The Chains: Temptations

3- Why Me?

Also a PSA! I will be changing "Madelyn's"(the FMC) into the name into "Mara". Simply because I don't like the name Madelyn anymore and it doesn't fit the story. And to note that the previous chapters have been altered, so RIP Mads x

MARA

It is 9 o'clock at night and I am currently crouched down on my hard wooden planked floor which are damaged, sitting in the dark and think about my tragic life.

The attic is the worse room in the house, all the other rooms in the house were white and beautiful and mine...dark and scary. I didn't mind dark, it makes me feel hidden.

My life was always this tragic because I spent all my life with Sir Robert. He was my mother's boyfriend or something like that. Their relationship wasn't loving like his and Ana's relationship, they like to work together but when Robert was with my mother, he liked to work against her.

I remember one time I called Robert 'father' and he punched me in my face. He said if he ever hears me calling him that he'll pierce a knife into my neck.

All I remember was when I was five year old, Robert would always hit my mother and then later in the years he would punish me. It's feels normal, it is.

I mean I don't what other people do or the world was like. My world only revolves around this household. Robert did not let me leave the house ever, I always have wanted to explore out there but I could never disobey Sir Robert, I am nothing without him.

But I have only been outside of the house to go to school. I loved learning but I would always be bullied by the others in my class because of the bruises on my face. They always told that I looked ugly. Sir Robert told to never tell anyone about the harm I suffered from him. So I would tell everyone that I fell on the street.

So I'm a bit familiar with this town, I live in Roswell, Atlanta Georgia. I used to go to the library that the school owned after school ended, I used to read there and come back home as fast as ever so I don't earn a beating. The librarians would always be so nice to me, the library was always a safe haven for me. When I opened a book in that place, my mind would ease and forget the misery I go through each day I live.

I don't remember my mother a lot because she died when I was eight years old. However I still have memories of mama trying defend me from Sir Robert. But all Robert says me is that I'm like my mother apparently. He would always say that I was a lousy tramp like her.

If I ever asked about my mother, he would beat me until ruby red blood gushed out of my face and body.

The hitting was normal towards me, even though it hurts me, I would never fight back because simply I am too weak. It is so normal that i have bruises on my different parts of my body from Sir Robert and Marcus.

Marcus was always strange, I don't want to sound impolite. He would always stare at my buttocks and chest, which I didn't know what to think.
Marcus was a year older than me.

One time, I woke up late for my everyday duties like the tramp I am and I was woken up and dragged out of my mattress in my room by Sir Robert. He took out a sharp knife and he pulled my shirt that I wore to bed up above my breasts and pierced the blade into me. I cried out screams and groans and he grabbed my face and instantly pulled my hair that was in a high ponytail that day so hard that it probably would've haven me brain damage. S-so much pain.

I pull up my shirt above my breasts and my finger linger under my breast repeatedly. The blade that Sir Robert used  stabbed into my skin that day, he used the blade to spell out 'tramp'. I feel a cold shiver in my back swoop past me.

Out of nowhere, I hear a loud grunt from the end of where my door should be, and I see a dark figure waiting there.

I hear footsteps come towards me and I hear the old dusty floorboards creak louder as the figure comes closer to me.

I get up from being crouched down on floor and take steps back as the figure come closer.

"Stop there, Mara."
M-Marcus, it's him.

He puts his hand on my chin holding it to face him, I can't see him because it's dark, I don't have lights in my room.

He pulls me closer to him by him latching on my buttocks tightly and he squeezes it and smacks my it.

I gasp in utter shock.

"M-marcus, what are you doing?" I ask as I'm confused.
"Shhh." he responds with his finger on my lip which smelt like onions as well as his breath.
I can't bare the smell of it.

I feel a panic attack rising.

Before I could think he flips me roughly to make my back to face him and his touch forcing me bend over, he makes me lean on my nightstand and causing the clock on my nightstand to fall and make a thud noise.

I don't know what happening right at this moment, this never has happened to me before.

He forcefully pulls my pants down only revealing my black panties I have on. My heartbeats continuously.

"Wow Mara, you wore these panties for me?" he says but I scared to turn to look at his face but I just know the look on his will be sinister.

He left me speechless, I don't do or say anything, I just stay quiet and take it like I normally do with this household.

Heavy breaths are escaping my mouth and all I hear is him tearing a packet of something and some liquid is flying on my buttocks.

I hear his zipper on his pants come down and I feel something hard graze the skin on my buttocks. I hear rubbery noises from him and I'm not familiar with the noise.

With zero warning I feel something up in my backside, something hard.  The rubber  on himself squeezes inside of me tightly.

Pain.

"You're all mine, Mara." That's all I hear.

It feels like I'm being torn and ripped apart, I keeping grunting in pain and my eyes are watering and tear drops stream down and glide down my now red cheeks.

He keeps pushing into me repeatedly but rougher every time. I try to latch on any oxygen that is close to my lips.

Salty tears trickle down my cheek from my red eyes to my lips, making me taste the pain that he's putting me through.

"S-stop, p-pl-ea-se." I cry out and my voice breaking whilst those words come trembling out of my lips.

I try to break free of his tight grasp from the slimy hands of his but he grabs me into place, even tighter than before.

An aching whine liberates from my wobbly lips.

But he keeps thrusting into me until I feel a lump of liquid squirting into me as well.

He removes himself from me and I drop to the floor lifelessly.

I hear footsteps fading away and that's when I know he's gone without even a glance back at me to help me.

And I'm just lying flat on the floor like I'm a piece of trash.

Again I gasp for air over and over again and before I know it, I become lightheaded and my vision weakens until I see no more...