Prologue: Love Me?

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Trigger warning:

Peadophillia, manipulative behaviour, delusional tendencies, toxic/unhealthy relationship, emotional abuse, mentions of rape, explicit and mature content.
(I know you're probably tired of seeing this—I am but gotta be safe and I won't be putting this from chapter 1 onwards😀)

OKAY IK THIS AUTHOR NOTES IS LONG AF BUT I NEED TO WARN YALL and prologue is also kinda long—it's after thsi author's note.

Okay some basic things first, bolded words as such isn't related to the storyline cause its author's note.

Secondly, this is my first time writing a toxic relationship (I think) and I'm excited for some reason but please guide me along the way if I make some mistakes.

Thirdly, I will be naming the female reader/you, as Akito BUT WAIT. before you exit the damned book, I'm just doing this cause I don't wanna suffer typing y/n here and there but stuff like l/n and e/c and basic others will still be there. (pardon my lack of expertise to cope well with y/n) you can see it as y/n or whatever, I don't mind.

Fourthly, I will be using second person pov for the story cause that's how I write best, so I will be referring  Akito as 'you' so I'm using the name only in dialogues and stuff.

Lastly, the songs are all at the top, suggested by my friend cause I have no taste in music whatsoever and uh it's up to you to um check em out but I guess it may be better if you do, unless you focus better without music like I do😭

Okay, let's begin the prologue 😩
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Eyes red and puffy, your small figure trembled pitifully under the sharp, piercing gaze of your mother. Bruises formed on your skin, contaminating your pale, fair complexion.

She bent down to your height, lifting your chin up to face her as her other hand rubbed on your short h/c hair, a smile laced on her youthful features. "Do you understand? Next time, don't wear those clothes......those clothes aren't for you."

Her tone made you flinch sharply, your shaking eyes darting down to the dresses you had—now nothing but torn rags in a messy pile. Their previous beauty was no longer there, replaced by the dull, flat colours that looked nothing more than dirt in a clean house.

She pulled your chin towards her again, taking you by surprise as she glared down into your e/c eyes that reflected fear, her sharp nails piercing into your soft skin.

"I asked, do you understand?"

Her tone made your trembling increase, violent yet uncontrollable shakes from your body under her tight, suffocating hold.

"Y-Yes, Mother."

Her smile widened, her twistedness gleaming in those eyes of hers that made you feel so small, so weak again.

Patting her hand on your head again, she removed her tight hold from your chin, leaving small crescents decorated on your skin, blood arising and spilling out of the open cuts. Her touch made you feel repulsive, for it was as if she was illegitely removing any of your human rights—she made you feel animalistic, and it was truly dehumanising.

"Good boy."
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You slid open the wide door infront of you, your wide e/c eyes meeting the sight of the male who lived right beside your home.

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