It wasn't supposed to be like this. With my back pinned against the wall and my hands above my head, tears spilling from my eyes as he took me over the edge once again.
" You're a mystery, Sarah." I sob out, my breasts bouncing from each of his thr...
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" Harder."
" What are you, a little boy?"
" I don't see any blood."
My muscles shake from adrenaline as I hit the punching bag harder. Blood trickles from my knuckles, they scream in pain, but I push through and continue hitting with all my strength.
Father watches me, circling me to observe my form and stance. Sweat beads down my forehead, my eyes burning from keeping them wide open. My mouth is dry from the dehydration of not drinking water the entire day. Blood coats my knuckles, mouth, and nose.
Every inch of my body is yelling at me to take a break, but I ignore it due to father's angry gaze on mine. I continue pushing myself to my limits, just like father wants.
It doesn't matter that I might faint, it doesn't matter that I'm probably just beating myself to death.
As long as father is happy.
I go to take another hit on the punching bag when a glimpse in the window catches my attention, dragging me out of my thoughts for the first time in a few hours.
I falter as I see Ayla freeze as she watches me before quickly scurrying away.
Hoping father didn't see the momentary interaction, I continue to hit the punching bag and fight it with all my might. If anything, seeing Ayla fuels my fire deeper to satisfy father so that he can keep us safe.
Keep Ayla safe.
I keep going at it for what feels like a few more hours until father finally let's me go. Numbly, I wash myself and change into new clothes as I yet again, tend to my wounds that have never healed.
As soon as there is a wound, it only ever rips or scars, but never heals. Father wouldn't allow that, he likes to see the pain on my body so that it fuels my fights.
Alone in my room, I'm silently bandaging my wrists when a soul shattering scream breaks the silence.
Screams are normal in this house, but not this one.
No, this one was Ayla's.
Immediately, I run out of my room and down the stairs to where the scream was from. The sight that greets me makes my heart stop beating.
Ayla is in the arms of a man who is forcefully dragging her away.
The adrenaline and fear is back in my body, my hands fisting on my sides. Still, I stay calm to not anger father and calmly speak, " Father, what is happening?"
He merely gives me one of his smiles as he walks behind me and pats my back, " This, son? This is me taking away the last weakness in your life."
