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Fifty nine.

Raven's POV

Life was like a funny game, it gave you things that would keep you happy for so long, it would make you feel like you won everything you wanted in life, the happiness man or woman alive before it took it away whatever it gave you and leave you behind with the pain, life liked to play these little games with me especially, I was object for everyone to use as all I've learned from my life is that I'll never win no matter where I am. I've never had a real mother and father figure when I was kidnapped, I was treated as a sex object that men 3 times my age would fuck, I made money for the company that sold me before I was sold to my nightmare.

My hands where chained above my head as my eyes stayed glued to the floor, my clothes where torn apart and as the air bruised against my skin I continued to shake from the sever hits of the whip. It was chilly down here in the basement where the maids where normally kept to sleep in, they were treated better than me and that was funny, they lived a better life than I lived in my own nightmare.

Blood continued to pool down on the group as I felt my arms grow stiff, the metal cutting through my skin and leaving behind more bruises to be infected, I had misbehaved in front of my master as I had reached out to my two sons and gave them something health to eat, I hadn't seen them since that day they healed me before they were taken away from their nap. I begged, screamed, cried for them to come back but no one listened to me as my boys looked at me with tears in their eyes. We were always separated, this house didn't like us three together as a little family, it didn't like that fact and my daughter, my angel, I hadn't seen her in for so long but I hoped that someday that I could be with her. Her father had a soft spot for her, he hated me but he kept her safer than he ever made me feel, I didn't trust him with my 3 year old baby but I couldn't do anything.

She wouldn't even remember, it had been so long since I last seen her and I had been with my boys for a few months now and the guilt I felt for what I had done, I had left them behind when I ran away and I didn't mean to, I tired everything to get them but I couldn't, I tired so hard, I swear I'm not a selfish mother. Tears rolled down my face as another wipe to my back ripped away whatever stitches the nurse had done, she tied to heal me and prevent any infects of happening as I once again pregnant, 12 weeks in and the boys where overjoyed but all I wished for was to make it out of this place with my three kids.

A kick to my stomach was all it took for me to scream in pain as I stared at the bodyguard of my master, he kicked my child, he hurt my baby and his master wouldn't be happy with that but he found joy in what state I was in. "Please stop." I begged, I didn't want another miscarriage, these kids were from my rapist but that didn't mean that I didn't love them, they gave me hope and another reason to keep fighting but as my son laid on the floor beneath me I couldn't help but cry harder. The guards had left a couple of minutes ago, they left us behind with bruises on our body, my Levi, my baby was laid on the table with blood, not his blood but mine and even the thought of someone touching his weakened body, I wouldn't think twice of the consequences of my actions and hurt whoever touched my baby, they deserved the world and one day I hoped that I could give them that.

He cried for them to forgive me, he cried to the monster of my hell to forgive me for what I had done and ignore it this one time, he was kicked and told to be put where ever his mother was. "Levi, my baby." I closed my eyes as I remembered the first time I saw my two twins, the labour was painful as no one was there for me as I was kicked away in a room, for misbehaving. I got to spend a little amount of them with my babies before the doctor took them away.

I cried, they had taken my children from me.

"Mamma?" Hands wrapped around my sore legs as more weight was put on me, Levi stood beside me on the cold wet floor as he looked up at me with his dark eyes. Tears pricked at his homey brown eyes, the same chocolate colour of mine, his lips where curved down in a frown as he looked up at his mother, it was dimly lit down here and Levi had always been scared of spiders, he hated the with a passion. "Are you in pain?" I smiled through the pain, he was pulling me down with his weight, gripping onto my leg tighter as if to reassure himself that I was here with him.