Vermillion

1

6 years ago...
(Isadora is currently 15)
Third Person POV:

"P-please... stop! I-I didn't do anything!! I-I'm your sister I would-d never do that!" Isadora screamed and cried for her brothers to listen.

Each of them stood their alongside my father with a wide grin embedded into their face. Her pain was their happiness, their thrill. No matter how much she screamed, begged or cried their grins nether faltered.

Her older brother, Liam,  looking back at her other brothers. Before turning back to their father and saying "do it again." Their grins widened as her pain became more and more deathly ever time.

Her eyes widened by the response and she couldn't help but shout, even with all the pain radiating through the whole of her body "Please I beg of you as your sister let me go... I-I didn't do it." She pleaded although she knew it would never work her older loving brothers that once cared for her and ran around in the garden were no longer there and instead were replaced by a greater evil than mankind could ever describe. Looking down she reminding herself  of each and every kind word and nice memory that they have said or shared to her.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP WHORE." One of her brothers shouted with venom lacing each and every word. Although she couldn't identify whom it was that said it she knew deep down each of them were thinking it. As she looked up With the little energy she had she was met with deathly glares that made her cower in fear although being chained doesn't help she tried to get as far back as she could.

A whip struck isadora's back again and again, her cries and whimpers became hollowed out by the whipping sound. Blood began to ooze out of her wounds that weren't even healed yet.

Her face became flooded with tears as each of the brothers took their turn with their weapon of choice.

Her father chose to beat her kneecaps with her a metal baseball bat. Liam chose to slice open her skin all on her back and mark her with words such as slut, whore and bitch. Max chose to throw some salt on the wounds quite literally and to top it off he even chose to squirt vinegar and cheap alcohol on them. Her whimpers and screams became so loud they decided to shove a cloth in her mouth so they wouldn't have to hear her voice. Ez decided to punch her in the gut and in the face a few times. As all eyes turned to the youngest brother, Alec he looked around scared with wide eyes he approached his twin grabbing the knife off the table on his way and stabbed her in the shoulder. He couldn't bare hurt his sister, his twin but once he reminded himself all that he had done his once scared face was tainted with a sickening grin.

As they released her from her chains she fell to the floor and instantly curled into a ball. Her eyes hazy with tears and the pain surfing through her body even at the slightest movement. The boys still had not finished well at least Liam and her father as they grabbed a lighter and started burning some of the flesh were the wounds had split open. Her whole body was burning and she could only scream still with the cloth in her mouth as they carried on abusing her.

Isadora's POV:

No matter how much I begged and screamed they would never stop. My pain was their thrill and I could never forgive them if I survived. After hours of hurting me, stuffing my mouth with a cloth and burning my flesh I began to accept the fact that today is the day I die. The door wide open as other prisoners would be cowering away whilst I got all their built up anger. Even though I could see my escape I couldn't move and I'd certainly not survive if I tried to run. I was too weak and scared and the last faces I'll ever see is my brothers. The ones who I used to love, who played barbies with me, ran around chasing me in the garden. They were supposed to be my brothers. But that all changed when they started to accuse me of something I didn't do.