Her Destiny

Ch. 6

Usually a kidnapped victim is docile. But me? I'm a firecracker that my captor has to keep in a cold room. I am dowsed every hour with a bucket of ice water.

I swear if I get out of here I will make him pay. I will .

I just need a plan. Waiting for uncle isn't an option. I need a plan in case uncle can't get to me in time... a plan that will work. Maybe i could act docile then figure out another piece of the plan. Act like I don't care what my captor does. Then turn around and  attack full force. I could burn him and then make my escape or burn to kill...

No, I can't kill. I'm not capable of that after what happened the last time I lost control.

Dad.... My poor Mom...

All I have left is my little brother and an adopted uncle that took me and my little brother in. We had no other family so a total stranger helped us. I grew to love him as family.

For my two family members, I will stay alive. I will make it back to them. Even with my captors evil plots, I will live!
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Four months later I had carried out my plan and I was no longer dowsed every hour. Instead I had a cold bath every other day. I had clothes that screamed perfection. I was like a doll for him to dress and undress. I was a person for him to use as he sees fit. Sometimes it's gross. His mind is beyond anything I've ever seen before.

I stayed still on the couch for him to perfect. Makeup and hair pieces. Pictures and paintings. (Just picture my blood being used as red paint. I was poked a lot just to have him have red paint. My nails were pulled so he could grind them into a white clear powder and then put it like paint too. Those were the only things he used. Everything else was normal painting things.) I was clothed and unclothed in lavish dresses and skirts. Outfits straight out of anime shows. Things that showed too much. This is what he liked.

I was spoon fed like a baby from actual baby food jars. He said it was for the vitamins on my luscious body. But then he would turn around and abuse me. Throw me  across the floor, against a door, punch me or squeeze my wrists and thighs and other places so tight there were bruises. 

He would rape me two times a week and each time it would get worse. Every time he entered my still teenageish body was a hard jerk. Push fast in and hard. Rip goes my skin. Rip it goes more over time. Fast and slow. He would do it like this for the longest affects. The longer he went at it the more he enjoyed making me suffer. I just laid there like a doll and he didn't like it so he would get quite angry with me a slap me and choke me tell I was purple faced, then let go.  And then continued his assaults on my body. He put his just almost cummed dick on my boobs and my back and everywhere including my hair. He would make me wear it for a whole day before he finally told me to take a shower at night.

I was fed up so I tried hanging myself multiple times, he would get me down and preform C.P.R acouple time cracking my ribs. I decided to try sneaking his razor across my neck or across my wrist but he would catch me and sew whatever he could. I was his prisoner for what seemed like eternity.

He would run healing things on me after every abuse. Sure the bruises and scrapes would go away faster but it didn't stop them from hurting. Cover up was put on the wounds that were seeable. He didn't like seeing what he did to me. His mind is rather confusing. Almost like he had a rather large guilty personality but that was outweighed by the abusive side and the guilty side wasn't strong enough to win out that fight.

I was tasked with chores in the basement and sore limbs and broken bones were not a good reason to hide away. If he found me hiding almost dying by him was the least of my problems. I would be chained outside and whipped on my back constantly until he thought I had learned my lesson. Mind you again this all was within 4 months of torture. What a creep right? I was broken. Or so he thought. I was so done though.
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