Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

The Truth (Warning: Violence!)

TW: This chapter will include lots of various types of violence. I'm not going to go into detail, I only describe the view out of 'your' perspective, how 'you' feel, 'your' thoughts and how 'you' experience(d) this. If you're not okay with that, please skip this chapter - if you want I'll write a short conclusion in the next chapter? :)

Photos of me. Full body shots of me.. an adult me.

My body.. It's full of bruises.. Cuts and some other violet spots

Ropes had been tied around.. My ankles, my wrists and ..even my stomach.. - oh..shit

My stomach started twisting at that sight.

Why am I only wearing a.. Bikini or underwear?

And why is my expression telling me that I do not want this.. It's so lifeless.. dull and.. dead.

Where has all my happiness gone..?

Shit there are even bruises all over my face..

These photos creeped me out endlessly, knowing that something had been done to me without me approving of it.. Or at least that's what my heart told me because it sped up immensely.

Of course, it had to get worse, though.

Those photos were followed by literally naked shots of me - a slightly younger me - with some dudes completely groping me. And that was only the beginning.

My stomach was feeling incredibly sick by now.

Oh my god.. Why am I..- what are they- .. I'm crying and they're smiling..

I knew exactly where these photos were going and the more photos I looked at, the more I was unfortunately proven to be right.

My hands started shaking.

They're..all over me.. Their thi-.. Urgh.. what the hell..

Why are they doing this.. It's so clear to see that I don't .. - just.. No.

Why is no one stopping them!?.. Where is Renji all the sudden? Where did he go?!.. How did he get ahold of these photos and why does he own them..

Out of curiosity I turned the photo around just to see a not-so-messy handwriting:

"Troy's bitch. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), 16y old."

Oh my god..

These bastards.. Those disgusting creatures..

Tears started threatening my eyes - the thought of being.. Misused, abused like that scared me. It was something no woman should have to experience.

So after that indescribable non consensual scene followed more very similar photos with the same set up: a naked me and some random disgusting dudes.

You can literally see my happiness fade away.. Just as much as my will to fight against it..

Why did ..- why did they do that..

One photo really caught my eye. I was covered in blood, perhaps wounded, full of bruises and my eyes were closed. That was the only photo including blood - thankfully.

I.. I look.. Like a corpse.. So dead..

The longer I stared at it, the sicker I began to feel.

Suddenly my head started hurting like hell again, just like it did before.

And within another second I started having a flashback.