Sequel to Destroyed By Words. MUST READ Destroyed By Words FIRST!
Trapped with her mother, will Carina be able to bear the pain? Will she escape? And if she does, will she be able to get over it?
Put on mature because major violence is included...
-Luv Lyds!! By the way I give the credit of this chapter to CeciMohawk who gave me this brilliant idea.
(CARINA'S POV)
My screams continue, much to Andrea's pleasure. She is so sick. The pain is so agonizing to the point where black spots invade my vision. I receive a blow to the head, and my side before the blackness seize me.
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"Wake up bitch." Andrea's shrill voice screams. "Do you know what day it is?"
I shake my head. She scowls.
"Of course you don't. It's my birthday. I've invited some of my friends over. We're going to have a lot of fun with you." She says.
I groan, knowing that this will be a wonderful day. Please note the sarcasm.
"Oh come on. Why can't you be happy for me?" She pouts, but then smirks. She stays in that position for a while, her smirk forming into a dreamy smile.
"Oh, Carina. You'll be in so much pain today. It will be the best birthday present ever." She sighs, causing me to gulp. She walks to me and roughly uncuffs my red wrists from the pole.
"Get dressed, and make yourself somewhat presentable. Our guests will be over soon." She then turns on her heel, walking out of the room with a faraway look in her eyes.
Once she's gone, I quickly dress and comb my fingers through my hair. My hair is soaked with blood, causing me to gag.
]"CARINA GET IN THE SHOWER. DON'T EMBARRASS ME! I'LL LAY CLOTHES DOWN IN THE BATHROOM!" Andrea yells from somewhere far.
I stand up on shaky legs, walking softly out of the room. I quickly find the bathroom, and strip. I get in the shower and hiss as the hot water comes in contact with my wounds.
C'mon Carina, stay strong.
I finish quickly, and walk out of the bathroom. On the bed lies a slutty maid uniform. It shows cleavage, and barely comes down to my thigh.
She abuses me, and now wants to portray me as a slut?
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(Uniform)
I slowly get the uniform on, wrinkling my nose in disgust. As I dress, I slowly strip myself of my morals.
Andrea walks around the corner. She smirks, knowing I don't want to wear it.
"Perfect. You, Carina, you are our servant. You serve us, and do whatever we want. Don't? We'll have to see." Andrea smiles. She grabs my arms and yanks me to what looks like the living room.
"Go to the kitchen and start making food. Make me a cake, and my favorite plate. Make sure you can feed 10 people, not including yourself. You have 3 hours." She orders. I bow my head, accepting my fate.
