Stigma

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~V pov~

Everytime y/n does something bad, or disobeys me.  I grab the closest thing to me and throw it at her useless body.  And if she cries I hurt her more, until she learns that her sins are gonna be punished. 

~Y/n pov~

V knows I'm delicate and fragile in the inside and out.  He abuses that and hurts me on the daily.  My wounds get deeper and deeper each day.  I have scars up and down my body.  When it comes to facing V I have no courage, and that makes him mad.  Once he broke a glass with his fist and grabbed a piece of glass and  cut my skin.  We watched the blood go down my body and drip onto the floor, creating a puddle that he was sure to make me clean up later.  Every sin is a new scar.  I try and tell someone what's going on but nobody believes me because of his sweet face, only a few girls.  Those girls were the ones before me.  I try and hide my sins but V always finds out and always repeats the words. 

"Your sins can't be erased," as he creates a new scar on my body.  I wish V would kill me, instead of punish me like this.  I try and take my life but he doesn't let me.  He wants me to suffer for my sins.  

"Please, don't hit me. Please don't hurt me," I begged him.   I beg him to forgive me every time  but he never listens.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." I say as I take the beating.

"I'm sorry.."

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