My Victim, My Beloved

She sat down on the floor quietly, slowly wiping her tears with her hand, she thought what went wrong?, what does all the bad things happen to her?, Didn't she deserve happiness, she was lost in her thoughts when he came in to continue from where he left off. Her heart pounded when she perceived his scent, her heart as if she ran a marathon. She wanted to run away, she wanted to hide from this devious monster.

“Oh Sara, my beloved Sara,” he said while coming closer to her, the strong smell of Alcohol hit her nostrils, she could perceive his perfume, he smelled like vanilla but in a terrible way, almost like vanilla mixed with a hint of weed.

Sara wanted to run, she wanted to hide from him but she couldn’t, she moved back a little bit so he won’t touch her, she kept moving until her back touched a hard wall, she thought at first it was a wall but when she felt warm watery breath on her skin, she knew it was him.

She couldn’t see anything all she felt was his hands roaming on her body. She never felt this useless in her life, all her life she wanted happiness but all she got was hatred, tears, and broken life.

“Please..s..stop, Don't do this," she said.

“No”. He shouted.

"Please don't do this, I beg you, I'm begging you, stop, stop it".

He didn't care about her cries, and went deaf to her pleas, His hands went down to her thighs messaging them, then he went up and up until his hands reached her panties, he moved them and started rubbing her p***y, he took her off guard when he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping in and out of her. She hated every bit of it, she screamed, she begged, she cried but he didn’t stop. He kept tormenting her with his fingers.

She kept crying until she got tired, she tried to stop him but she was tied, she remained still and allowed him to continue what he was doing, he was about to take off her panties when she spat on his face.

“f**k, how dare you?, You b**ch, ” his voice was loud, she knew she has woken the devil.

“I'm..I'm. Sorry”.

“That won’t fix it”. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson b***h, you will never forget what happened today?". He said harshly, he used a tissue to clean the mess on his face.

He stood up roughly and left the room, she was scared, she wondered what he was going to do? , he wasn’t back for hours she started falling asleep when a thick rubber made contact with her skin, making her wake up. The rubber hit her again, she let out a scream.

She is used to being hit, it was like a daily routine in her house, everyday her step-mother would hit her, she never said anything, she attempted suicide a lot of times but failed miserably, she recalls her stepmom's words.

Flashback.

She mistakenly dropped her stepmother's phone which made the screen crack, she is so mad at me, she could hear her heavy footsteps, she was coming towards her room, she didn’t know what to do? she sat on her bed thinking about the horrible things she could do to her.

She roughly opened her room and dragged her off my bed.

“How dare you b****h? Why did I even adopt a problem like you?" she yelled, next thing she knew she felt a hot skin make contact with her cheek, it hurt so bad, all she could do was cry and beg. Her step-mom slapped her countless times, she took out the belt from her trouser.

"Take off your shirt" She shouted. Sara did as she was told, she turned around so her back would face her step-mom. The rubber made contact with her naked skin.

"I'm sorry, please stop it, it hurts, I'm so sorry mom, it won't happen again".

"Shut up, this will teach you a lesson" she hit her again, Sara was soon out of tears.

“no food for you today, you are a curse, you are useless, you are a failed product, you are a problem, your mother must be happy she abandoned you," her stepmother said while leaving her room.

She sobbed, she had no one to clean her wounds, she cried until darkness consumed her. she wasn’t given food that day nor the day after. She used make-up to hide her wounds so no one would see them in school.

End of Flashback.

“I’m back Sara, did you miss me?” He said, he was holding a whip, he kept the whip in a hot water to make it painful when it touches her. He dragged her by her neck, he pushed her on the hard floor, she landed on her face, she tried standing up but it was hard. The whip made contact with her skin again, he kept hitting her until she stooped shouting. Her body was red marked with wounds, her wrist was marked with black marks, and her body screamed pain.

"Please...please...I'm sorry. Don’t do this, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

"We are just starting baby doll, you will be sorry later".

She thought he was done but little did she know he just got started, the beast just got unleashed, he took out the knife from the fire and laid it on her delicate skin, he placed the knife deep into her skin, which made a permanent mark on her body, she was already bleeding but he didn’t seem to care, her cries were music to his ears, he found happiness listening to her screams.

"Ahhhhhh. I'm sorry, please stop. Don't do this". Her screams soon sounded like a whisper, her body couldn't produce any more tears, she trembled, she let him keep hitting her until darkness consumed her.