a fighter and one of my finishing moves is a spear and so I run at him and try to throw him down with a spear. If this works, then I would have the chance to run over to the stairs and to escape from this Hell here. When I can reach the door then I will find somebody who brings me away and then I will be free.
So I run over to him with full speed, but he’s so fucken heavy and as I run against his chest nothing happens. The only result is that I’m almost knocked out now. I stumble back and then I only hear an evil laugh. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder and then he walks off to the dungeon again. I struggle with my legs and punch him in the back, but all this doesn’t affect him

Now he opens the door to the next room and I see a dark room that is only lightened by some torches at the walls. In the middle of the room stands a pair of foot stocks in front of a bench and as I see this I begin to panic. I scream and beg and I also try to bite him and to struggle free, but it doesn’t help me. He sits me on the bench and ties my wrists at a pole above my head. Then he grabs me by my ankles and places my feet in the stocks. Now he locks them up and I’m helpless again. God damn, now he will kill me.

“Please, I’m sorry ..I won’t do it again. Please don’t punish me.”

He looks at me and laughs evilly again. Then he takes a long whip and smirks. God, he won’t hit me with this evil thing? It would slash my skin and prolly I will never become ok again. I cry and beg him not to do it. But he only raises his arm with the whip ín his hand. Then it smacks down, but he doesn’t hit me. Instead he hits the floor in front of my feet and I sigh. For a moment I really thought that he will cripple me with this thing. Then he laughs again and leaves the room.

Now I’m alone again and I’m so scared that he will come back and change his mind. But the next hours doesn’t happen anything and I’m alone with my fears. Then the door opens and my heart stops beating. He comes back and has a bucket and a brush in his hand. I look at the bucket and try to imagine what is insides, but I can’t see it. Then he puts the brush into the casket and rubs something on the soles of my feet. At first it feels only cold and tickles lightly so that I begin to giggle. I’m scared again that this will last for longer and then that I couldn’t stand it, but after a short moment he leaves me alone and leaves the room again.

I’m a bit puzzled and really doesn’t know what comes next, but I will learn it pretty soon. A few minutes later he comes back with two goats and now I know that it was salty water what he had put on my feet. I’ve heard from this kind of torture and I know that it was used in medieval times. I want to beg him that he shows some mercy on me, but it’s too late. Before I can say anything they begin to lick the salt from my feet and for the rest of the day my desperate screaming and giggling can be heard. During the small breaks I get I really regret my attack, but it’s too late and now all I can do is laugh and scream till this monster thinks that I have suffered enough. Hopefully somebody will come soon and get me out of the clutches of these sick bastards.