Y/n has just moved in with her high school sweetheart Caspar Lee( he isnt a youtuber in this btw, just a normal hooman bean) and couldnt be happier. Even if that means blocking out her brother and his best friend.
But her happiness goes away sudden...
I wake from another dreamless sleep, hoping that yesterday was all a dream. This the routine ive gotten into as ive fallen asleep each time.
I cant say each night, i dont know when its night or not.
My stomach growls really loud but i pay no attention to it. The hunger pains are washed out by the physical pains. The bruises that litter my skin are blue, purple, and even some yellow
I, again, take no notice for it is the same as it was the time before.
The door swings open and Caspar walks in with a bag, and some clothing draped over his arm.
He comes towards me and i bow my head in submission, just like every other time he has come in.
I feel him untie me as he forcefully bites out the words "get up"
I attempt to stand but my now stick thin legs refuse to hold me up. He growls in anger and drags me up, half carrying me to the bathroom and sitting me on the toilet.
He takes off my clothes and has me sitting there naked, but i take no notice and no care to it. I just think of how good my life was before i moved to London. Before i fell in love with d...
My thoughts are pushed aside when im picked up and put into the tub. Warm water moves over my legs and part of my torso, soothing all my aching muscles. Caspar roughly starts to clean me. I wince a little when he presses down on one of my newer bruises
"shut up" he angrily snaps, which follows with a blow to my head.
"yes sir" i mumble
I bow my head as he washes and rinses my hair. Soon enough, he finishes and picks me up from the tub and dries me off.
Then he puts fresh underwear and a bra on me. Not that it fits but at least its something clean.
He hands me a couple of bottles of foundation that is my shade, the color that will cover up my totally hot look of sunlight deprivation and malnourishment, and a beauty blender. I look at him confused
"cover all your" he grimaces, his face contorting in disgust " your bruises and nasty marks."
I do as he says and about 15 minutes,2 bottles of foundation, and a crap ton of setting spray later, im done.
"Good" he says looking me up and down "now for your hair" he sits me in front of a mirror and i see myself properly for the first time in a long while
"wow' i mutter to myself, forgetting I shouldn't speak. Good thing he didn't notice.
My hair has grown really long, longer than i thought. My dyed hair, now blonde with patches of pale pale pink, is from my shoulders down to my mid back and brown from my roots to my shoulders.
All of a sudden i hear a snip and see through the mirror that Caspar has cut a chunk of my blond/lightly colored hair off. He continues to cut until my hair is an even, shoulder length, and all brown.
He harshly puts light blush and mascara on me and then picks up the clothes he brought in. Its a blue dress. He gently puts the dress on me and then some (really high) black heels
*le clothing my dudes*
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