Blossoms of the Dark

I Selene: Master

Trigger Warnings: 

- rape

- threatening

- physical abuse: repeated slapping, pinching, squeezing, bleeding, scarring, bruising

- nonconsensual kissing

- forced inequality

- choking

- mentions of beating, shouting, whipping

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"Say one word about any of this and you will never get to see the light of day again. Understood?"

"... understood, Master."

"Now spread your legs apart."

I do as my tormentor says as he buries his face in my neck, suckling, biting, tearing. I feel my flesh tear under the savagery of his teeth, and feel a trickle of blood pouring forth. I do nothing.

He presses his body further into me as if to leave no gap between us. He places a hand on my throat and chokes me. He sucks at the blood that won't stop flowing. I do nothing.

He grabs the front of my chemise with his free hand and tears it down the middle. He's not satisfied. He tears the chemise again and again until it is nothing but shreds. He quickly gathers these shreds and tosses them off the bed. I feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. I do nothing.

He lets go of his stronghold choke on my neck, only to tug at my hair and pull my head back until I meet his eyes. His eyes look every bit like the savage he is. I know what happens next. I do nothing.

He slams his lips onto my unresponsive ones and thrusts hard and deep. He bites and sucks at my lips, creating more wounds. He pinches and squeezes my breasts as he continues thrusting again and again. I still do nothing.

Once he's finished himself, he removes himself from me and gets off the bed to gather his clothes. His back is to me as I continue to lie on the bed.

With his back still to me, he speaks in his menacing, hateful tone. "Your entrance exam to U.A. High School occurs tomorrow. Father contacted his sources to give you recommendations, thinking that this way you won't be a burden to us and you can garner hero support for our company. Don't let the time and money he put into this be for nothing. If you fail, you'll be punished. And you know very well what your punishment will be."

Yes, I do know what my punishment will be. It won't be much different from my current treatment. Just some extra beatings, shoutings, and rapes. Maybe some whipping, too.

"I want a response," he commands.

"I understand," I reply unfeelingly.

He's almost finished putting his clothes on, but he suddenly stops. He turns toward me slowly, and I realize what I did.

"I-I understand, Ma- Master," I stammer.

"Too late."

He slaps me nice and cleanly on the face. He slaps me again and again until I know that my cheeks are going to bruise tomorrow unless I treat them.

"I am your Master, and you will address me as such. Don't you dare treat yourself as equal to me. Now go tend to your cheeks. They're disgustingly red."

He shuts the bedroom door behind him as he leaves.

I finally get up and stumble to the full-length body mirror in my bedroom. No, the bedroom. I observe with dulled eyes my naked body to see the bite marks and bleeding wound across the slopes of my neck and shoulders, the blood staining my lips, the bruises on breasts and legs, and the large, bright red handprints on my cheeks.

The neck wound is deeper than I thought it was. I am going to develop a new scar tonight, I think to myself.

Activating my quirk, I heal the bite marks, wounds, and bruises. I take special care with healing my cheeks.

And immediately, my body flares up in pain. 

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