The main character Vivan Kieran had a tragic beauty that didn't work out as it was supposed to be, and have her trapped in the cruelty of a deranged man, who would not stop at anything to have her submit to him.
A multi-millionaire Damien Martin( Mi...
It was freezing. I could make out the dim light. My eyelids felt so heavy and my head hurts like a bitch.
The shuffling sounds were heard and in no time, the ice-like water was splashed on me. I could feel my jaws itching from the impact. Damnit. Why would I have to face such torture every time I woke up???
Daniel was looking down at me.
I glared at him as he stood in front of me with a bucket of water. He held an emotionless face with those shining eyes that was much look alike Damien's.
Whatever, I hate both of these crazy twins... How did I even end up here again!!!???
I was tied to a chair in the basement as usual. Oh god. I was sick of all these things. That few moments of Mom and Dad's sight changed something inside me. I needed to be strong. They needed me. My family needed me.
"I won't fall for you and your brother's sick games. Retarded cowards," I snapped at Daniel as soon as he turned to walk away.
He froze and turned back at me. He was just standing there, staring at me, and knitting his brow. He seemed to be irritated. But it was more like he was...confused.
"What? Confused? You both are nothing but selfish morons," I said looking directly in his grey eyes with venom in my voice.
Daniel walked towards me slowly and as soon as he was near me, he raised a hand near my face. I closed my eyes immediately and waited for the slap but it never came. Instead, he patted his finger along the bridge of my nose.
He was staring right at me. Although he was exactly looked like Damien, I wasn't afraid of him. There was something about this Daniel guy. Then he leaned in closer to my eye level. His breath was fanning on my face. I thought he was about to kiss me...but instead, he unlocked the restraints and said, "I would shut up if I were you," he mumbled.
" You two are nothing but sick freaks who would lock up a woman without her consent. You should be ashamed of yourself, " I said with a glare at him. I didn't know what was inside of me. But I was pretty sure I would be dead by tomorrow because I was about to dig my very own grave. Not later, but soon...
"Well, that's not true," a voice boomed. It was Damien. I could hear footsteps echoing.
"Shhh," Daniel made a face while holding up his finger on my lip in shut-the-fuck-up manner and he left with a last glance.
Damien came into the room, stood by the door, and leaned in onto that. He was shirtless. At that moment I knew, that couldn't be good. I free myself from the chair and ran towards the corner. Damien was watching me like a hawk, catching all of my movements.
" That's not true because you're not even a woman,-" he sent a side smirk, "You're just a little girl,"
"Tiny little girl," he raised his hand gesturing it.
I took short breaths trying to regain my composure. I was panting as Damien took a slow step towards me. He stood up pressing his body against mine. I was sandwiched between him and the wall.
"Tsk tsk tsk, why so quiet? " He said while tapping my lip with his finger. "You wouldn't be this quiet when I visit your lovely family," he mumbled. The vile rose in me so I leaned in and spat his face.
He closed his eyes and wiped them away slowly. His hands went down my throat... and he grabbed it harshly. "It's been a whole fucking year that I'm trying to tame your feisty nature. Am I being so nice to you, huh? Say who do you belong to!!!" He barked.
" I hate you, Damien,-" I squirmed as his grip tightened, "Or Michael. I will never be yours," I slowly said.
" I don't think so, my love," he mumbled and started choking me with a death grip. The grip was tightening with each second. "You are already mine, and I had to keep reminding you this fucking reality every damn time!" I felt his hands trembling.
" You're a-a coward. I- If you threaten m-me using m-my family," I breathed out struggling against him.
He let go of me immediately. I dropped down and sucked in the air greedily. "Smart mouth, huh?" He smirked and got up from me to grab something.
It was a water pump. Oh no.
He backed away slowly...and I pressed myself further in the corner hiding my face.
He started splashing me with the water pipe. The pressure and the coolness were killing me. I couldn't help but curled into the corner as he continued to torture me mercilessly. He would not stop until he was satisfied.
After almost felt like forever, he finally stopped. My jaws were quivering and my whole body was numb. I hugged myself tightly intending to hide and intending to back away from the heat radiating from him towering over me.
"Get up!" He hissed. I could see him undressing from the corner of my eye. "Get the fuck up before I make you," my vision was blurry but I could make out that he was shirtless now.
I tried moving my leg but I couldn't. "I can't,"
I looked up at him and that moment he hoisted me up by my arm and pushed my body against the wall. I had to control myself to not lean into his embrace. It was so tempting.
" Kitty doesn't like water, does she?" He mumbled while sucking my already bruised lips, and closing up the space sandwiching me between the wall and him.
" I promise you that I'll fight you till my last breath," I gritted when he pulled away.
" Who cares? I already got you. You can't do anything about that, can you? My sweet doll," his eyes bored into mine as he held up my chin.
"You may have my body. But not my soul," I bit him back making him stumble back and I slapped him as hard as I could.
Before I could even register what was happening, he yanked my hair and exposed my bare neck to him. He bit down where my neck and shoulder meet. The pain was unbearable. He had never done that before. His canines were digging deep into me as he bit down with his might.
I wasn't sure whether I was screaming or I had already lost my voice.
I was struggling like a wild animal but it only makes it worse because his grip on my waist tightened in a twisting pain. I even tried to pull his hair out. But he didn't even budge.
He finally let me go and I lay there holding my neck in unbearable pain. I could even see the black dots in my vision. My ears buzzed with pain. I heard him cursing loudly as he stormed off the room.
I wanna die... -----------------------------------------
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Abuse grows from attitudes and values, not feelings. The roots are ownership, the trunk is an entitlement, and the branches are the control."
