Violent times

Becoming me

     Z's pov
     "Please, please let me out!" I heard his footsteps stomping around, then the steel door opening. I had been down here for almost 2 days, they didn't even let me out to go to the bathroom... I'm still naked, pain is radiating through my shoulders. My breathing sped up along with my heart, as he came near me. He sat on my stomach and began to untie my wrists, then my ankles. I whispered, "can I shower sir?" My stomach still hadn't been cleaned off, and it made me want to throw up. He nodded, and handed me the ripped dress. I slipped it on, and held it up, and made my way upstairs to my room.
          I made it to my room without being seen, but I kept my head down anyway. My blond hair began to bother me. I'm tired of looking all bright and happy when I'm not. I looked around in the closet, and found three boxes of black hair dye. I grabbed a black dress with an open back, and headed to the shower. I stood washing myself off for almost an hour. When I got out, I blew my hair dry, and began working on dying my hair. When I was done, the change was drastic. I didn't want to find out how he would react, but I knew I had to. I rinsed my hair in another shower an hour later, and blew my hair dry and straightened it. I loved it, and it was much softer. I did a bit of makeup, a winged eyeliner with a bit of lipgloss. I Had also dyed my eyebrows, and it complemented my face better. I put on some black mascara, and began walking out. My heart raced, as he looked me up and down. He nodded, and said "it looks good." I said "thank you" I looked down, my now black hair swept over my face. He said "do you want food?" I nodded, my chin was quickly jerked up by his fist, an uppercut. I held my mouth as blood fled from it, he said "next time fucking answer verbally, understood?" "Yes sir..." I put my head back down, trying not to look him in the eyes. I walked slowly past him, and guided myself to the kitchen. I put a bunch of things together and began making them. 2 hours later, Shepard's pie, and cookies were made.
          I sat down alone at the table, with the plate of food. I ate it, and I had a second serving. Things were quiet today in the mansion... I heard the front door close, and my head snapped up, but immediately back down when I realized who it was. Kayden stood tall, and walked toward me. He said "stand up." I quickly obeyed, keeping my head down. He grabbed my jaw gently, and pulled my head up to look at him. He was biting his bottom lip, probably thinking about something. He said quietly, "the Black looks good on you baby." "Thank you". I squeaked, and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes, I'm not allowed to hit you right now." I opened them, and he pushed me softly down into my chair. I looked back down, and finished eating my food. I stood up, completely ignoring him.
        I washed my dishes, and walked out of the room. I sat down in the living room, and turned on the tv. I braided my hair, loving the softer feeling. I laughed quietly at something Stewie said on family guy. I jumped, startled, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Your laugh is beautiful". I didn't say anything, but just stared straight ahead, afraid that if I made the wrong move I would be punished.
      His hand lifted, and I heard his footsteps walking away. I got back into the show, and continued to giggle at silly things that were said. I love family guy, it's almost like reality for most families. Not mine...
        I began to doze off, and eventually, fell asleep on the couch.
 
      Dimitri's pov (sorry if I keep fucking the spelling of his name up; I'm always forgetting how I spelled his name.)
        I wish she could understand that I'm in love with her. I wish I wasn't in love with her. The black hair looked much better on her, it made her features softer.
      Her laughs are so beautiful, I wish I never hurt her but she doesn't listen. Part of me thinks I finally broke her, the other part of me thinks she's waiting for the right moment to try and escape, which she will never do. She will fall in love with me one day, she will bear my children, she will stay willingly and I won't have to hold her captive. She won't be my slave, but my one and only.  She's the only one I ever think about, I know she thinks about me, just not in the same way.
        She needs to understand that I love her, so do her brothers. She just doesn't realize that when you don't listen, you are punished. I learned that, why shouldn't she?
         Her giggles died down, and she yawned, and made the cutest noise. She hadn't known I'd been watching her that whole time. She laid down on her side, and soon enough, her breathing evened out. She was so fucking pretty, no, she was gorgeous. I picked her up, careful not to wake her, and carried her to her room. I began to take off her dress, but instead of hurt her, I'm going to try something new. I decided not to rape her while she's unconscious, instead, I would let her do her own thing until she adjusts. Im going to let her chose our wedding date, and what she would wear. I'm going to let her be herself, as long as she obeys me while she's at it.
        I laid her carefully on her bed, and put the blankets over her. I walked out of her room, and closed the door quietly. I went to my office, and began writing her a letter:

   'Zerenah, I want to start over with you, if you'll give me the chance. I want you to know, that I love you. I want you to know that I don't want to hurt you, I never did. I feel awful. Your so beautiful, every little thing about you, your face, your hair, your body... I want you to chose when we have sex, I am giving you the option to chose when our wedding is, since you chose to marry me. I will let you chose your dress, I'll let you chose the theme... I'm only asking for one chance to prove to you that I'm not the monster I seem. I promise you that if you give me that chance to show you, you won't be disappointed. But Z, if you disobey me, you will still be punished, one day I want to trust you enough to let you go out on your own. I don't want to hold you captive. That's up to you. I'm setting new rules, you will follow them with no objections.
Rule one:you may talk around me, but I am still sir to you.
Rule two: you will not argue with me, if you argue or try and fight with me, you will not be allowed to speak unless spoken to again.
Rule three: you will not talk to any other men apart from your brothers and I. You are mine, no one else's.
      I hope these rules are understood zerenah, I expect full cooperation. -truly yours, Dimitri.

      I walked back to her room, and placed the letter on the pillow next to her head.