Tammy’s POV:
Why am I here? What’s going on? I looked at my reflection in the window. This isn’t right. Why do I look like I do now? I’m dreaming. I know I’m dreaming. So wake the fuck up. Why can’t I wake up? My clothes, I haven’t seen this bra and pantie set since that night. You know what’s coming so get the fuck out of there. It’s too late. He’s here. I can feel him outside the door. The knob is turning, fight him. The door opens, and he stands there. A sinister smirk on his face, and blackness behind him. Where’s the motel hallway? He strolls in, the door slamming by itself behind him. “Hello Angel.” he says, his voice low and menacing. Stay away from me you sick fuck. “W-who are you?” That’s not what I said. That’s not what I said at all. Run! Why can’t I move. “We’re going to have so much fun tonight Angel.” he said walking closer to me. “Please. I don’t want to do this.” Don’t cower to him. Fight him, run do something! Wipe that fucking smirk off your face, you twisted son of a bitch. “I really don’t care what you want.” he growled, grabbing my hair. Don’t let him drag you over there. Is there nothing I can do?
He threw me to the bed, and I cried out when he ripped the hair right out of my head because he didn’t let go. Not going to let me control anything, but sure as hell going to let me feel it. Thanks brain, its not like this nightmare isn’t fucked up enough already. He dropped the clump of hair, and backhanded me to silence my cries. Fucking wake up!
He tied each wrist and ankle to the bed post. I struggled, or at least tried to, but my body won’t cooperate. Why don’t I have any control? Instead I lay there, spread eagle, and helpless for his sick twisted idea of fun. “Now lets get rid of these.” he said tearing the underwear from me. “You are beautiful.” he said as he ran both hands up my body. “Please don’t.” Stop it. He wants you to beg. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking you.”
He got up off the bed, and walked to the same black bag that always appears on the night stand. He never walks in with it. It always just appears. And there it is, the medical saw that begins my nightmare. “W-what are you going to do?” You know what he’s going to do. He’s going to cut through your nails, and rip them off. He’s not going to answer you. He’s just going to smile that evil smile, and turn it on. The saw spins to life. Told ya. Can you not hear me? I’M ONLY SCREAMING IN YOUR BRAIN!
“No please don’t.” Now you struggle. He cracked his neck as he leaned into my hand. My pleas became screams as the blade cut through to the bone. Stop screaming! It’s only getting him off. Oh for the love of God WAKE UP! It’s so real. I can feel as each nail gets ripped off one by one. My screams echoing so loud in my ears it hurts. This is how this one is going to play out. Stuck with a conscious, first person view of this hell. Feeling every ounce of pain, but having no control of what I say or do.
That smirk stayed plastered to his face as he rubbed himself a little through his jeans, and took a knife out the bag. He straddled my thighs, and I screamed again when he started making cuts on my torso. Tears streamed down my face, and I could do nothing to stop it. I don’t want to cry, he feeds off the weakness. Stop crying, please stop crying. He didn’t stop cutting till I was covered. Throwing the knife to the floor, he started smearing my blood all over, up my stomach, to my breast, groping them as he did. He ran both hands up my neck to my face before wiping some tears away, leaving blood streaks behind. Sick fuck. “Why are you doing this?” I sobbed out. He’ll tell you why. “Because I’m psychotic, and I’ve come to terms with that.” his said, low with a sinister smirk.
He stood, and took his shirt off before grabbing….Shit the drill. “No, no, please don’t.” I pleaded as he squeezed the trigger bringing the drill to life. Stop screaming, please. I know it hurts, I can feel it, but please stop screaming. The drill made a high pitched squeal when it hit the joint of my shoulder. Blood speckled his chest and face. He roughly yanked the drill out of my shoulder, my flesh and muscle hanging in shreds to the bit. He huffed. “Should have brought a sharper bit.” he sneered at it before looking to my hands with a wicked grin. I can feel my throat getting soar from the screaming, and its only getting worse. He put the drill through both hands from the top. Tears left my eyes, screams from my throat, as he moved to my calves, and drilled three holes in each one through the sides. He stood next to the bed, and dropped the drill on the floor. “Your screams are music to my ears.” he said as he removed his pants. “DADDY PLEASE HELP ME!” don’t call him that. He doesn’t deserve to hear you call him that. Dave laughed evilly at my cries as picked the knife up off the floor. “Wake up.” I heard a distant voice that didn’t seem to be in the room. That’s new. “Daddy’s not going to save you tonight Angel.” stop calling me that, and he never saved me….EVER.
Dave climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. With a wicked smile, he brought the blade up so I could see it before gently running it down my face and body, resting it on my stomach. Here comes the rape….
He slammed roughly into me. Not giving me anytime to get use to him, he pounded ruthlessly into me. Once in awhile he would push the knife into me. “You get so tight when your muscles clintch in pain.” he panted out, pushing the blade into the side of my thigh. “Please, please daddy help me!” I tried to yell, but my voice is to hoarse for him to hear my cries. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out of me, and came all over my stomach with a throaty growl. “Fucking beautiful.” he whispered as he rubbed the cum all over my bloody stomach.
He stood again, dropping the knife to the floor. “Shall we get ready for round two?” he asked pulling the blow torch out of the bag. I was tired. I can feel myself getting weaker with the pain and the blood loss. “Please wake up.” I heard the voice again. It was a man, and somewhat familiar.
Dave used a sparker, and lit the torch. I tried to scream as he held it to the bottoms of my feet, but nothing came out. My throat hurt too much, my voice to raw. He held it to the heals longer than anywhere else. “Please,” I managed to hoarsly whisper. “What was that Angel?” he asked turning off the torch. I closed my eyes as he leaned in closer to my face. “Kill me.” I whispered out. He broke me, had me begging for him to kill me. “Please kill me.” I begged again. I couldn’t take it anymore, death had to be better than this life.
I felt him leave the bed, and heard him fish something out of the bag. Its what he wanted the whole time, for me to beg him to kill me. My right eye was yanked open, and I seen the ice pick. “As you wish.” he whispered as the tip touched my eye…. “WAKE UP!”

I jolted awake, and felt strong arms around me. I started to panic, the dream still very visible. “Let go of me! Get off!” I tried to struggle, and fight off the arms. “Tammy calm down.” I heard a familiar voice say. “Its me relax.” he said moving his hands to my shoulders. I cried out in pain, I could still feel it. That voice, its Brian. I took a few deep breaths as I pushed the hair out of my eyes, and stared into the worry filled chocolate eyes of Brian. We weren’t alone. I looked around at the worried faces of the guys. Was I screaming? “Its okay. I’m here.” Brian whispered, pulling me into his arms. “It was so real.” I sobbed out letting the tears flow freely. “Shhh. It’s over. I’m here.” Brian continued to sooth me as he gently stroked my hair, rocking us slightly.
I heard the guys start to file out as I continued to sob into Brian’s bare chest. “I know you don’t want to,” I heard Johnny as he sat on the bed, “but it would probably do some good to tell someone what happened with him.” he finished. I wiped my eyes and looked to his concerned face. “Any of us will listen.” he said before patting me on the shoulder and leaving. I looked up at Brian, and he kissed my forehead as he wiped my tears away. I haven’t talked to anyone, but Jim about what happened that night. He’s the only one that knows all the details. With all the anger and rage he felt, it took me a half an hour to talk him out of killing Jeff. “Talk to me.” Brian pleaded a little as I stared into his soft eyes.
I sighed, and looked down at my lap. With a deep breath I started to tell him everything that happened that night. I never once looked up at him as he let me tell the story without interruption. I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to see him look at me with the pity, the sorrow, the anger….the disgust. “This one was different.” I told him as I started to talk about my nightmares. “I could see everything like I was there, but I couldn’t control anything. It played out like it usually does, but I was yelling at myself inside my head.” I finally met his eyes. I couldn’t read his face, but none of what I thought would be there was. “I tried to wake you up.” he finally said softy. “You were screaming, and it took me almost five minutes to wake you.” he said. “I could hear you.” he had to have been the voice I heard. “It was distant at first, but slowly got louder.” I told him. “I couldn’t wake up. I tried to wake myself up too,” I paused, “I had a conscious mind, but just couldn’t bring myself out of it.” I said.
He let out a sigh before pulling me into him again. “I promise with every fiber of my being, I will never let him hurt you like that again.” he said after laying us down. I snuggled into his chest, and closed my eyes. I want to believe him, but something was telling me that was a promise he wasn’t going to be able to keep.

Notes

Hope he can keep his promise...