Live Like Them *Book 1*

//1// Freya

I collected the memories from the last couple of years, shuddering at the thought of their touch. Even with my unstable thoughts, I was somehow calm enough to stumble to my feet, leaving the bed of the diabolical freak. I wish that night years ago that I had just listened to my sister and stuck to the path that I was used to.

As I saunter over to the bathroom in pain, watching my tears fall from my cheek one by one, I gather my clothes that remain on the ground. Not even wanting to look back at that bed, I enter the bathroom and splash my face with the refreshing water, feeling the warm morning sun through the bars on the windows.

I reached my hand out for the bars, feeling like a prisoner in my 'own' home. I remembered the day when he first came into my room, I remembered the first time that he hit me and the first time that he made me tremble. I felt all the words flood through my head, the constant whispers of fear they tried to brainwash me with.

For a while I thought everything they told me was true after a while reality began to hit me when they invited a group over; They hoped that they had messed with my head enough that I would just stay quiet for the time that they were there. For about 20 minutes while the unknown people were in the house, I was simply standing in the corner, swaying back in forwards as the ache in my legs intensified as the hours passed. 

I stood in the same position for most of the day, they said it was my punishment for the earlier 'escape' attempt. I had tried to poison them, I snuck some rat poison that they had in the shed into their breakfast after they had smelt the chemicals, I was caught instantly.

For years I had tried to escape, I had tried to steal their keys and even kill them. It seemed that they were very used to having people try and escape from the place. I let the water drip off my face as I thought about how escape attempt number 14 was going to go.

My reflection was a blur, the emotionless face that stared back at me was unrecognizable, the bruises that covered my face made my skin a dark scheme of blues and purples. I flinched when I went to feel the bruises, they stung by my cold touch. My entire body was deprived of fat and muscle, just skin and bones stared back at me in the mirror, the alien-like figure was haunting.

As I finished washing away the blood on my body, I prepared myself to face the monster that lurked on the other side of the door. I inhaled deeply, sucking in the humid air that lingered in the bathroom. The white tiles were stained with blood both mine and other girls who had been victimized. I closed my eyes and opened the door, breathing in the bitter air. The stuffy hot room was filled with two beds, one for me and my 'master' and for the other girl who is with me now.

She is my only friend, we have tried to escape together but it's hard when you are being monitored 24/7 and not even allowed to communicate with each other properly. I watched as Violet and her 'master' awake from their slumber, his arm wrapped tightly around her to keep her from escaping his grasp.

It wasn't before long that I had noticed that my 'master' was standing right in front of me, possibly to punish me for getting up without telling him so. I was so caught between trying to live a normal life and living as a whole. 

"What are you doing out of bed?" He sternly asked. I was too timid to look him directly into his deep brown eyes so I looked at the ground, avoiding any kind of contact with him. I was shivering as the cold breeze made its way through the bars of the windows, my grey nightgown reaching my knees. I felt like a little girl again wearing it, it was what they liked me and Violet to wear, they wanted us to be as uniform as possible. They even straightened out Violet's curls so that we would both be matching.

He suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing our eyes to meet and snapping me out of my daydream. I trembled at the grin that he wore upon his face like he wanted to torture me. "I'll ask one more time." He began as he licked his lips like a deranged animal. "What were you doing out of bed? You aren't supposed to be up until everyone else is up as well. " He smirked at me. 

His eyes were deep and full of hatred, I couldn't even bear to look at him for any longer than a couple of seconds so I tried my best to pull my head out of his grasp. His hands were like bear hands, they were twice the size of my face and them and were like balls of iron. "I-I just wanted to clean myself up," I replied in a stutter, trying my best not to piss him off.

"What do you say?" 

"M-Master."

"Without the stutter."

"Master."

I struggled to even keep a straight tone when he was breathing down my neck, probably planning on how he was going to torture me this time. He brushed his dark hair out of his face and suddenly the bother was awake, forcing Violet to her feet and out of the bedroom. "I'll let you off the hook just this one time. Get down there and help Violet make breakfast." He demanded. As I stumbled away, my body aching from the night before and followed Violet down the stairs and to the kitchen.

I began to slice up the bacon and cracked open the eggs, their tough shell shattering at the force of the shell to the bench. I began to cook yet another meal, Violet quietly humming away to herself as she prepared the pancakes she was going to make for her 'master. I overheard that his name was Elijah, I couldn't be too sure though since it was when Violet and I were supposed to be cleaning the rooms of blood.

I was almost certain that they would kill us if we addressed them by their real names, I knew for a fact that my 'masters' name was Bellamy. He actually introduced himself to me like a normal person the first day I found myself in here, the only difference was that he told me to call him by 'Master'. It is Me and Violets job to clean up their mess when they are going to kill someone. To put it easier, we were their slaves, forced to do anything that they were too lazy to do. The only places in the house we weren't allowed to go was the one room next to the bedroom, both Violet and I were curious as to what might be behind that enchanting door. 

Even if we got the chance to take a look in there, we would be found out straight away and be punished severely for what we had done. It wasn't our business to poke around, we knew better than anyone else that we didn't want to piss off these guys. As I finished up with breakfast, I watched as both of the brothers climbed down the stairs in almost perfect sync. 

I began to tremble as they ordered me and Violet to present their food to them. " Freya, Violet. Our food." They grumbled. I stumbled over their way as I laid out their food on their plates, making the food look as neat as possible despite the intense unstable shake in my hands.

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