𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚. ✔

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.

* Emilia's POV. *
(TW: this mentions a lot of abuse. )

Have you ever just laid in your own pool of blood?

You think It would be terrifying, but I think It's comforting to know I'm drifting away.

You only have to deal with this hell a little longer Emilia..

I saw a gun pointed to my head, the cold metal pressing against my temple.

"Do it please do It. Oh I forgot.. you need me." I grunted.

SLAP

Ringing filled my ears as I felt a sharp hit to my face.

"If you ever THOUGHT I needed you, I never did. Your just a nice piece of ass to keep around." Luca snapped, spitting In my face.

My lips trembled from the anger growing In me. I felt ashamed of myself. I gritted my teeth, clenching my jaw.

My head drooped down and my frizzy hair covered my battered up face.

Luca cupped my jaw with his hand caressing It. He grabbed both of my cheeks pulling my face towards his, "We have guests to meet, and I don't wanna put another bruise on your pretty face again Emilia."

I simply nodded, I needed to be on my best behavior wether I liked It or not.

I limped my pulsing body to the room dragging my body to the floor. I felt dizzy stumbling to the bathroom from all my blood loss.

I was lucky I didn't die, well I didn't think I was at the time.

Running a steaming shower I slipped off my nightgown stepping into the cold and rusty shower.

My skin stung, It was almost like I was stung by a bee a thousand times.

I got out looking in the mirror, at my body specifically. I was visibly skinny, almost skeletal. You could see my ribcage come further than my stomach.

I hated myself, I hate everything about how I look.

I wrapped a towel around my body tip toeing out of the bathroom, not wanting to disturb the whole house.

"Look nice tonight, I don't want this deal to go down hill because of you." Luca enunciated. I jumped a little, but It wasn't enough to make me turn around.

I managed to get a word out, "alright." I croaked just so he could leave.

My chest went up and down rapidly like a thousand fireworks went off in my heart, and not the good kind.

I picked out an outfit that fit me perfectly. Well, as perfect as something can fit me I guess.