He found me again.

Darkness. I fall to the floor, letting out a whimper in my anguish. I open my eyes to see him standing above me, smiling as he always does, and wanting to take it further. "NO!" I screamed, but no words came out of me. Shaking, I tried to stand. But all I could do was fall, fall, falling. His expression dropped, he stood there angrily staring at me. Clenching his teeth he shouted, "You little bitch! You're trying to get away again aren't you!" He pushed me down further, climbing onto me, "You're going to enjoy this! You love it! You love me!" He grinned again. Tearing up, I tried to swallow, but my dry throat would allow me nothing but further suffering. Why does he have to be this way? Why must we do this again? His sickening grin fell into a scowl as we heard someone banging on the door upstairs. "Don't move a muscle." he told me sternly, walking up the stairs. He opened the door and immediatly hear him shouting and being shouted at. Terrified even more, I try my hardest to crawl into the dusty corner of my dark, bloody basement. His voice fades away, still screaming, as I hear a good three men hurry down the stairs. They're policemen they tell me, "We'll make you safe. You're gonna be okay now." But I'm not gonna be okay. I never am. No matter where they take me, he'll just find me again...