My War Scarred Heart

Chapter 5

Tw: Mentions of Sexual Assault/  Depictions of Sexual Assault 

I start to hyperventilate as I feel his hand creep up and touch my breast, his other hand taking off my barely there bra and shirt.

I don't fight his hands, knowing he'd over power me in a second. Instead, I count the seconds, waiting till he stops.

He takes my bra off quicker than I ever can, making me wonder how many other poor girls he's done this too. My eyes shut as I start to move in and out of reality.

My mind moves out through my head and I feel like I'm just watching myself, like I'm not really there, but I'm still not gone.

I can still feel his clammy hands on my body, but it's not my body.

I'm just watching his blue hands move up and down my body, trying to get me to react. I don't give him the satisfaction even as he traces my thighs, his hands trailing places they should never be.

I keep quiet as long as I can but as his hand moves closer to my intimate area I can't hold on anymore, I start to slap and punch him again, fighting like a rabid dog.

He pins me down quickly, ripping my shirt into pieces and tying my hands with it then shoving a different piece in my mouth as a makeshift gag.

I whimper trying to get the gag out of my mouth. It's stretching my jaw and it hurts like hell, I can't breathe as the snot and tears roll down my face.

My nose fills completely and it's like I can't breathe at all. Like I'm breathing but not receiving any air.

Slowly, my body stops thrashing going still due to the lack of oxygen. My vision gets spotty and starts to blur.

His hands are still roaming my body, as the world starts to fade away. Eventually, it fades totally into the dark.

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When I come to, I'm completely naked and my bottom half aches, there's dried liquid on my legs.

I don't want to see what it is.

I don't think I could if I wanted to, my body hurts too much. I'm sitting in the back of the carriage, I look up and see the dark elf staring at me.

I scramble back gasping in pain. "P-please don't touch me again." I beg almost sobbing.

"Don't worry," he assures me calmly, "we're almost at the castle. There, you're the kings' not mine."

He starts to chuckle, it starts off quiet but just gets louder and louder, until we hit a bump on the road and he very ungracefully falls off his seat to the floor.

His face lands by my feet, giving me the urge to kick his ugly face right where it hurts.

So.... I do.

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It's been a couple of hours since I woke up.. again. This time I stay awake for real.

I'm in my connecting bathroom, the white floors, walls, and sinks are overwhelmingly bright. When I felt well enough to eat, Ángels brings me some chicken broth and a small piece of bread.

She also informed me that my dad had received a letter from the king today. He had a proposal for my father and would be joining us for dinner.

So, that brings us to now. I'm in my bathroom getting ready for the king to come to dinner.

Normally, I wouldn't be permitted to be at the same table as the king, just another thing women can't do.

That leads me to think that the king wants something with me, considering he had specifically requested I be at the dinner table, next to him, in only the finest garments, which he kindly sent along for me.

The pessimistic side of me is scared that the king wants me to join him in his castle, but the more idealistic side of me, thinks maybe my dad convinced him that I am worth as much as a man is.

However slim that chance is, I hold on to it, as if it's a key to the world I want more than anything.

Anyways, I'm covering my dís-colored skin, (vitiligo) normally I don't care, but the king finds it repulsive. I'm already dark-skinned, a woman, but I also have to have even weirder skin.

So, while I cover up the lighter parts on the front of my body, Angela gets the back. Normally, there wouldn't be a lot to cover up because my clothes would do it, even if they are meant for showing me off, they're at least covering most of my lighter skin.

But, the clothes the king sent me are more like lingerie. When my dad saw them, I watched him try to suppress a scowl and a gasp of disbelief and the audacity the king had to send them, but he couldn't show it around the servants as some of them might report him.

So, here we are, when I finish putting the makeup and barely there clothes on, I look in the mirror and let out a small gasp. Yes, I look beautiful but I'm very uncomfortable in the clothes.

The shimmery gold fabric brings out the purple in my eyes, but it also shows almost all of my breast's. The deep cut makes me wanna just pull it up over and over. The back is the same, low cut and cropped severely.

I don't want to wear this in front of my family, and definitely not in front of the king. My dad had never forced me to wear anything, especially not like this.

I start to cry the tears streaming down my face. I still have a patch of hidden fabric covering my wound on my stomach, it's no longer hidden though these clothes really leave nothing to the imagination.

Even the skirt is extremely tight, so when I get up I have to waddle everywhere like a penguin. The skirt is a shimmery gold too, also super short, it might even be the skimpiest thing I've ever worn and I hate it.

As someone who normally steals their brothers clothes and wears baggy shirts and pants this is very different for me.

I'm waddling around my room in the heels that were sent as well, they're horrible by the way, almost 6 inches of heel. I can barely walk in them, so I'm stumbling around and I've almost fallen multiple times. Luckily, I only fell once for real.

Angel looks at me with pity in her eyes, as if she's trying to comfort me by just using her eyes.

I start to get used to it as I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in." I say loudly.

My dad enters and says somberly, "it's time." 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This first part was a little hard to write for me, but it ended up helping me cope with some stuff! Please remover to vote, comment, and add to your library if you enjoyed! Have a good day/night! 

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