Unkissed. (Rated R)

14.♣️

"Kill him," came a simple command and my glossy eyes protrudes like from my skull.

An instinct suddenly ignites within me and I'm launching myself upwards, imbalanced and still fear stricken my legs wobbles down the steps missing the last two. I come down hard, face first on the wooden floor. to my dismay my nose and forehead breaks my fall, I hear a crack and my nose numbs out.

Pain instantly follows coming down like a bag of bricks, a pounding headache makes my vision double watching a purple like color cloud around behind my eyes until I was able to finally come in tune with my surroundings.

Slowly rising my head as the space like color fades, not before it leaves a galaxy of bright stars to swirl about. In the midst of it through a blurry fog I am met with what appears to be polished leather black shoes. My Pupils finally align after a deep squint bringing the color with it, a smell of rust makes my eyes water.

Liquid oozes from my nose as I peer up to a crouched man hunching above me. A nightmare coming to life as he looks at me with a deadly glare.

"What the fuck is this?" He seethes darkly. Foul smell of tobacco on his breath as if he eats cigarettes for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I whimper softly, mentally punching myself while going over the seconds prior that brought me here. What just happened and how? where was my common sense?

"Do you speak English you little rat?" The man continued. Leaning his face downwards to me.

There was A feeling on my right side. Aggressively the other man with the blood trickling down his mouth uses his shoe to prod at me, Roughly shoving at me until I was on my back.

"A child." He smiles, blood stained teeth adds onto the menace in his demeanor. The reason its there is sinister enough.

The crouched man rises, bald head and eyes sneak in my view as I stare at the moldy ceiling Chest heaving dangerously, and I swallow the blood from my nose to not choke. Shriveling with fear as the men above look down at me intently.

"He has a child." one of the men out of view huffs. "Just as filthy as his father."

The room rumbles with their laughter at my expense.

"Ahhh" I cry out, long nails graze my scalp as a patch full of my hair is gripped, harsh force nearly tearing off my my skin in the process. I'm lifted from my back and sat on my bottom, impact from earlier leaves me highly sensitive to the beams of the kitchen light, eyes misconducting until a harsh grip under my chin forces my head to be still, looking ahead of me.

Figures, strange large figures. One was slouched and the other appeared to be immobile; Lifeless. I squint deeply ignoring the sharp pain shooting at my brain in response. My jaw tears in two at the scene; rusty smell of blood syncing in with the foul odor of poor hygiene, the gory scene forces a thick bile to rise from my stomach.

Deformed and broken, breasts sliced off, her jaw hanging just by a small piece of flesh from her lips. Blood surges from the missing part of her ear. The whore lays lifeless in her own pool of blood. Beside her sits my father, eyes socket blue and swollen, only the flutter if his lashes allows me to breathe cooly. He is still alive, miraculously, yet barely. Half his head peeled away skull fractures leave an opening to his brain I witness it moving before chunks of blood leak from the bone,.

Though sickened by the gruesome display I couldn't look away questioning the scene. The blood from his skull leaks madly but it dries at his round belly, why is there a pool of blood around him? it was than I looked in between his legs; cleany sliced off organ and the bruising of his purple testcials.