After the rise of a vigilante; The Arrow, Starling City became a city constantly torn between heroes and villains. For Cece Jones the city was a temporary home, a pit stop. She made a living off running from her past, praying it wouldn't catch up to...
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Shaking profusely, I poured him a glass of his favorite bourbon. Even, steady breaths reeking with the scent of starvation. If I was a good girl, maybe just maybe I'd be bestowed with something close to a meal. Something I wanted more than anything according to my growling stomach and wobbly legs.
"What did I tell you about tears," he said cupping my chin with rough fingers.
I didn't even realize I was crying. But as soon as he glared into my soul with those two livid lenses, the tears just stopped; disappeared. Though he always wore glasses to conceal his identity, I could feel the anger burning through his lenses and melting me down. He hated tears and things didn't turn out so well for me when I angered him.
"T-tears are for the w-weak. Only the weak cry."
My words came out as a long string of trembled sounds. I remember the feeling of my stomach churning away at itself. I was as thin as a leaf and so was my courage.
"And what did I say I'd do to you if I saw you cry?"
I sniffled. "T-that you would b-beat me until the only liquid coming from my eyes would be blood."
One movement from him and I flinched; leaving the bourbon to burst into a million pieces. I stumbled back from the impact; glaring down at his bourbon in horror. My legs had a few cuts but I only noticed them when I looked down.
I was too afraid to look up at his gaze under that white fedora.
Adim candle was flickering in the background, it was the only source of warmth and light. The candle was a reward for not shedding a tear when he had beat me last time. It was the only thing I had to hold on to for the past few days ever since I got here. I'd been living in a cold, dark square unit with nothing but stern, rock walls.
His shadow looked like a big evil demon as he approached me with slow, intimidating steps. His eyebrow twitched in rage and I saw hands curl into fists.
"I've had enough of you! Dumb bitch."
I began to whimper and beg; my body was still recovering from the last time he'd beat me. No more pain could be taken.
My heart skipped beats; intensifying the undeniable fear.
