Nothing but trouble..

How it all came to be..

AUTHORS NOTE: Warning: this story may not be suitable for young readers and contains heavy subjects and may contain mild inappropriate language. Please read with caution, viewer discretion is advised. Thank you.

It was a normal day for y/n.
Sitting in her makeshift bed, out of packaging peanuts and an old jacket as a duvet. She tried for the millionth time to release herself from the ropes that bound her wrist and ankle to a large metal pole that ran up through the house, to where Y/n was captivated, the attic.

She of course, was unsuccessful.
Y/n flinched when the young witch heard her 'father' coming up the stairs.
She didn't refer to him as her father, no monster would treat his own flesh and blood the way he did. She instantly recognised the trudging of his boots heaving up the creaking, wooden stairs.

Y/n backed into the pipe as far as she could, once she heard the footsteps getting closer, walking up the ladder now, her 'father' grunted with each step.

He lifted the slab he used to cover the hole in the floor that was just big enough for his muscly body to squeeze through.

Y/n's 'father' grinned at the sight of his trembling daughter. Struggling with the ropes that bound her. The man, in his late 30's, slightly limped. The consequence of y/n's last attempt to escape. He reached for the familiar box. The box that could make y/n burst into tears at the sight of it.. and she did.

"No p-p-please! I'm so s-sorry for what I did it will n-never ha-" she pleaded before being cut off by her 'father'. "Now, now, what're you gettin' all soppy 'bout now darl'n? You brought this 'pon yerself ya did." The old man snarled, a grin plastered on his face.

He opened the dusty, green box and reached inside. "What d'ya think I outa do t'ya now? That where a very nau-y thing ya did, weren't it?" The figure towering over the trembling child. His expression turned from a grin to an angry one.

The girl tugged on her wrist, wincing with every pull. Y/n immediately started sobbing, begging for her father not to do what she knew he would. She'd pleaded before, but never ended up successful.

Y/n glanced at the man, who was looking at what pain he should inflict on the young girl first. "WHA-ER YOU STARIN' AT?" He hollered. Y/n gasped at the sudden change of tone.

She looked at her torn, dirty clothes, and thought "there must be a better way to live." The muscly monster in front of her must have caught on, as he advanced toward her, a blade in one hand.

Y/n looked at the blade, trembling at the thought of what this reckless being would do to her if she dared disobey him. The man used his available hand and wrapped it around the child's neck. At 8 years old, she didn't know what any of these gestures meant.

Y/n used her free hand to try and pry his hand off of her neck, which resulted in her 'father' tightening his grip. She gasped as she was losing the ability to breathe, the man's hand firm around her throat.

Y/n could feel her face getting hot. her blood rushed to her head. She let out small yelps before she passed out unconscious, the last thing she'd be seeing was the smile on her captors face.