War of Souls

Chapter 2

Amara P.O.V

I was standing at the window of the room in one of my father's safe houses in Colombia, watching the sun set. I felt tears falling down my cheeks as he hugged my body because of the abuse I suffer from David both physical and psychological abuse that has permeated my being. Every time he approaches me and takes me against my will he drugs me so he can do whatever he wants with me without limitations and the next morning I end up sore with marks all over my body, bruises, with pain in my pelvis because of what hard he was with me. But I was tired of this life, my father sold me to this man and when I wanted to oppose the marriage he took out his gun and hit me in the back of the head with it, leaving me to fall unconscious to the ground.

The only thing I could hear was the conversation he was having with David Fuentes, the member of one of the most prestigious families in Spain.

"Here you have what we agreed on, dear partner," said my father, rising in his arms before being picked up by David's arms.

"It's still pure, isn't it?" David says, at that moment all I could hear was his voice while I was unconscious in his arms.

"Yes, you can do whatever you want, I only ask that you never bring her back to this safe house with me, she is now completely yours, never the scum of my life," says my father with a tone of hatred and resentment towards me. that I was not born a boy like he wanted, but I was still his daughter whether I wanted it or not.

When I heard him say that, I felt a tear run down my cheek, to which David removed it. Minutes passed and I stopped hearing voices, but I felt my body lie down on a fairly long seat. We were inside a car and it began to move forward.

"Finally, you're my doll," says David, moving my long brown hair to one side, caressing my cheek gently.

I feel his hand pass over my small breasts that were shining from the red dress I was wearing. He began to lower his hand until he reached my legs. As a natural instinct, I closed them so he wouldn't touch me anymore. At that moment I felt like an object that had just been acquired, just to fulfill the fantasies of this man at my side; I was still trying to assimilate how my life came to this, my father sold me as if I were an object, after that I don't know my real mother since she abandoned me with him and I grew up with his first wife but knowing that It was the product of an infidelity with my mother, she despised me, she kept me locked in a room where only she and Alicia, my nanny, could enter.

Alicia protected me from the abuse of my father's wife, but when she was doing housework, she would come into the room and pull my hair, constantly abusing me, and she would always repeat to me that I was scum, that it was better to kill than to keep me alive, but my Father in search of power met David and he belongs to one of the richest families in Spain so they decided that the most viable way to get rid of me was a forced marriage between David and me but until I turned 21.

All the thoughts and memories I had of my life were fading through the abuse of my father's wife. If that person can be called father, I will take revenge on her and on everyone who wrongs me, at my young age. I have learned a series of skills that I didn't even know myself.
While I was still unconscious I felt that the hours were passing and that the car was not stopping, my body began to react making my eyes open little by little, I turned to look everywhere, but it was night and it was dark inside the car. As soon as I woke up completely, David immediately pulled me onto his lap. My vision was still a little blurry, but I realized that one of his hands was on my waist, keeping me close to him, and his other hand was on the inside of my thigh.

Being in such an uncomfortable situation I began to breathe heavily knowing that I didn't know where I was going, the only thing I wanted to do at this moment was get out and go where no one knew me, free myself from this damn hell of shit that I have experienced during all these years.