~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻.~💜

CHAPTER 5: SOULLESS BUTTERFLY.

(Quick warning this chapter contains SA and physical abuse.)

- *Linda's POV*

"Ugh... How could've I have been so stupid? I should've known that guy was trouble..." She said, breaking down...

"Don't worry y/n... I'll find you... In a way or another..."

...

*Back to y/n's POV, few days later. *

You've been in Fyodor's house for a few days now...

You were scared as you know that it was impossible that the Detective Agency couldn't solve it... Especially with their professional detective, Ranpo...

You were now hopeless, and still tied to his bed...

But then, he walked in, drunk and half naked... As you realized what it could mean, you tried to tell him,

But it didn't work...

He then approached you going at a dangerous distance from you.

"Oh, you're such a good girl, Milaya... I should just give you a reward..." Fyodor smirked as he removed his boxers.

You closed your eyes as you were scared, and you screamed to him to stop...

"P-Please...N-No..." You desperately said...

"Now it's time for the worst part, krolik..." He said with a smug face.

As he was now trying to get on top of you and unbutton your shirt, you kept struggling.

"Come on, you'll like it, lovely." He said, completely out of his mind.

You kept struggling though, no matter what he said.

But it only resulted in you being either slapped or punched. So, at the end, you gave in. Feeling utterly disgusted by yourself.

- (Time Skip After That.)

You were untied, but left on the floor, broken, bruised and traumatized... You just wanted to disappear and never come back ever again...

"That'll teach you to never go against me..." Fyodor said, kissing your forehead before leaving...

You then dressed up in the clothes he gave you, and when you finished getting dressed, you look at yourself in the mirror, the shades of red and purple on your skin. At this point, you didn't care anymore, you accepted your fate.

All you could do was stand there staring at yourself, your eyes becoming soulless.

To think that you used to think Fyodor was a good man who gave your butterflies in your stomach. But no, he was the poison intoxicating the butterflies he once gave you.

After all, you gave up on life a while ago, didn't you?

No matter what happened, you would only be used garbage to him. Nothing else.

You then sighed, trying to cheer yourself up as you weren't tied up anymore, and you decided to get out of the room.

There you saw him, the Russian man passed out on the couch smirking in his sleep.

Your eyes widened as you saw that as a chance to escape, you looked over at the door with an ecstatic expression. 

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(Note: I made this chapter quite quickly! Might be the 1AM motivation to write. Theme song for this chapter is Girl With One Eyes by Florence Machine! Until next time!<33)