Under Control

Ch 27: All Alone

Amilia pov:

It hurt to breathe, I'm sure I had broken ribs from Mike's unpleasant treatment to me. He spent a considerable amount of time beating me, kicking me in my ribs to be factual.

It was day, at least I think, they blocked the windows to prevent me from seeing outside. Goons came in and picked me up, removing the restraints as they took me out. I was tossed onto the floor of a kitchen, Mike sitting at the table with a disgusted look.

"Clean yourself up. It's pathetic." He waved his hand and they dragged me again.

I was taken to a massive bathroom and told to clean myself so I didn't reek. It's not my fault I've been locked away for two weeks, covered in blood and... other things. They left and locked the door from the outside so I couldn't escape.

Standing on shaky legs I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked skinnier than I prefered. My face held bruises, swollen lips and cheeks, all while covered in dried blood. My body wasn't any better.

Not wanting to see myself like this I pulled myself to the shower, turning it on to a burning setting. I stripped what little clothing I had and stepped in, the water burning away my disgust and shame.

I watched as the water turned dirty, flowing down the drain as I scrubbed all of the filth off. I used just about everything in the shower to clean me up, I hated feeling dirty. Closing my eyes and relishing in the water I could feel strong arms wrap around me.

"You're so beautiful." Husky words filtered in my ear. I knew this voice better than anyone.

"I'm not. Look at me." I felt disgusted, I felt unworthy of her attention and love.

"I am and you are to me my love." A kiss placed on my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her head on my shoulder, the feel of her embrace.

"I'm scared." I whimpered, too afraid to speak any louder in case those outside heard me.

"I know." Her hand interlocked with mine, her thumb brushing over the back of my hand.

Pounding on the door alerted me, opening my eyes quickly I found the dream to be gone. I was alone and scared. Pushing my fear aside I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. Catching a glance of myself in the mirror I found myself angered with Mike.

The whipping had left its mark on me, lines and scars littered my back, some big and others small. I had heavy bruising on my upper torso, wounds and small gashes on my lower. I was a mess from his discipline.

The door opened and I was pulled out, they restrained me and took me upstairs which severely confused me. Going down a long hallway I was confronted with a large door, they opened it and tossed me in.

Grunting and holding my towel tighter I pushed myself to my feet, looking at the room in front of me. It was bare and rather plain, a bed, dresser, closet, and a desk. I did notice clothes laying on the bed though. Standing up I moved to change but the door opened again, this time Mike had entered.

"You look much better." He smiled and raked his eyes over my exposed figure. Needing to play this nice I simply nodded.

"No words for your favorite uncle?" He had a cruel smile on his lips. I again simple shook my head, he scoffed and waved it off.

"You can be rather rude, Amilia. I thought you'd be happy with a new room and change of scenery." The room was meant for me? He walked past me and sat on the bed, his eyes trailing my figure.