The Missing Princess (✔️)

10: Wish

Chapter 10

-Isabella Di Luca-

"I-Izzy so-sorry! Izzy s-sorry! I-Izzy didn't mean t-to, Master!" I cried, and I cried on my knees, feeling out of breath as I tried to crawl to the corner, but I knew I wouldn't be safe there or anywhere.

There is no escape from master-- the bad man's anger. It's my fault.

I dropped his food. I didn't mean to, but the tray was so heavy that I dropped it. I didn't mean to; I couldn't tell him that I couldn't carry all of it, and I really did try, but it's still my fault. It's all my fault. I've been a bad girl again.

The bad man glowered at me as he held the black thingy in his hands. He always uses that thing to hit me, and it really hurts so bad. I cried even more and curled into a ball as I saw it.

"You good for nothing, useless, fucking bitch!" The bad man screamed, and without hesitation he began hitting me again and again with the black thingy, causing me to scream and cry, begging him to stop and telling him how sorry I am, but it was no use.

"This is what happens to bad girls such as yourself! Bad girls get fucking punished! You deserve this! Now fucking deal with it and stop crying, you useless bitch!"

The bad man's right

I've been a bad girl for dropping my master's food, so I deserve this. I deserve to be punished for being a bad girl.

I should've held the tray more carefully; I should've been strong enough to carry all of it; I should've been a good girl. This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't so useless.

I deserve this.

His hits were getting harder and harder than the last, and as expected, I started bleeding again, and my old wounds started opening again. I wasn't even able to count how many hits I received, but it almost feels never-ending.

But suddenly, after a while, the bad man finally stopped and dropped the black thingy. While I lay down on the cold tiled floor, I hugged my bruised, broken, and bleeding body the best I could, trying to offer comfort to myself as I cried and panted. I feel like passing out again. But I can't do that in the middle of a punishment; the bad man is just going to punish me even more when I wake up.

I expect the bad man to walk away and leave me just like he would always do after my punishment to give me time to reflect on myself for being a bad girl. But I was surprised when the bad man got down in front of me, and I let out a sharp yelp when he suddenly wrapped his hand in my hair and forcefully pulled me up to face his mean, ugly face. My head was throbbing in pain as he harshly held and tugged my hair.

Why did he have to be so mean? What did I ever do to him?

"This is why nobody wants you, bitch. Where did I get you again? Ah, yes, the orphanage." He let out a mean laugh.

He didn't get me from the orphanage to adopt me. No, he forcefully took me one day when I was on my way there from school.

"You were in that orphanage because your parents didn't want you. Your family didn't want you. No one in this world wants you. You should be even thankful to me that I took you, because despite how useless and disgusting you are, I still took you. You should always remember that, Isabella." He finally let go of my hair, making me fall with a thud, and he spat at me, looking at me in disgust before walking away.

I never knew that his words would hurt me more than all of his hits.

My heart was breaking as I took in all of his words.