𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 || 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Chapter 1

Please be warned that there are mentions of implied rape and suicidal thoughts! Nothing is explicitly mentioned but if this triggers you, please stop now!

In terms of the main character, I very much picture Emma Watson as she.

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When I was a little girl, I remember my dad would tell me stories about a brave knight defeating a seemingly impossible enemy to save the princess.

"Be gentle. Don't forget your orders. The human must stay alive"

I used to daydream for hours about meeting the knight who would sweep me off my feet, how we would fall in love and have a happy ending.

"Shit! I didn't mean to snap her leg! I forgot how fragile humans were"

I didn't envy my twin when she fell in love. I was so happy for her...even if the guy she was dating gave me the creeps. When he left her and she became a shell of herself, I started to fear the power of love.

"She smells delicious! Are you sure we can't have a taste? Just a small one!"

I hated seeing her like that. I dragged to her to hangouts with my friends. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started being herself again.

"Oh come on Riley! Victoria will never know!"

Then, one by one, each of my friends developed a fever. I was so worried for each of them but it turns out my concerns meant nothing to them. After they recovered, they wouldn't even answer my calls...they wouldn't even look at me.

"Fine! We won't drink her blood"

I refused to fall apart over the loss of my friendships. I refused to mope like my twin. I was stronger than that.

"Her body on the other hand"

For a very short period, I was okay...or at least I told myself I was. Not that that strength mattered now.

"As long as you don't kill her, do whatever you want"

I was in hell. The demons being red-eyed angels with a thirst for blood.

"Thanks Riley! You're the best!"

I just wanted to die.

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I slowly opened my swollen eyes but was greeted by blackness. It seems that I had once again passed out from another round of beatings and...I couldn't even stomach the thought of the rest. My entire body ached and I was still in this god forsaken windowless prison. In a weird way, I was almost thankful for the constant darkness. I could only begin to imagine the state of my body. I didn't want to see the actual evidence of what had happened. My legs refused to obey my commands, I didn't have the strength to lift my arms and my head hung limply because even lifting required strength I didn't have. My daily diet consisted of two pieces of often stale bread and a cup of water if that. I was never allowed to ever leave my little prison. Not to bathe, not to go to the bathroom. The smell I endured was putrid. It was my only victory against my kidnappers. While I couldn't stand the smell, it was worse for their sensitive noses.