Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)

Chapter 40 I am not your doll

(This chapter contains extreme physical abuse, reader aggression advised)

-Airmed-

My voice shook at his name. "Mi-chel," an evil firm, grew on his face as his eyes glued to my trembling body. My heart stopped, and I went numb. Flashbacks of what he did to me played in my head. One in particular of him beating me when I hung out with Firefly one day without telling him.

~~~Flash back~~~

I opened the door, it was about 9 clock at night and Emily and Michelle took me to dinner and a chick flick movie. It was the first time that I had fun while being at the USA hero division. It was about 2 months ago being here, and I kinda gotten used to being here.

I took a few steps inside into my room. Right before I was able to put my styrofoam container on my bed, I felt an arm pulled on me. It was Iron Bull, forcing me to face him. His grip on my arm was so tight it was nearly cracking my bone. I whimpered in pain as tears formed on my face. "It hurts." I cried out.

"Where have you been!?" He demanded an answer. "And don't you dare fucking lie to me!" I looked up at him, tears rolling down.

"I was with Fire-" SLAP he slapped me arcoss my face so hard my body became like a limp doll in his hand. My eyes glued to the floor, I was to scared to even look up at him. Until he let go of me and I fell to the floor. I didn't even move my mind blank from pain. 'Someone.... Help me...' I scream in my head. Bull stood over me and grabbed my legs, and made me move on to my back. He sat on top of my hips to make sure I wasn't able to squirm away.

"Lie to me again. And I'll do it again." I looked through my  hair at him. My cheek is still stinging from his hard slap. "Now tell me, where have you been." I was too scared to even answer. No matter what I will say, he would just beat me.

"I was with Fire -" and again another slap, but it was so hard I felt my jaw popped. I was about to cry out in pain, but he covered my mouth.

"One... last...time." he warned. I was sobbing at this point. There was nothing for me to say that would save me. I looked at him with fearful eyes, which he seemed to enjoy.

"So not gonna tell me the truth, huh?" He licked his lips. "Well, I guess I have to punish you for being a bad dolly." I felt him punching my arms, staying away from any visible places. No sound would come out of my mouth, except whimpers from the back of my throat. Finally, when he stopped punched me, I saw something shinny in his hand. It was a knife. "You still haven't answered little dolly." I shook my head. I wasn't gonna answer. There was no point. "Suit yourself!" He hysterically laughed.

He covered my mouth and made a giant cut down my wrist and then switched hands to do the same on the other side. If anyone had found me like this, they would have thought I committed suicide but I knew better. Bull got off me and looked down at me.

"Look at this broken doll, made of nothing but porcelain." He turned and walked away. I was starting to get a light head from blood loss, but I had to get help. I stumbled around, trying to get help, but everyone was downstairs. Once I made it to the stairs, I blacked out and fell down them.

I woke up with bandages around my wrist and my jawline. When I was told, I had deep cuts on my wrist that would leave scars, a broken jaw, and severe bruising on my arms. They thought it was all from the fall, but I felt I knew what it was from, but at the moment, it felt like it was all a bad dream.

~~~End of Flashback~~~

I'm not the broken doll no more. I have someone who showed me I'm not. I have friends and made myself my own little family.  I narrowed my eyes at him, which took him by surprise. "Oh, it looked like the doll grew up a little." He mocked.