I Can Go Get My Knife

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Willow's POV:

I pull up to the warehouse. Matt and I hadn't just been fucking and sitting on our asses for the past two months. We had found this place.

We had to put in some work to make sure that this place was perfect for what we intended to use it for. Finally the time has come to put it into action. I pull around back after making sure not a single soul has seen me come here.

Matt is waiting for me. When I park the car he lifts her dead weight out. Her clothes are stripped away then she's strapped onto the bed by wrist and ankle cuffs.

Matt turns to me. "How did you become a killer?"

"Well it happened one night..." I begin the story that started me on the journey of who I am today.

Flash Back:

I was walking home from work. Out of nowhere I'm shoved to the ground. The barrel of a gun is pressed to the side of my head.

"Don't make a sound or a bullet is going straight through your brain. Now take off your clothes. My hands tremble as I remove my clothing. I didn't want to die today. When I'm fully naked the person speaks again.

"Lay down on your stomach."

There was no way I wasn't going to comply. It takes me a moment to get down on my belly. The gun presses harder against my temple.

A rustling sound behind me has my entire body tensing. I whimper in fear. There's no telling what this maniac has planned for me.

Hands lift my hips into the air. It's then that I have an idea of what this sicko has in mind. My mouth opens to plead with this person.

All that comes out is an anguished cry as I'm forced to take something in my lower lips. Tears stream down my cheeks. Not happy with my crying the person slams the butt of the gun into my head.

Everything goes blurry. I focus as much as I can on the dizziness and try to take myself away from this moment. It doesn't work for long.

My moment of reprieve is snatched from me when my body is vacated. The person forces me on to my hands and knees. The person's hands spread my ass cheeks.

"Please don't. Please. Stop. I don't want this."

In answer to my pleas the gun is cocked. I immediately shut my mouth. Nothing could prepare me for the pain of my asshole being torn open.

The metallic scent of blood hits my nose. Vomit rises up my throat and bursts through my lips. The person just continues to brutalize me.

I choke and sputter on the throw up as it exits my body. Once I've recovered I scream for all I'm worth. This may be my only chance to survive this nightmare.

That's when I hear voices off in the distance. Finally I feel like I can breathe again. Before my hope can fully bloom the gun is bashed repeatedly all over my body.

I'm able to hold on long enough to see my rescuers are the police and to here them say that the person who did this to me is a woman.

~

The sound of beeping wakes me up. I know right away that I'm in the hospital. I open my eyes. They feel dry and scratchy. I can barely see anything out of them.

It feels like there's something in my throat. I try to bring my hands up to feel but find I'm unable to move them. I start to panic and wonder what's wrong with me.

Everything that happened comes back to me. I was raped and sodomized. It was by a woman of all people. I just don't understand.

Oh god. What if she's still out there? What if she comes back for me? The heart rate monitor kicks up with my rapidly beating organ.

A nurse comes rushing into the room. I'm glad to see that it's a male nurse. I'm honestly not sure how I'd handle a female nurse at this moment.

"It's alright. You've been in a coma for a while you're going to need to take it easy. I'll go get the doctor." He tells me.

A few minutes later the doctor comes into the room. My doctor is also a male. My hand comes up to my throat. I'm relieved to find I can move it again.

"It's nice to see you awake. You've been in a coma for almost a year now. We were worried you'd never come back." He says.

My eyes widen when he informs me of how long I've been out. I keep patting my throat. The doctor gets the message.

He calls for a team to remove the breathing tube. The team comes in to the room. The process of removing the tube is quick.

Before he leaves the doctor orders me to take it easy. He also tells me that some popsicles and broth will be brought up for me.

After a few months of recovery I'm stable enough to leave the hospital.

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