His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter One

I scurried to clean the water on the floor, using a handful of paper towels and quickly throwing them in the trash as if nothing happened. My heart raced in my chest from the anxiety.

"The fuck are you doing in here? You don't get to eat my food! Get your ass on the floor!" Jade screamed, rushing over to my now trembling figure and kicking my knee in.

I crashed to the floor, lowering my head to avoid her face and another impact crashed into the middle of my back. Tears brimmed my eyes and I grasped the tiny cracks in the tile, feeling her drill the steel-toe combat boot straight into my side.

My mother was away when my father cheated on her, she came back and found them together. My dad in the spur of the moment didn't know what excuse to make, so he beat her nearly to death. I was blamed. He left with the other woman and my mother was sure to keep me here, using me to get out her frustrations over my father so she didn't have to buy things she broke around the house.

She thought I was stealing food because I ate out of the trash, any leftovers she had was never daily but it happened. Whenever she'd get drunk or high, I'd sneak in here like an animal to scrounge for food in the filthy bag-less can.

If she ever saw me standing I'd be forced to the floor. I think my height intimidates her even though she can destroy me. She stands at the good height of five-foot-three where I stand with five-foot-nine. I used to fight back but I've realized it's easier to just accept; she was a Navy SEAL.

"Get the fuck out! Move it!" She shrieked, kicking the side of my face and I clenched my eyes closed to keep my tears at bay.

Eye contact is another big no-no. The last time I ever looked up at her she gave me calcium hydroxide eye drops, it was excruciatingly painful and I haven't been able to see through my left eye since. I've been half blind for two years, the luxury to be able to see with both brings me to silent cries. I've forgotten what it's like...

I urgently crawled out of the room on my hands and knees, my head hung low as I scrambled into the living room back to my crate. When I curled up inside the cramped space she slammed the exit closed and locked me in, kicking the side of it with a string of curses.

"You good for nothing piece of garbage! You're wasting perfectly good space! I should throw you to the wolves and watch as they tear into you limb by limb!" She threatened, planting one last kick to the outside and I flinched.

I watched her retreating figure and broke down, allowing my tears to fall freely with low shivers. The cold feel of the crate against my skin created goosebumps. This is where I slept and it's where I go whenever I disobey, it never lasts because she's too eager to start beating on me again.

She took away my clothes as well, I'm not good enough to have my body covered. The only time I get the privilege is when she sends me into the stores. I enjoy getting out but it only worsens my depression, it's a reminder that I'll never be free. She went as far as implanted a tracker in the back of my neck just to make sure of it.

As for my bodily fluids, when I have to use the bathroom she takes me to the backyard or forces me to go in my crate. We live nowhere near others, it's a small country home, so even if I get outside privilege nobody can see to help me.

When my period comes around, I have to bleed on myself. She doesn't let me out of here during that time so I can't complain too much. I have to sleep in chunks of my uterine lining once a month for a week. I'm a heavy bleeder which makes it much worse. That's also the only time I get to bathe. She's the one to clean me, touching every crease of my body with a moldy sponge. She doesn't trust I won't drown myself.

I wish she'd just kill me if her hate is as strong as it seems, except she couldn't be without her punching bag.

I know as long as she lives, I don't get to.