Captive Of The Count

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I am back😁😁😁😁thank you all for your patience! Let's begin.

TW: Self harm, SA recall.

Orian's pov

It was dark and gloomy today, just as my mind was. The windows were closed hindering the illumination which could have given radiance to the room.

The only source of illumination was being threatened as the light breeze blew through one of the cracks in the wall making the flame of the candle flicker with an intent to go off and my tear clouded eyes rested on the movement of the flame as I tried to calm myself down.

My knees were drawn up to my chest while I sat on the cold bare floor naked as the day I was born. The chill coupled with the fear I was shrouded in caused my skin to take on a ghostly pale look revealing to any unfortunate onlooker that I was truly in a state of delirium.

My arms were tightened around my drawn-up legs my back bent over and my chin resting on my knees. I carefully rocked myself with silent sobs absorbing the pain from the bleeding old wounds and the new ones I had inflicted upon myself as punishment.

The bloodied knife I had used lay paces away, the steel blade still fresh with my blood from the cuts. The wounds would take a long while to heal, a very long while and I had tried my best to keep the reason away from anyone knowing there was nothing that could be done about it.

Today was the same day years ago that I had lost the first person I ever loved, the first person that ever cared for me and put herself at a disadvantage for my protection. I had failed to protect her in return, I caused her death.

Her screams as she burned and urged me to run away collided in my head with my screams of excitement when my birth mother announced that she was taking me out for the first time.

I had bounced off my bed happy that she hadn't struck me and was glee stricken when she held my hand and took me out for what she termed shopping. She bought me two pairs of clothes and a jacket, and my innocent heart immediately forgave her for everything she had done including killing my puppy. I pointed at some fruits and she bought them too while giving me slight pats on the head and for the first time, she smiled at me with her yellowed teeth and emphasized wrinkles but I thought she was beautiful and I told her.

It was only when I got home that I knew I was going to be one of the girls my dad brought home when Mum wasn't around. The girls he would take into the room and after hours of screaming, they'd come out with gifts and smiles on their faces.

I didn't have a smile on my face the first night Mum made me scream, I knew it was wrong when she told me she could touch me because she bought me stuff and she was my mother. I felt something terrible bloom in me after she left the room threatening to beat me up more if I cried and it continued later on, every night with her and every other night with her friends in exchange for drugs or for free, she traded me off and I bore it all till Imelda came along.

I still remember the day Imelda was brought to our home. I was looking out my window on my 8th birthday when a cab pulled up and my dad came down with a girl who I later found to be two years older than me by his side. I can recall how  my mum screamed about how she couldn't have my father's bastard under her roof and then she stormed out to meet her friends and probably a boyfriend leaving me thankful that I wouldn't have to deal with her that night.

While they were arguing, Imelda approached me with a smile and told me that she would live with us now and that we would be brother and sister. She gave me a rubber band from her hair when I told her it was my birthday and after that, she stole change from my dad's wallet and used it for treats for us because she didn't have a proper gift to give me.