Beauty and War

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

"Come for me" he said and I trembled, the painful pleasure being too much to handle. My toes curled and I arched my back, gasping for air. His movements were ruthless, his words cold, his smirk mean. He grunted in my neck and released his cum on my stomach, stroking his manhood at a fast pace. I breathed hard, catching my breath as I forced myself to stay awake.

"You did good to me, little girl," he said and kissed my lips. His kiss was anything but full of love. His lips tasted like venom, and I tried not to grimace when he bit my lip, inserting his tongue in my mouth. He pulled back and I looked into his eyes. He didn't let me see any emotion, any remorse, any guilt. Absolutely nothing. Adonis was indeed my downfall, while to him, I was only a beautiful toy to play with.

"Don't forget about the money" I said coldly and he chuckled. I hated when he didn't take me seriously. "I am being serious, idiot." I gasped when his hand tightened around my throat, making it hard for me to breathe.

"Remember who's in charge, little girl. And that's clearly not you, Aphrodite." he spat through his teeth and I squirmed under his grasp.

"Adonis, let me go" my voice was hoarse and tears rolled down my cheeks. He approached his mouth to my ear and I shivered when his words came out like arrows, meant to break my heart.

"You're only worthy to fuck, but never to love, Aphrodite. Never forget that." and with that, he let me breath and turned on his side of the bed, falling asleep, but not before putting a good amount of money on the table near the bed.

"I need to get out of here" I thought as I dressed up quietly, ignoring the pain in my body. My body trembled as I zipped my pants and took a last glance at the man that slept so peacefully on the hotel's bed sheets, that he didn't even feel when I left. I took the money and walked away from another nightmare I was supposed to endure.

The streets were empty, only my footsteps could be heard as I walked as fast as I could, not minding at all the body ache I felt at the moment. All I wanted was to be home, in my soft bed, the warm blanket protecting me from men like the one I left behind. Being called beautiful was never something I was proud of. Men usually forget that I am a human too. A woman, with emotions. Not a toy to be played with, every time they want.

I didn't deserve that, nor that I had a choice. I was forced. I was a victim, but no one treated me like one.

I walked inside my house, quietly, hoping not to wake my parents up. I went upstairs in my room and headed straight into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and I hated everything I saw. Pale cheeks, pale lips, tired eyes with huge eyebags. My hair was a mess and my skin felt like a second cloth right now. It didn't feel like I owed it, more like I needed to take it off in order not to feel dirty anymore. I stepped in the shower and turned it on. The hot water hit my face and I smiled. I missed this feeling of warmth. My body finally relaxed and I exhaled deeply and slowly. I used my shampoo that smelled like vanilla and roses, and I scrubbed my body. I needed to take the feeling of his hands, his lips, his seeds off of me. I wanted to feel normal, like a normal teenage girl. But I didn't. While I washed my body, the feeling that made my stomach turn never vanished.

It will always be a part of me, haunting me. His words repeated in my mind, as I lost my focus and I finally let a few tears drop down my cheeks. It wasn't the first time it happened, but this time I couldn't take it anymore. I hated being strong. I hated that I must stay strong so no one would see how broken I am. Sometimes I wish for someone to save me from this cruel life I am forced to live. Someone who would see me as a person, as a woman worthy of love.