The Masked One
Intro
AJ's POV
Hey, there! I guess I should introduce myself. I'm AJ Lee, I think I'm 19 years old but I'm not to sure. I was kidnapped when I was 5 and have been locked up in this basement since so that's about 14 years now. I lived with my Aunt and Uncle, but they 7 were murdered infront of me in the same room I live in, this masked man brought us here after 'bumping' into us in Tescos apparently they all knew each other but hadn't seen each other in years, I never knew why though. I asked the man a couple of times but all he did was hit me or throw me against the wall. (He's abusive right?!) Always has been towards me. If I cried or spoke to anyone/anything (even my pretend friends that I could only see) he hurt me, normally whacked against the concrete ground or the wall. From a young age maybe 6 or 7 I stopped talking completely and haven't spoken since I can't remember how, or even what my voice sounds like. Yeah, it's been that long! :L
I can't leave this room but I've tried before a couple of times actually, but now I can't try anymore. The first few times I almost got to the door but he (the man) spotted me and locked me up and abused me in ways worse than you can think of. That was just the start of it though, after he did that I still tried to escape but I was young only 6 I think, so I guess that's why he didn't do what he's done now to me, I was too young for his plans. When I was about 9 I tried again, only this time I got to the front door and got it opened and was about to run for my life when the man walked down the path, drunk, very drunk. He didn't have any of his masks on, but it's the only glimpse or sight of him without the masks although, its not a very good memory, it was all blurry from my eyes adjusting to the suns light, I guess plus he seemed to be all bloody and he was drunk, so I guess he was in a fight at the pub, but it looked to be about 1 or 2 pm, who drinks at 2 in the AFTERNOON??! When he seen me at the top of the path, he looked at me then he chased me back into the house and down the old, wooden, crooked stairs into the basement when he grabbed me, then forced himself upon me and raped me right there and then at 9 years old, still basically a child, an innocent child. I didn't know what to do at all, I just had to let him because if I struggled I knew he would continue and hurt me more in the process, more than I already was. After he was done I just layed there as still as could be, like a frozen piece of ice, not knowing what to do, after all I was only 9. All I can remember doing was crying, crying and more crying and that was all, even crying myself to sleep, quietly of course.
A few hours later he came in, sobered up a bit, but not fully though. He came in with about a metre of barbed wire and about 2 metres of a rope, a large metal pole and he was wearing black gloves. I didn't know what he was going to do, honestly I thought he was going to kill me right at that moment! But he didn't obviously because if he did I wouldn't be telling you this (my story) today. Instead he did something much more worse, first he shouted at me, “This is what you get for running away all those times and I've had enough of it, so this will keep you settled for now!” he sounded so angry, I mean I only tried to run away a couple of times! It's not like I was trying to escape!! Oh, wait, I WAS!! He was coming closer and closer towards me. I kept backing into the wall as far as I could, trying to get away from him but it didn't seem to work. When he reached me he grabbed my right leg and started to twirl and wrap the sharp barbed wire around my leg, I screamed once a loud shriek at the start, but he didn't stop all! Knowing he was hurting me, he only pressed the barbs in deeper and deeper. It hurt like no pain I had ever felt before, it was like tearing a ligament in your leg times about a million, all spread over your right leg, that sore! I knew from that point on, I had to keep quiet or he'd press that thing in more than he already has so and create more pain for me, I had to do something to help the amount of pain to decrease, so I started biting my bottom lip, I started to cry silently with what was happening to me. I wanted to slap him, kick him where the sun don't shine, kill myself to get rid of the pain. But I couldn't, I couldn't do any of it no matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn't and it caused me more pain mentally than physically.
As he finished wrapping my leg in the metal death trap he tied the rope to the bottom of my leg and glued the ends together so I couldn't untie it. He then tied the other end of the rope that wasn't stuck to my leg to the large metal pole and glued it together as well. I really had no way of getting free anymore, I was well and truly stuck in the basement. Never to be free again. I kept thinking while he was doing this that I was going to die in here where my aunt and uncle died. “this will keep you down here now, no more escaping now little Jay” he said smirking and laughing at my direction. I couldn't do anything but sit there and cry a little. I hated the pet name he gave me 'Jay' it was one of the names he gave me and I hated them! Although this is one of the clean ones he used. He swore at me a lot and it was terrible the things he did! When he left I tried to stand up and walk but it was very painful, all these wee sharp pains where every single piece of metal was pierced into my skin, I figured out that I could get half way up these unstable, dusty, horrible stairs and everywhere in this small room and into the tiny tiny bathroom, well it only had a toilet and sink and a nozzle from what used to be a bath for a shower. I said 'used to be a bath' because it's all black, dirty and repulsive and no way was I going to use it as a bath or shower! So I only ever had my hair washed, I can't even say washed (no shampoo) more like rinsed with freezing cold water. I've lived like this since I was 9, same barbed wire, same rope and metal pole, same routine everyday. I wake up from a nightmare, I rinse my hair, walk around for a bit (so yes I learnt how to bare the pain of walking), try to get the rope off my leg, he comes down to me in the afternoon it seems, rapes me, beats me and leaves me there to suffer and if I'm lucky he might feed me.
I guess this is the only way you're going to get to know me so it's FACT FILE TIME!! –
Hey, there! I guess I should introduce myself. I'm AJ Lee, I think I'm 19 years old but I'm not to sure. I was kidnapped when I was 5 and have been locked up in this basement since so that's about 14 years now. I lived with my Aunt and Uncle, but they 7 were murdered infront of me in the same room I live in, this masked man brought us here after 'bumping' into us in Tescos apparently they all knew each other but hadn't seen each other in years, I never knew why though. I asked the man a couple of times but all he did was hit me or throw me against the wall. (He's abusive right?!) Always has been towards me. If I cried or spoke to anyone/anything (even my pretend friends that I could only see) he hurt me, normally whacked against the concrete ground or the wall. From a young age maybe 6 or 7 I stopped talking completely and haven't spoken since I can't remember how, or even what my voice sounds like. Yeah, it's been that long! :L
I can't leave this room but I've tried before a couple of times actually, but now I can't try anymore. The first few times I almost got to the door but he (the man) spotted me and locked me up and abused me in ways worse than you can think of. That was just the start of it though, after he did that I still tried to escape but I was young only 6 I think, so I guess that's why he didn't do what he's done now to me, I was too young for his plans. When I was about 9 I tried again, only this time I got to the front door and got it opened and was about to run for my life when the man walked down the path, drunk, very drunk. He didn't have any of his masks on, but it's the only glimpse or sight of him without the masks although, its not a very good memory, it was all blurry from my eyes adjusting to the suns light, I guess plus he seemed to be all bloody and he was drunk, so I guess he was in a fight at the pub, but it looked to be about 1 or 2 pm, who drinks at 2 in the AFTERNOON??! When he seen me at the top of the path, he looked at me then he chased me back into the house and down the old, wooden, crooked stairs into the basement when he grabbed me, then forced himself upon me and raped me right there and then at 9 years old, still basically a child, an innocent child. I didn't know what to do at all, I just had to let him because if I struggled I knew he would continue and hurt me more in the process, more than I already was. After he was done I just layed there as still as could be, like a frozen piece of ice, not knowing what to do, after all I was only 9. All I can remember doing was crying, crying and more crying and that was all, even crying myself to sleep, quietly of course.
A few hours later he came in, sobered up a bit, but not fully though. He came in with about a metre of barbed wire and about 2 metres of a rope, a large metal pole and he was wearing black gloves. I didn't know what he was going to do, honestly I thought he was going to kill me right at that moment! But he didn't obviously because if he did I wouldn't be telling you this (my story) today. Instead he did something much more worse, first he shouted at me, “This is what you get for running away all those times and I've had enough of it, so this will keep you settled for now!” he sounded so angry, I mean I only tried to run away a couple of times! It's not like I was trying to escape!! Oh, wait, I WAS!! He was coming closer and closer towards me. I kept backing into the wall as far as I could, trying to get away from him but it didn't seem to work. When he reached me he grabbed my right leg and started to twirl and wrap the sharp barbed wire around my leg, I screamed once a loud shriek at the start, but he didn't stop all! Knowing he was hurting me, he only pressed the barbs in deeper and deeper. It hurt like no pain I had ever felt before, it was like tearing a ligament in your leg times about a million, all spread over your right leg, that sore! I knew from that point on, I had to keep quiet or he'd press that thing in more than he already has so and create more pain for me, I had to do something to help the amount of pain to decrease, so I started biting my bottom lip, I started to cry silently with what was happening to me. I wanted to slap him, kick him where the sun don't shine, kill myself to get rid of the pain. But I couldn't, I couldn't do any of it no matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn't and it caused me more pain mentally than physically.
As he finished wrapping my leg in the metal death trap he tied the rope to the bottom of my leg and glued the ends together so I couldn't untie it. He then tied the other end of the rope that wasn't stuck to my leg to the large metal pole and glued it together as well. I really had no way of getting free anymore, I was well and truly stuck in the basement. Never to be free again. I kept thinking while he was doing this that I was going to die in here where my aunt and uncle died. “this will keep you down here now, no more escaping now little Jay” he said smirking and laughing at my direction. I couldn't do anything but sit there and cry a little. I hated the pet name he gave me 'Jay' it was one of the names he gave me and I hated them! Although this is one of the clean ones he used. He swore at me a lot and it was terrible the things he did! When he left I tried to stand up and walk but it was very painful, all these wee sharp pains where every single piece of metal was pierced into my skin, I figured out that I could get half way up these unstable, dusty, horrible stairs and everywhere in this small room and into the tiny tiny bathroom, well it only had a toilet and sink and a nozzle from what used to be a bath for a shower. I said 'used to be a bath' because it's all black, dirty and repulsive and no way was I going to use it as a bath or shower! So I only ever had my hair washed, I can't even say washed (no shampoo) more like rinsed with freezing cold water. I've lived like this since I was 9, same barbed wire, same rope and metal pole, same routine everyday. I wake up from a nightmare, I rinse my hair, walk around for a bit (so yes I learnt how to bare the pain of walking), try to get the rope off my leg, he comes down to me in the afternoon it seems, rapes me, beats me and leaves me there to suffer and if I'm lucky he might feed me.
I guess this is the only way you're going to get to know me so it's FACT FILE TIME!! –
Name: AJ Lee( I don't know what AJ stands for though)
Age: 19 (I think)
Height: Not sure possibly around 5'6
Weight: Never known it but I'm extremely Skinny! The man feeds me once every 2 ½ weeks if I'm lucky.
Hair: LONG brown and Curly wait Extremely Curly! It's never been cut after I was taken.
Skin Colour: Quite pale, I think. I can't tell too well as there's a very dim light in the middle of the room and no window.
Favourite Colour: I think red but I don't know of many other colours
Notes
Heey guyss!! Yes i started a new fanfic while writing the other one!! MULTITASKING!! haha:) right well... Comment and tell me what you think!:) and yes this story is quite abusive and eww for the first couple of chapterss.. but i think it might stop in the next couplee!! ma bit is donee for NOW!Kay, byeee Petalss!!
~Amy<3 x
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