The New Luna

Chapter Twenty Three (Violet's POV)

Trigger Warning: Abuse

Here I was staring face to face at the man who helped bring me into this life. "Daddy.." I whispered, my eyes narrowing in on his approaching form. "Well, how long has it been my sweet child," he chided, his voice dripping like venom from a snake. I attempted to make myself smaller in front of him but the wall I was chained to denied me such relief.

"So I see you found someone who has a use for you after all," he stated as he drew closer, letting the back of his sweaty hand drag across my cheek causing me to flinch.

"His name is Azure," I don't know what possessed me to say those words but I regretted them as soon as they left my mouth as they earned me an aggressive slap across my bony cheek.

"I don't give a shit what his name is. You are mine. My property. My daughter. Do you understand?" He growled out, capturing my through in his rough hand leaving me barely enough room to breathe as I nodded my response hastily.

Another blow to my abdomen and I was left bruised and bloody but at least he had finally left me alone. Although every part of me wanted to sleep and shut out the world around me, a voice in my head willed me to look around and figure out where I was. It wasn't until the dull light of the early morning began to shine through the only window in the room that I finally realized exactly where I was. The basement of my childhood now stares me dead in the face as dread washed over me. I spent many days and nights in this basement in response to my enraged father and it seemed that some things would never change. I quickly began to pull roughly at my restraints which only dug deeper into my flesh causing a fresh pool of warm red liquid to drip down my arms.

'Just don't provoke him. Stay alive. Azure will find you.' The voice in my head grew louder and I struggled to hear it as my eyes began to droop.

My head hung low as my body slumped against the wall holding me up. I could barely keep myself awake at this point and I was doing everything in my power to stay alert. Hours passed before I saw my father again and for that, I was at least thankful. When he finally ascended the stairs once more he wore an extremely smug grin and his eyes bore into mine.

"Got a call from Jazzy, guess your man isn't interested in you, after all, he never showed up," he explained in his venom-like voice. My body began to shake as the composure I had been holding onto began to slowly slip away with each of his words.

"You're wrong. He's coming.." I whispered, which only seemed to bring anger to my father.

"No. He gave you away. You're nothing to him. Nothing to me. Worthless," he spat at me, and my resolve began to crack. I refused to answer him or give him the satisfaction of a response. "You're mine,
violet," his words ran right passed me as I finally allowed myself to give in to the pain I was feeling. With every fiber in my being, I brought about the loudest most ear-piercing scream I could muster, hoping anyone would be able to hear me. 

An old sweaty rag was shoved instantly into my mouth, silencing any hope for sound. I pulled harder against my chains but only managed to dig them deeper into already bruised wrists.

"He's got one hour to come through, or you're done, and I swear it will be by my hand alone," his eyes shined nothing but pure evil. I no longer saw any redeeming qualities in my father, there was nothing left to save. The man standing before me was a monster and nothing less, I could barely stand the sight of him anymore. So I simply closed my eyes, choking back the urge to vomit at the taste of the vile rag in my mouth, and waited for deaths angel to great me.

A stinging in my already bruised cheek awoke me from the slumber I had longed for. "Wake up you bitch," my father spit at me and I quickly took in my surroundings realizing we were still in the basement. My heart sank as I realized no one had heard my screams and I knew that I was likely to die here, at the hands of my father. "I just got a call from Jazz, sounds like your owner actually did end up paying her a visit, with no cash," he growled viciously as his hand found my throat once more, restricting my airway.