When a Lynx Meets a Leopard [Ash Lynx x fem reader]

~Chapter 12: A cruel world~

Song: Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart

By: Mitski

TW: There is gonna be a larger and (slightly) more detailed description of abuse and rape, please skip to the end of the trigger warning if you do not wish to read. :)

(Y/n) POV

There is a large part left out of my story, and not a pretty one at that. Ash and I have both experience similar things. Fucked up things no one talks about because it is that disgusting. I could bare the physical abuse and the beatings. I could block them out, cover my ears and ignore out the world until the pain faded and the bleeding stopped. There were times where the amount of blood that drained from my body caused me to faint. I would be left there to wake up. If I survived or not was irrelevant, I was not important to the people who supposedly looked after me. 

But the thing that cut deeper than any knife ever could, was the sex. Or as I should probably say, rape.

Almost every night from the age of 10, I was dragged to my 'owners' room and fucked senseless. I was always tied down in someway, never given the opportunity to escape. I was no stranger to painful deep grooves in my wrists and ankles. I was no stranger to the fear of a strange man towering over you. I was no stranger to being passed and used as a toy.

One time I remember clearly was not so long ago, back when I was 15. I had been forced into a room with a man triple my age and a vicious grin. "Strip, slowly." He had commanded, licking his lips. I had done as he ordered, leaving myself in just my underwear and an innocent expression. Clearly I wasn't innocent, far from it, but he didn't know that. From the way he sat on the bed, it was clear he was attempting to conceal something in his back left pocket. I walked over to him, positioning myself on his lap and reaching behind the man. He clearly thought I was trying to be seductive, but no I just wanted his weapon. I got it, my hands wrapped around a cool smooth surface. It was a 5 inch blade and a clean wooden handle. Not that it'd be clean for long. "Quite an enchantress aren't we. I see why they call you Leopar-" He didn't manage to finish his sentence. I smiled sweetly at the man, tilting my head slightly before dragging the blade across his exposed neck with ease. The knife cut through his skin like butter, gliding through his throat as blood poured everywhere. The thick red liquid dripped onto the clean white silk sheets.

I sigh and got off the dead mans body. Unbeknown to him, he had been a target set by my 'Owner'. Having completed a mission successfully, I would be spared from a daily beating for a week as a reward.

~~~END OF TW~~~

Oh what a cruel world we live in.

1:57AM read the small alarm clock by my bedside. I had rented out a hotel room for the night under an alias name. I hadn't slept the entire time, simply lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and think. Sleep doesn't come as easily as it used to, but that's okay. I would go days without sleeping and then collapse and rest where I had fallen for a day, then repeat the process again.

Earlier that day I went with Eiji, Charlie and Ibe to visit a man called Max in prison. He seemed like a great guy. The reason Charlie went was to try and convince Max to protect Ash while he served his time, or until we bailed him out. I didn't think Ash would need the protection, he would be able to look after himself, but Charlie had insisted. He took some convincing. In the end, it was Eiji who managed to crack Max, making him give in and agree to look after Ash. 

~Ash POV, 6 hours ago~

"New cellmate, be nice."

I sigh, looking around my cell. An old man is sitting of the lower bunk of the bed. When I approach him, he offers his hand to me. Which I take. "I'm Max Lobo." He grins, shaking my hand. "Ash Lynx." I reply, staring into his eyes before releasing my grip on his hand. Max doesn't let go. "You're young. How old are you?" He asks, finally letting go. "How about you, old man?"
"Old man? I'm still 32..." He starts. Some other men yell at him to shut up, which he does.

"32? You really are old. I'm 17." I smirk, climbing onto the ladder and onto the top bunk. "Compared to you, anyone would be." Max mutters as I lie down. "Where you from? Got any family?" He starts to ask me a bunch of questions. "You sure talk a lot." I cut him off before he could continue. "Yeah, sorry. I'm actually a journalist." 
"Max Lobo. There's a columnist by that name in Greenwich Tribune. He wrote '730 days in Baghdad'."
"Yeah, I wrote that! Do you know it?" Max yells in my ear, hanging off the side of the bunk beds. "William Auster's report was way better." I sigh, rolling onto my side. "You should quit writing pretentious reportages and stick to the columns." Max retreats back to his bunk, in some kind of a childish sulk. "Hey, I meant it as a compliment. Your columns are better than those lousy paperbacks out there." 

After that, Max left me alone to sleep. Lights out was a few hours after I arrived and, as usual, I was able to fall asleep very quickly. I knew Max was still awake below me, his tossing and turning woke me a few times.

The next morning, I walked by Max's side down a corridor lined with other inmates. They whispered things I could hear, but chose to ignore. All eyes were on me, naturally. I was the newbie. 

Max seemed to take great pleasure in pointing out the different parts of the prison. "There's a library up there. Want to go and take a look?" He asked, pointing straight ahead. I rejected his offer and asked, "Why is everybody staring at me?" just in case there was another reason, which there more than likely was. "Because you're a new face here. Plus, you're young." He replied, looking down at me as we walked. "You better not wander around by yourself." He added as we stopped. "Why?" 
"Well, you know... young boys are seen as 'dolls', if you know what I mean." He muttered, not looking me in the eye which was kinda annoying. My mouth was open a little and my jaw slack. "Oops, I think I scared him a bit too much." He chuckled as if there was another person behind me.

Lunch was pretty uneventful. I did throw my tray of food at some creep, stand on the table and kick him in the face and start a fight. But apart from that, it was uneventful. I was placed in solitary confinement, but that's better than some perv touching me up.

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I feel like we haven't seen Ash's POV in a while so here we go :3
There is gonna be a surprise in the next chapter ;)
Anyways,
Have an amazing day/night,
~Author-Chan❤