My life is far from a happy life, let alone, even a normal life. After my thirteenth birthday, I was raped, beaten, tortured, and treated like a rag doll everyday of my life. Hell was naturally bad, but once I had met those people, Mastema and Jake, well Hell became worse for me. Not only did Jake throw himself onto me, but Mastema did too. Sometimes he was in the room and just holding the camera.
Yes, a camera, once they had learned I hated sex, they also learned I hate pictures and videos being taken of me. I never did learn what they did with me, I still haven't seen any evidence, I just know they did.
As I got older, my attitude got meaner, my comments got sharper, I got brave with them. However, after every time I got brave with them they always took away the small confidence I gained.
There were times where I was required to sit in Mastema's office well Jake went out and fucked some whores. Understandable, wouldn't want to ruin his sex game that he barely had. Sometimes Mastema would leave me alone well he went out and fucked up some souls, this gave me time.
He always kept a drink on the corner of his desk, a bottle full of Scotch. I had a small bottle of Holy Water and quickly ran to Jake's office to retrieve. I took that bottle and poured all of it in the bottle of Scotch.
You see, Holy water burns to the touch of a Demon and hurts like a fucking bitch when it's swallowed. I was rebellious as I got older, maybe it made the abuse worse, maybe it didn't. It wouldn't have prevented the abuse though. That was the last time I ever pulled anything like that.
That beating was the worse I ever got, it wasn't just a single beating though. I was tied down, face buried in the bed, my shirt and bra completely stripped off of me. They took a demon blade and carved a line down my spine. They went so deep in some areas, they actually carved into my bone.
I was stupid for doing it, but I don't regret it. The only thing I regret is that the blessed water didn't kill the bastard.
I learned to try and not to cry as they did these things to me, but I was just a natural crier. That was their favorite part, my tears streaming down my face.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Chapters of My Ending
Ficción GeneralWhat is a beginning without an end; what is an end without a beginning. What if the beginning was the end? What if my beginning was the beginning of my end? The start of my life was the end of my life.
