She Is Not Her

CHAPTER 7

THIRD PERSON'S POV:

She was standing in the middle of the dark room with her head bent low.

Her heart was beating so fast as if she just stopped after running a mile. The weather was cool yet she was sweating furiously, Her knees shaking.

She was scared.

Her fear increased as the creaking sound of the old door fell on her ears. She did not dare to look up, her eyes were cast down. She already knew who it was.

The man she feared the most, the man who has been abusing her since she was a kid, the man who always found a sadistic satisfaction to see her body covered with red and blue marks, the man who destroyed her mother's life, the man who destroyed her life.

The man she used to refer as 'father'.

She didn't dare to look up. According to him looking into his eyes means considering ourselves of his level.

She had faced the consequences of doing so many times and would never want to face them again.

Soon she felt a tight smack on her face and the force had her fall on the ground with a loud thud.

"Ahh..", she winced in pain as he snaked his fingers in her locks and pulled them hard, almost ripping them off the roots.

"You won't ever learn your lesson you little bitch", he growled at her face and slapped her again.

"I told you never, never ever take your real name let alone address yourself as my daughter", he screamed again.

"I.. I didn't. He he.. he Ahh.. he asked me my name", she managed to say.

"He was not your lover that you would talk with him about your whereabouts. He was a mere customer who paid to fuck you", the cruel truth was again slapped on her face. She couldn't help but cry hearing those words.

"Another mistake, just another mistake from your side and ...... Well, you know what would happen then", he added the last sentence with a smirk on his face.

"Dad please I...", her words were stopped by another slap, this one hard enough to tear her lip.

"Don't you fucking dare call me dad. I am not your dad you bitch", she was not surprised by his words as they were familiar to her.

"You will be punished for this", he says while leaving her hair.

With that, he walks out of the room leaving her in the hell hole but not before sending two men to 'punish' his daughter.

All this just because she didn't hide her identity.

Just because she dared to take her real name 'Andrea Cranford'.

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ADRIA'S POV:

It's been two weeks after that day. My back is 'almost' fine now but I couldn't help but cry when I see those ugly scars in the mirror.

If you are wondering then my answer is yes. Yes, I tried to escape at any chance I get but I was never given a chance.

The door is always kept locked from outside. It only opens when Augustus or the maids come with my food.

And I never even thought of fighting any of them to leave the house as I was not in the state to fight.

Satan never visited me after that day and I am more than happy that he didn't.

Augustus would visit me every now and then, cracking lame jokes yet making me laugh. He was the only person who talks to me.

The maids who attend me won't utter a word, they would just listen to whatever I say. The feared the master of this house.