𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃
(This is NOT an incest story!!)
19 year old Avyana, also a very known assassin in the underworld known as Angel, living with her twin Alessio.
For the first 5 years of the twins' lives, they lived happily with their two parents an...
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Avyanas POV. - present time.
"Shh, it's okay." I coo, Milo wrapped up in my boney arma from lack of food.
Fredrick left a while ago, so here I am, leaning against a cement wall holding a trembling Milo.
Once Milo settled down, sobs stopping and grasping onto me for dear life, I brushed his soft hair out of his face only to see he's sleeping. Oh fuck, that poor baby boy must be traumatized.
Well, I guess I could at least attempt to get a little bit of sleep before Fredrick comes back.
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Flashback.
6 years ago.
"Avyana-Wake the fuck up!" Aunt screeches in my ears. Jesus Christ, calm down, lady.
"What?" I question, groaning from the pain emitting from my lower section as I move to get out of bed.
"I have a fucking client, the fuck do you think? Now be a good girl and listen this time!" She screeches like a dang pterodactyl again, and I wince.
As I sit up, she speaks again, "Oh, are you fucking-" she cute herself off, "Have you been gaining weight, Avyana? Huh? Have you been eating?" She shouts, angrily.
Alessio snuck a piece of bread into my room last night because I hadn't eaten in four days...
I wish I was like him. Strong, Brave, Tall, Kind, loved...
"N-No." I whisper, stuttering. Clearly lying.
"Oh you lying little whore!" She yells, yanking my head back by knotting a long boney hand of hers into my long hair.
"Now you listen to me," She lowers her voice, lips close to my ear, "If you ever, and I mean ever, even think of lying to me again-and gain fucking weight?- then I'll fucking sell you to a whore house, where you belong." Her voice low, the threat lingering in the air. I can't be sent there as punishment-not again!
My breathing comes to a stop as she lifts her head up, a sickly sweet smile on extremely boney face, where her cheekbones are hallow-eyes as well.
"C'mon now, chop chop, the client is waiting, Oh! and make sure not to scream too much. Don't want to wake your brother up from his peaceful sleep." She smiles, an evil glint in her eyes making me flinch.
The flinch makes her grin wider, and that glint grows into an evil spark.
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New Flashback. - 4 years ago.
(15 years old)
"Oh yeah-take it like the good whore you fuckin' are-" The man on top of me suddenly stops thruating in and out of me, hearing knocking at the door.
Please save me! I want to scream.
Get this monster off me! but I can't. Nothing will come out. Just sobs and whimpers.
I've learned not to scream anymore when aunt sells me to random men. It only makes it worse for me, so I just learn to lay there, body numb, and take it.
"Who the fuck is at your door-"
The door slams open and Alessio sprints in, Kayden following behind him, both standing tall.
A whimper slips out of my mouth from the pain of this man old enough to be my grandfather still being inside me, which makes Kaydens head whip twords me, his eyes narrow into a death glare as he rushes to me, pushing the man off of me and knocking him out-Probably to torture him later.
please do! I want to yell at the top of my lungs, Torture him!
When he's knocked out cold, he slides out of me, making me whimper in pain.
"Jesus fuck, baby." Kayden mutters, his eyes softening by a mile seeing me in this position.
Alessio comes rushing downstairs with a pair of underwear and a t shirt for me. Thank you, God.
A sob slips out of my mouth unintentionally when I look back into Kaydens eyes.
"Shit," He mutters, "C'mere, baby." He whispers, wrapping his arms around me.
It hurts so bad, is what I want to say. But no words come out. only sobs.
I hear Alessio step away as Kayden gets me dressed-pulling his hoodie over my messy head of hair and onto my scarred and bruised body.
This is so embarrassing. How could I let this happen?
"I-This is my fault." I sob into Kaydens shoulder, now sat on his lap (clothed) with his arms wrapped around me.
"Fuck, no don't say that-This is not your fault." He says firmly and when I don't listen, he tilts my chin up with his thumb and pointer finger making me look into his eyes.
"You couldn't have stopped this, Avy." Kayden coaxed, stroking my cheekbone with his finger.
"I- I'm okay-" I can't finish my sentence as I choke out a sob.
"No, baby, you're not okay. And that's alright." Kayden whispers, holding me tight.
I let out a pained whimper.
"It's all going to be okay, Av." He mutters, pressing his lips to my head.
