Damenstok

Olya never walked at night, because she was terrified of maniacs, dangerous psychopaths and drunken drunks hanging around in the doorways – her parents intimidated her so much in childhood that even at the age of twenty-seven she never went outside later than eleven, always locked the door with a chain and two locks, and also slept with the light on and a knife under the pillow. She chose a place of work close so as not to return home late and be safe; she made friends who were quiet, who did not like parties and hanging out in clubs and bars; She never got drunk at events and was the only one sober in companies – in general, she did everything to protect herself and her loved ones from nights and dangers. But even such caution did not save her. Waking up after a long sleep, Olya, dressed in a white chiton, could not understand anything because of the pain in her head. It took her about a quarter of an hour to come to her senses, to realize who she was and where she was. She answered the first question with ease, but the second scared her terribly. She was lying on a comfortable single bed in a small cozy room with pale lilac walls and dark furniture: one wall was completely covered with a wardrobe, another wall was decorated with picturesque landscapes, there was a table with a red table lamp and a bedside table with a glass of water by the bed. But even though the room was cozy, there were still questions: where was she and how did she end up here? Jumping out of bed, the alarmed girl wanted to go to the slightly open door, but fell and felt a burning pain in her leg. Turning around, she saw that she was chained to the foot of the bed. Various scary thoughts swirled in the wild rhythm of the tango, making the already aching head ache more. Where is she? How did you get here? What happened? Realizing that it was impossible to panic, Olya pulled herself together, crawled to the beginning of the chain and examined it in an attempt to figure out how to free herself, but all her efforts were in vain – freedom was unattainable. Then she decided to explore the whole room in search of some kind of thing with which to break the chain (although it was unlikely, but, as they say, hope dies last). "Nothing! There's nothing here!" she thought. Clutching her head, she sat down on the bed in an attempt to calm the heart beating painfully against the walls of her chest. "We need to remember what happened! So... Precisely! I was coming home after work... And? What's next?!" Heavy footsteps were heard outside the door, – a heavy man of forty years entered the room. He looked unremarkable: his short blue-brown hair was slicked back, the kisses of sleepless nights were dark under his brown eyes, a wart bulged on his forehead and an orange shirt enveloped a fat belly. He grinned horribly, revealing yellow, disgusting teeth. "Hello, Olenka..." he hissed in a low voice. "Did you get enough sleep, Olenka?" Olya was silent, staring in horror at her captor and crawling back, pressing her back against the cold wall. "Why are you silent, Olenka? Don't move back, Olenka; better come here, I'll hug you..." The man crawled like a predator to the bed and sat on its edge, not ceasing to stare at the scared girl. "Oh, I didn't introduce myself! It's not good, it's not good... My name is Nick, Olenka! I'm your admirer, Olenka... For about six months I've been watching you, Olenka; I've been watching and dreaming of hugging you, appropriating you... And you're finally here, next to me, Olenka... Well, why are you silent? Say something, please, Olenka..." "Who are you?.." "I introduced myself!" "It doesn't give me anything! Who are you? What am I doing here?! How did I get here?!" "Don't shout, Olenka!" "Olenka, yes, Olenka! Enough! Answer the questions!" red Olya screamed, trembling and breathing feverishly through clenched teeth. A drop of cold sweat slid down her throbbing temple. "I'm your admirer, Olenka! I love you, I love you very much and I want you to be mine alone. I just slipped a sleeping pill into your tea and then took it to my house... Your closet is very, very big and cozy, but this room will be more comfortable..." he stroked her knee and licked his lips. "Don't touch me, monster!" "A monster? What did you call me?!" Nick angrily grabbed her shackled foot and yanked with all his might. Olya tried to resist, but very soon her strength left her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, afraid of what this monster could do to her. But Nick didn't hit her, he just stroked her cheek and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't call me that, Olenka! I love you!" The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately screamed, because Nick with his thick dirty fingers slipped under her chiton and stroked her tummy. "You have beautiful skin, Olenka! And the tummy is soft..." he pressed his ear against her stomach. "I wish my son was fighting there, Olenka!" "My son?! What are you talking about?!" "I really want a son from you, Olenka! Very... want..." Aching with lust, Nick loomed over her, lifted her chiton so that she could not see his face and was temporarily immobilized, pressed his slobbery lips to her tender breasts and bit painfully on the nipple, then jerked off her underwear. Olya screamed loudly and struggled in every possible way, trying to free herself from the clutches of the monster, but in vain – Nick, excited by her attempts to escape, was stronger. Perspiration soaked her hot forehead, tears rolled down her red cheeks like pearls and pleas broke from her lips to stop and let her go, but instead of answering, her breath came in short gasps. "Olenka, my dear Olenka!.." A sharp pain shot through the shaking body, and the blood of a virgin dripped onto the blanket – the hymen was mercilessly torn. Olya screamed louder, thinking that the neighbors would hear her and come to help. Startled, Nick, finding nothing with which to shut the girl up, grabbed her by the neck and squeezed hard. "If you shout again, I'll kill you!" he cried angrily. Olya fell silent and burst into bitter tears. Instead of the desired moans, painful wheezing and crying broke from pale lips; with each new rough thrust, everything burned and hurt more inside, every moment the man's passion became more burning and unbearable, from which he began to lose control and covered the girl's tender limbs with bruises and scratches, sinking into a pit of unbridled lust and violence. ... Olya lay wrapped in a blanket and chained her empty gaze to the wall. Nick adjusted his trousers, lay down next to her and gently hugged her from behind. "Olenka, did you like it?" She didn't answer. "I really liked it! You are very narrow and pleasant, my dear..." Olya could not stand it and burst into tears, covering her face with her palms. She could not believe in the reality of what was happening, she could not understand what fate was punishing her for. Why did she have this spoiled life? What did she do wrong? However, despair has not yet consumed her. She spent the next day alone, writhing in pain in her lower abdomen. All her arms, thighs, and neck were almost purple with bruises, and her mind was occupied with the horror of last night. She was disgusted not only by Nick, but also by herself. Used, dirty, disgusting–that's how she called herself, grabbing her hair and biting her fingers. She did not know where her tormentor was and did not understand how much time it was, but she understood one thing – she had to try to escape, no matter what the cost. After trying to break the chain again, she began to examine the room more carefully, but, unfortunately, she found nothing. In the evening, Nick returned to her and raped her again, raped her cruelly and mercilessly, treated her like a thing, not a person, and after the act of humiliation, he went to sleep next to her, hugging the poor girl to his chest and whispering words of love in her ear. Olya spent the next few days looking for a way out and thinking over an escape plan. The hope of salvation did not fade in her and burned with a scarlet flame, and it seemed that luck should have turned to face her, but luck was more distant after two weeks of her incessant torment. There was a tear: Olya no longer looked around the room, did not think about escaping, but only lay on her side and stared at the wall. When Nick brought her food, she soullessly looked at the delicious dishes that her captor offered, and did not eat anything. Then Nick had to force-feed her with a spoon and tell her with care how useful the food he cooked was. "Eat, eat chicken, Olenka; it contains essential amino acids that are necessary for your fragile body. Moreover, chicken protein is well digested and digested, Olenka". Olenka was silent and looked more like a doll than a person, which Nick did not like at all. He no longer molested her, did not hurt her, on the contrary, took care of her condition, read her books at night and caressed her, whispering words of love. And so several months passed. Olenka laughed fervently at Nick's next joke and smiled radiantly, looking at him with tenderness and stroking her growing belly, in which the conceived child was beating. She was still chained to the chain, but she was already used to it and did not notice it. "How I love you, my darling, my darling!" she hugged her tormentor, kissing his cheeks and forehead. "And I love you, Olenka! And I love our son too..." he stroked her belly affectionately and winked. "I can't wait to see him in person! Our little baby..." Suddenly she burst into bitter tears and burst into hysterical laughter. She's broken, she's completely broken! And madly in love with someone who didn't spare her. "What happened, Olenka?" "I love you so much!" she threw herself into his arms and sobbed harder than ever. "I love you, I love you!.." Nick kissed her hot forehead and laid her on the bed. "Hush, hush, Olenka, calm down! Take care of your nerves, otherwise our son will grow up nervous and anxious..." "What did you do to me, Nick? I can't, I'm exhausted from love and at the same time I suffer terribly from it! You love me and ruin me with your love!" "I'm not ruining, I'm taking care! You're mine, only mine..." He kissed her. A few months later, baby Ilyusha was born, and in Nick's life, from now on, there was only family and nothing but family, because he gave his all. After freeing Olenka from the chain, he gave her the opportunity to explore their very cozy and spacious apartment, and then said, hugging her to him: "You're not going to run away from me, are you, Olenka? You won't run away, you won't leave me and our son, right? Right. I trust you, Olenka". And Olenka really did not run away, she did not even allow thoughts of escape. Although, in general, thoughts left her head and left a gaping void and misunderstanding of reality there; this was how a broken brain protected her from excessive stress. Until now, she did not believe in her freedom, considering it imaginary, she still did not believe that she had survived the agony of pregnancy and brought her beloved Ilyusha into the world, she still did not believe in her happiness or misfortune. While waiting for Nick from work, she wandered around the nursery and lulled her son to sleep with a quiet lullaby. Suddenly she stopped talking, sat down on a chair, and tears flowed in fleeting rivers from her eyes. "Why did life punish us so much, Ilyusha? Why were you born into such a family, such a strange and crazy family? And your tiny life causes only contempt! And my life is despicable, dirty! But we live, and we will live; we have nowhere to go... And none of us is to blame..." And they lived a long time... but is it happy?