Mr. Badass

Besitos

I sat hunched up terrified my back pressed firmly up against the cold wall. my knees were guarding my chest and my breathing was unsteady.

The footsteps of the devil danced along the corridor and each thud send a frenzy through my bloodstream.

"Fucking whore!" He screamed as the door was flung open and the hinges screeched with the impact.

I nodded my head and let him yank me to my feet.

"I think we will have a little diversity today" he pronounced.

Another simple nod of the head.

"14 hits and I will count"

I bowed my head before standing directly infront of him. My eyes focused down at the dark grey carpet.

Only now did I notice the hand that was hiding behind his back, clearly hiding an object he hoped to harm me with.

When is the chocolate biscuit fairy coming to sae me. Or maybe I needed a little badass.

Logically I knew that there wasn't a possibility of being saved but a tiny part of me still prayed every night that I would wake up in a fresh bed with a knew life.

"Are you listening to me?" He screamed. his face was so close to mine I could almost taste the alcohol that consumed him.

I cautiously nodded my head.

"Count" he demanded as he drew back his fist ad threw it against my cheek.

A shrill gasp escaped me as I clung to where the blow was thrown. he glared at me urging me to speak.

"One" I whispered.

A smack echoed through the dark room as the second hit was pummelled into my stomach winding me.

"Two" I heaved out.

This continued over and over again until I could taste the metallic ring of blood. a stream of crimson trickled down my forehead and out of my nose and I was sure that my whole body was littered in his artwork.

"Now a little treat" he smirked before removing his left hand from behind his back.

He drew out a large bat and my eyes widened in fear.

"Don't worry my darling" he soothed me while running a finger among my jaw before hastily grabbing it "this will be fun" he laughed psychotically.

He swung the bat and my stomach and I fell to the floor. I could barely breathe and my ribs ached as well as my back from the hard floor.

"Count" he seethed.

"13" I whispered.

His hands fumbled before clasping the bat again and his eyes set themselves into a glair. his mouth was set into a grim line and sweat was beading along his forehead. Dark hair was matted to his head and I could see that he clearly hadn't shaved for weeks.

"Poor little princess, daddy didn't want you, mummy doesn't want you. Even your little Prince Charming will never want you"

With that said he let out a growl before slamming the bat into my chest.

"14" I sobbed out.

He chucked the bat Ito the floor with a sharp song that left a dent in the floor.

My eyes grew as weak as my body and before long I was singing with A green eyes knight.

Roses are red.
Pink yellow and white.
You be my princess.
I'll be your knight.