The Island Mother of Gods

Chapter 2

Rosma's POV

By the time I awoke again, it was light and I was in pain, my back, and everywhere. I was trembling for I knew what he has done to me the pain between my legs was prove enough. I was in deep denial for only people who cared about each other made love or so thought my fourteen-year-old innocent self, however, I knew what that Monster has done to me could not have been further from the truth.

It's not true, he is a liar they would never abandon me.

Mom...

Startling me from my thoughts was a scratchy shrill voice asking me: "You awake dearie?"

Don't look, don't look...

"Don't you dare disrespect me like this!" He yelled as he yanked me from the bed by my hair, he dragged me across the room to a corner where a dog cage sat in which he threw me with such force that I was sure to wake up covered in bruises.

Don't look, don't look, no don't look, don't look at him.

I kept still and my eyes shut long after I heard him slam the door shut behind him with a bang.

Hours later, I heard the door creak open and saw his bare, blue feet stumbling over to me happily, nearly falling over himself.

"Come my dear we should eat dinner."

We're cooking tonight just like any other ordinary happy couple out there. This is wrong, I should get out of here, but how, what should I do, do I call for help, but who will hear me, do I run, but where to, can I even get back home, where am I?

"Do you know how to chop veggies?" he asked me interrupting me from my thoughts yet again.

"Um yes."

"Oh, great!" He exclaimed with a jump, his white butt length hair swishing behind him as he gave me a cutting board and knife.

Knife...

"Here are the veggies, then I'll get started on the meat, and oh, what a very special cut I have in the freezer," he informed me joyfully.

"Dearie, you sure are..." silence followed after I made a small cut in his arm. Trembling I stumbled backwards in an attempt to put distance between us.

"You should behave," he told me with a sigh and he was strangely calm.

"I'm sorry," I apologized I kept staring at the small cut.

He bleeds red.

The small line of blood contrasts sickly with his blue skin.

Almost unreal.

"We'll get back to this later, now prepare the vegetables."

"Y-yes," I stuttered out.

What could he mean by that, what would he do to me now?

I tried not to zone out nor think about anything especially not that unbearable pain, I suffered in my crotch area since that morning or afternoon whenever I woke up from what felt like minutes or days of sleep.

Focus on my back instead, yes, that wasn't an act of love, no. Just focus on, chop, chop, chop. Nothing happened nothing is wrong. Chop, chop. Blood there was too much blood. No, no, chop, chop, chop, chop. I was bleeding I am bleeding...

"Hey, hey stop that!"

"Huh?"

"You cut yourself, sweetie."

"Oh."

"Come here let me help you," he told me softly.

I watched as he took my wrist into his unnaturally blue palm, and ever so gently, he took my bloodied finger into his fanged mouth. He never broke our eye contact.