Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
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Violet Rose:
I let out a pained scream when Michelangelo digs his heel into my open wound on my stomach. I can't move, not because it hurts, but because my arms and legs are tied to this chair. At least I can finally sit down. They let me stand in that cell, tied to the ceiling for about a week or so. I lost track of time completely.
"Stop disobeying my orders, you will marry me this week." Michelangelo orders and soon after my face flies to the side when he punches me again. I cough and spit some blood to the floor before lifting my head and looking back down at him.
All that I know is that I've been here for three weeks already and suddenly he wants me to marry him. There are bruises spread out all over my body, mostly on my ankles, wrists, stomach and face, because of the tight ropes they used to tie me to the chair and obviously the punches add to it all.
It's like a circle. They get here early in the morning and feed me food that I know for a fact has drugs in it, since every damn day I pass out after eating them. But I don't really have a choice, I can't really use my hands, you know.
When I wake up again I always find myself in some bathtub, completely naked with millions of maids cleaning my body and shaving me so that not one single hair stays on my body. They shampoo my hair and paint my nails. I hate myself for actually thinking they did my nails in the most gorgeous way ever.
They also threw my expensive white dress away that I loved and instead put me in this skin tight black shiny dress that is beautiful but not my type. Looking like that they simply bring me back to my cell and tie me down to the chair again, fully exposed to anyone because of the dress.
Then at about 12pm Michelangelo will walk in and try touching me and shit. Even though I'm way to weak and tired, knowing I haven't slept in weeks, I still managed to get him off of me every time.
He's forced me to marry him four days ago and lately my strength is getting less. I don't know what to do to not have to marry him. He'd hurt me if I didn't give in, just like today. He either punches, kicks, spits at my face, cuts me or he pulls my hair. Then he orders his men to clean my wounds up and once I'm all healthy and clean he starts hurting me again.
I can't move my left arm, knowing that it's broken but then again that happened about a week ago so I barely feel it anymore. But there's still hope in me. I trust Logan, I really do and I have faith in him and the boys. He promised to keep me safe and I need him to keep that promise. Besides mom and dad are probably worried sick and called the police. I'll make it out of here, I just can't lose hope in anyone or myself.
"Over my dead body." I grit referring to his question and he scoffs. I let out a quiet whimper when he grabs my chin harshly and tilting my head up to look right at him. "You are such a useless woman, why would she ever want me to marry you?" okay I'm smart enough to know what a Donna is but I want to know who the fuck she is. She seems scary.
