It’s the beginning of summer, and no one is home but this abuser and me. There is no one to help me and I know what’s coming next. I’m hanging in this dark basement from a metal strap connected to the floor joist. I’m scared, and there is no way to free myself. Both hands are tied with a suit tie, my stepdad made them so tight, assuring I have no way of getting out.
I’m not even sure what I did, or how I even got here, but the feeling of pure fear and just blank emotions are coming over me.
Here he comes, holding a thick belt that has many holes throughout it. My stepdad, a 6’ 4” 240lb man stares at me for a moment, what he says in the beginning I do not remember. He starts whipping me with that belt, over and over and over. It hurts, but I’ve learned not to move, or I will get it worse. I’m not wearing a shirt, and my pants are pulled down so he can inflict the most pain.
After the first 6 or so I don’t feel it anymore, this is when the blank emotions kick in, or was it the deep fear that blocked the moment.