Castling Deceit

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷: 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎

•ESTELLE ARZHEL POV•

~Tears streamed down my face as the hot iron burned my skin. But I know better than to scream.....

"Now that we've got your punishment out of the way, let's have some fun, shall we? "

I shake my head furiously, knowing fully well by now what their idea of "fun" is, even though I don't understand what that is and the fun aspect of it.

"We both know what happens when you defy orders you dumb bitch, don't we? Now, strip for me like a good slut you are" he snarled.

I did as told and stood there wanting this to be over.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with the boxers.

"Let the fun begin..... " he smirked.

Noooo~

With a sudden jerk, I woke up, my face marked with tears and my body drenched in sweat. Gasping for air, I struggled to regulate my breathing. "Calm down, breathe. It's just a dream," I whispered to myself. But deep down, I knew it was more than just a fleeting dream – it was a haunting memory that refused to fade.

There was a whole myriad of emotions jumbling through my mind.

Fear- The constant fear of facing severe consequences for the smallest mistakes, like not cleaning the house meticulously, failing to prepare meals on time, and so on, can be overwhelming.

Loneliness- Having no company except me, myself, and my dark thoughts, life does get pretty lonely. Unfortunately, the only people I ever interact with are friends of Sir and Ma'am, and to be honest………You'd rather be alone than be with them.

Pain- From those endless punishments which range from being beaten to a pulp and getting your limbs burned to being drowned in ice water and them doing something which they enjoy a lot as they say it's their version of "fun" but for me..... It hurts as hell. I don't quite understand what they do, but deep down I know it's wrong.

Disgust- When I see my body painted with so many shades of bruises ranging from yellow, green, and blue to purple and black. Sometimes I feel like a freaking canvas for these people. If you're thinking that's all......... Re-think. There are scars and stab wounds all over, whip marks, and words carved on my back such as bitch, useless, slut, whore, burden, etc. To be honest, I don't even know what half of those words mean. I have at least 4-5 broken ribs and almost the rest are bruised and probably a dislocated knee and shoulder. So yeah...... would re-think if I were you.

I sigh as I pull myself out of my thoughts and check the time. 2:37 AM. Hmmm..... Approx 2 hours of sleep. Better than yesterday. Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, I decided to tend all the fresh wounds from yesterday's punishment. It was one of the worst ones I got as passed out from starvation and wasn't able to clean the house. Sir was supposed to have some friends over, and since the house wasn't as clean as they expected, I was punished for it severely.

It took a while to clean up the huge stab wound on my thigh. After I was done, I hid the kit under a pile of books where I'm sure Sir wouldn't check. I head off to the bathroom and have a cold shower to numb the scorching pain hissing as the water touches the open whip wounds on my back. Carefully, I wrap my stomach and leg in a clean bandage pulling on an old long-sleeved T-shirt along with some tattered jeans. It was 4:49 AM until I was done. I took out my sketchbook and began sketching. It's something that helps me calm down. After sketching for a while, I hurried towards the kitchen to get started on their breakfast. I'm not allowed to eat anything except stale bread twice a week just to keep me alive.