Post by Deleted on May 24, 2020 3:18:46 GMT -8
We open back up on Melissa Aki’s couch. Her eyes are red and we can tell she has been upset by what she mentioned in the previous part. Hannah Aki is nowhere to be seen. Melissa sips more of her coffee
Maki: Welcome back. So we are at the stage of the proceedings where I am going to delve into the next stage of this depressing story. Do not worry yourselves. It will improve and we will see the rebirth as The Demoness Maki and you will fully be introduced to Daniela. Hannah isn’t here right now as she cannot be present while I talk about this next stage of my life.
She smiles thinly
Maki: As you are well aware, I was being beaten on a daily basis by Tommy. Anything set him off in those days, I always felt so alone, so dependent on him and as I mentioned only one friend was allowed access to me and that was Brett for some unknown reason. He went to my shows, even demanded that he was to be there when I spoke to management in the guise of helping me get what I wanted.
So one day, the show was in Boston. I was super excited. It was my second home and to be able to get home in good time. No travelling. I hoped so much Tommy would have a gig that night but the band was barely staying together which caused him to beat me more. As an aside, the demoness was coming to my aid more frequently but it had been a couple of months since I saw her last.
So he went to the show and as I made my way down to the ring, I could see him walking through the crowd with a blank expression but matching me step for step. I found this so irritating. He eventually sat down at the timekeepers table. There was a point when this girl smashed my head on the guard barrier, I fell to my knees, she came closer to attack me again but I pushed her away, I pushed her chest and in doing so pushed her boobs.
Now this was not what I had aimed to do and got no sexual gratification out of it. I wanted to just get my wind back. He saw what happened, leaned over and punched me so hard in my chest I felt I was going to die. I fell back to the matting on the floor and doubled up in pain. The referee asked me if I wanted to stop the fight, I said no, then somehow got back in the ring and she just easily pinned me.
She sips more of her coffee and tries to manage the saddest smile you will ever see]
Maki: What happened to him? Security dragged him away. I threw up many times in the bathroom and wanted to stick around to speak to Brett and other friends who this time I could talk to but I was in so much pain I wanted to get home. I did. No big deal, right? He wasn’t home yet. So I changed into my PJ’s. Made myself spaghetti, a small glass of rum and coke, then sat down to watch TV.
I had fallen asleep watching TV. Luckily I had finished my spaghetti first, but the new coffee table had the empty bowl and my untouched rum and coke. It had been a hard night physically with the match and my own boyfriend assaulting me. The door sprung open, It woke me up quickly and I was ready to pounce but here he was dishevelled, the red hue of an alcoholic around his neck, his eyes rolling around.
I asked, “Where have you been? I was worried!”
I knew when the words came out they had become hollow. I really wasn’t worried and kind of enjoyed having time to myself without recrimination. He said nothing and lurched closer to me. I went rigid awaiting a beating, trying to coax myself into fighting back this time but he went to the coffee table and looked at the bowl and rum and coke for what seemed like an eternity.
He then lifted up the bowl and stared at me.
He said, “Where’s mine, you bitch?”
I rubbed my eyes and responded far harsher than I had meant to
“There is none. I ate it all. I am the only one paying for food so go get a job and fucking well earn your own food you useless cunt!”
I was on edge now as I knew this would set him off, but he looked inside the bowl again, found a loose spaghetti, ate it and then set it back down.
“So you’re not even going to bother to respond? But hey yeah don’t wash the bowl or do something for your girlfriend that enables you to FUCKING LIVE!” I said.
I felt this was a crossroads, a sudden blast of energy had arrived, I felt strong again and I was not going to let this fucking useless freeloading, Maki beater hurt me anymore. He stared at the rum and coke, took a sip and stood there watching me, as he slowly drank MY drink.
I looked at him, “You are a pathetic waste of space. You fucking punch me while I am at work, get dragged off to who knows where, come back and ask me where your fucking dinner is? I could kill you right now. This is it, Tommy. Pack your shit and get out of my flat! I have had enough. I will not be used like this, I will not be beaten anymore. You either leave or I will force you to. One way or the other”
As quickly as I had said it the spaghetti bowl smashed off of my head. I instinctively felt the lump forming on my head, and my fingers were covered in spots of blood. I looked up and he smashed the glass of rum and coke on my nose and I felt it crack before I heard it.
I tried to slither away as I felt the blood trickle past my left ear, the iron of it filling my olfactory senses. I slithered at the top of the couch, trying to get away as I flipped over it and began crawling to the bathroom, I started to wonder and hope, in a way, that I would blackout and the demoness would take over but it didn’t happen.
He leaped and grabbed me by my hair and kept slamming my head onto the wooden floor, I remember almost losing consciousness and then as I was dazed he took his jeans and boxers down, ripped off my Pyjama bottoms and knickers. He always did this but stopped himself. This time he didn’t.
I screamed but it was to no avail as he choked me harder, I could barely breathe and was struggling to loosen it.
He began raping me now as viciously as he could. I remember thinking to myself, let him rape me but not kill me. It was oh so quick and inevitable. He pulled out, still choking me with the belt, I felt like a piece of meat, dehumanized and broken. I couldn’t handle anything anymore. I just wanted to live.
I tried to survive the night as he hooked me up to my chin bar in the bedroom. He had my feet on a stool. He threatened to hang me if I didn’t calm down but I was thrashing around trying to get loose. At some point I passed out, he did too. When I woke up, I was on the bed, free, and something had changed in me. Like with the beatings, I had become resigned to it. The Demoness hadn’t saved me this time. I will repeat this pattern for months. Get my strength back. Get beaten and raped and not realize what I could do about it, not realizing it wasn’t my fault and I had no one I could tell.
I was destined to repeat this cycle until the end of my days.
She takes a breath and a tear rolls down her left cheek as she turns off the camera again
Maki: Welcome back. So we are at the stage of the proceedings where I am going to delve into the next stage of this depressing story. Do not worry yourselves. It will improve and we will see the rebirth as The Demoness Maki and you will fully be introduced to Daniela. Hannah isn’t here right now as she cannot be present while I talk about this next stage of my life.
She smiles thinly
Maki: As you are well aware, I was being beaten on a daily basis by Tommy. Anything set him off in those days, I always felt so alone, so dependent on him and as I mentioned only one friend was allowed access to me and that was Brett for some unknown reason. He went to my shows, even demanded that he was to be there when I spoke to management in the guise of helping me get what I wanted.
So one day, the show was in Boston. I was super excited. It was my second home and to be able to get home in good time. No travelling. I hoped so much Tommy would have a gig that night but the band was barely staying together which caused him to beat me more. As an aside, the demoness was coming to my aid more frequently but it had been a couple of months since I saw her last.
So he went to the show and as I made my way down to the ring, I could see him walking through the crowd with a blank expression but matching me step for step. I found this so irritating. He eventually sat down at the timekeepers table. There was a point when this girl smashed my head on the guard barrier, I fell to my knees, she came closer to attack me again but I pushed her away, I pushed her chest and in doing so pushed her boobs.
Now this was not what I had aimed to do and got no sexual gratification out of it. I wanted to just get my wind back. He saw what happened, leaned over and punched me so hard in my chest I felt I was going to die. I fell back to the matting on the floor and doubled up in pain. The referee asked me if I wanted to stop the fight, I said no, then somehow got back in the ring and she just easily pinned me.
She sips more of her coffee and tries to manage the saddest smile you will ever see]
Maki: What happened to him? Security dragged him away. I threw up many times in the bathroom and wanted to stick around to speak to Brett and other friends who this time I could talk to but I was in so much pain I wanted to get home. I did. No big deal, right? He wasn’t home yet. So I changed into my PJ’s. Made myself spaghetti, a small glass of rum and coke, then sat down to watch TV.
I had fallen asleep watching TV. Luckily I had finished my spaghetti first, but the new coffee table had the empty bowl and my untouched rum and coke. It had been a hard night physically with the match and my own boyfriend assaulting me. The door sprung open, It woke me up quickly and I was ready to pounce but here he was dishevelled, the red hue of an alcoholic around his neck, his eyes rolling around.
I asked, “Where have you been? I was worried!”
I knew when the words came out they had become hollow. I really wasn’t worried and kind of enjoyed having time to myself without recrimination. He said nothing and lurched closer to me. I went rigid awaiting a beating, trying to coax myself into fighting back this time but he went to the coffee table and looked at the bowl and rum and coke for what seemed like an eternity.
He then lifted up the bowl and stared at me.
He said, “Where’s mine, you bitch?”
I rubbed my eyes and responded far harsher than I had meant to
“There is none. I ate it all. I am the only one paying for food so go get a job and fucking well earn your own food you useless cunt!”
I was on edge now as I knew this would set him off, but he looked inside the bowl again, found a loose spaghetti, ate it and then set it back down.
“So you’re not even going to bother to respond? But hey yeah don’t wash the bowl or do something for your girlfriend that enables you to FUCKING LIVE!” I said.
I felt this was a crossroads, a sudden blast of energy had arrived, I felt strong again and I was not going to let this fucking useless freeloading, Maki beater hurt me anymore. He stared at the rum and coke, took a sip and stood there watching me, as he slowly drank MY drink.
I looked at him, “You are a pathetic waste of space. You fucking punch me while I am at work, get dragged off to who knows where, come back and ask me where your fucking dinner is? I could kill you right now. This is it, Tommy. Pack your shit and get out of my flat! I have had enough. I will not be used like this, I will not be beaten anymore. You either leave or I will force you to. One way or the other”
As quickly as I had said it the spaghetti bowl smashed off of my head. I instinctively felt the lump forming on my head, and my fingers were covered in spots of blood. I looked up and he smashed the glass of rum and coke on my nose and I felt it crack before I heard it.
I tried to slither away as I felt the blood trickle past my left ear, the iron of it filling my olfactory senses. I slithered at the top of the couch, trying to get away as I flipped over it and began crawling to the bathroom, I started to wonder and hope, in a way, that I would blackout and the demoness would take over but it didn’t happen.
He leaped and grabbed me by my hair and kept slamming my head onto the wooden floor, I remember almost losing consciousness and then as I was dazed he took his jeans and boxers down, ripped off my Pyjama bottoms and knickers. He always did this but stopped himself. This time he didn’t.
I screamed but it was to no avail as he choked me harder, I could barely breathe and was struggling to loosen it.
He began raping me now as viciously as he could. I remember thinking to myself, let him rape me but not kill me. It was oh so quick and inevitable. He pulled out, still choking me with the belt, I felt like a piece of meat, dehumanized and broken. I couldn’t handle anything anymore. I just wanted to live.
I tried to survive the night as he hooked me up to my chin bar in the bedroom. He had my feet on a stool. He threatened to hang me if I didn’t calm down but I was thrashing around trying to get loose. At some point I passed out, he did too. When I woke up, I was on the bed, free, and something had changed in me. Like with the beatings, I had become resigned to it. The Demoness hadn’t saved me this time. I will repeat this pattern for months. Get my strength back. Get beaten and raped and not realize what I could do about it, not realizing it wasn’t my fault and I had no one I could tell.
I was destined to repeat this cycle until the end of my days.
She takes a breath and a tear rolls down her left cheek as she turns off the camera again
