Ziya

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ZIYA

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I don't really remember a lot of my life before I was about 6 years old.

A lot of it is little flashes of feeling loved and cherished with blurry figures. Maybe that's what happens when you've lived in misery for nearly 10 years.

The sunlight streams through the little gaps between the metal bars outside of my room window. Mr Carter said it was to keep me safe from the people who want to hurt me. What he didn't remember to mention is that those people include him and his son.

Abel Carter.

My personal tormentor.

He took pleasure in harming me, making me live in this personal hell.

"Little flower, you are awake." I stiffened hearing Abel breathe down my neck harshly. When did he get this close? Was I really that oblivious? I need to be more careful.

"Come flower, father and I need to speak to you. Make sure you wear that purple dress I love." Abel smirked against the skin of my neck as he inhaled my scent deeply. Keep calm Ziya. Breathe Ziya.

"Of course." There's no point aggravating him when he is in such a good mood.

"Wear your hair down, my beautiful flower." Smelling my hair, he ran his fingers through it ever so gently. What is going on?

Abel lingered in my room for another 15 minutes before he finally left to let me change. A million thoughts ran through my head as I attempted to draw up as many conclusions as I can to think about what this meeting would entail. I have been good. I haven't disobeyed anyone and I've made sure to read all the books assigned for me to read.

20 minutes later, I was standing outside the large oak wood doors as I controlled my breathing. Knocking on the door softly twice, I waited to be allowed in. Mr Carter had said to knock on his office door twice and softly so that he would know it's me. Soon after knocking I heard the deep rumble of his voice that sent my brain into panic mode. He was calm. Way too calm.

Pushing the door open, I made sure to keep my head bowed as I walked to the front of his large desk. "Take a seat." Mr Carter spoke after I stood patiently waiting for his permission. Once I took a seat, I noticed Abel stood next to him adorning his usual evil smirk that he wore when he was 'teaching me a lesson'.

"On Wednesday you turn 16 and I think it's time to finally cement your place within this family. Abel seems to think that you'd make the perfect little bride for him, so that is exactly what you will be. Wednesday, when you turn 16, you will also have the status of being Abel's wife." Mr Carter smugly revealed. My heart dropped. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I stared up at the devil and his prodigy.

I always knew Abel had taken a liking to me because he liked to state it to me as much as he can whenever he was wiping my tears after he taught me a lesson in my manners. Or lack thereof according to him.

This was ridiculous. I looked up to see Abel full blown smiling, showing off his teeth. To anyone else, it may have looked charming. His dark curly hair resting on his forehead as his grey eyes sparkled with absolute evil. The 26 year old looked ready to devour me like predators do with their prey.

"What. No... You said I could continue my education. You said I was good. Why are you doing this?" I hesitantly whispered through the emotions clogging up my throat. I tried so hard to hold back the tears, but they were falling too fast and hard now.

Abel's eyes turned dark. "Who are you to question our decision? I have been patient with you, ensuring I wait until you're 16 so I can finally have what's mine. Where are your manners?" Abel questioned darkly as he stalked over to my side pulling my hair back, eliciting a pained whimper from my mouth. "Nearly 10 years I have waited for this moment. Don't make me regret how kind I've been to you!" He spat venomously in my ear.

"Abel take her, prepare her move to your quarter." Mr Carter spoke up, looking rather uninterested in this whole ordeal after dropping the news. "Remember son, only three more days and she's all yours. Prep her how you'd like." With the flick of his finger, Abel did just that.

I was pulled up to his room and thrown on his bed. His grey eyes turned black with malice and hunger as he stared down at me. Opening his side draw, he grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs and handcuffed me to his headboard. The metal poles strong as I attempted to tug on them.

"Three days and then I'm going to fucking ruin you. You will be the perfect little wife. I will teach you everything." A sadistic glint flashed through his eyes as he bit down on my lip before dragging it down. The bite caused a sting and a little cut to be made. The metallic taste of blood trickled into my mouth as he left harsh kisses down the column of my throat.

No. Stop. I don't want this. Please leave me alone.

But I couldn't say what I wanted, I was frozen in fear as his hand trailed up my leg and under my lilac coloured dress. His fingers reached dangerously close to my private area. When he bit down on the flesh at the top of my breast, his finger caressed the outside of my underwear. Tears streamed down my face as I withheld my need to scream out in pain.

Reality sunk in, this was my life. How am I going to survive this?