In The Enemies Arms

Tied Down

CLARA 

It was 10am an the place was silent, I was always a early riser. It was the only time of day I got peace and quiet, where I could hear myself breathe as a reminder of me still living. I dressed in some clothes and went downstairs ready to eat some breakfast. The clothes I mostly owned was from club whores or from small pieces I was able to collect when I successfully had snuck out. 

I descended the stairs, seeing the main room trashed with bottles and clothes. Bikers. I hissed to myself, they repulsed me, they made my skin crawl. They were not good people. They preyed on the weaker ones and took advantage of them. They rode on their bikes and harassed locals, I could never be one of them. I was different. 

I entered the kitchen, and quickly grabbed breakfast. I had a structured day. I would come and eat breakfast whilst everyone slept, eat lunch whilst the men were at church and dinner when they would go out on the town. I quickly grabbed a green apple, whilst pouring milk into my bowl full of cereal. 

Checking the coast was clear I ascended the stairs and back to my room. Once the door was finally open I sighed in relief. No one had spotted me thankfully. I sat on my bed, my phone in hand and scrolled through social media. my life used to be normal when I lived with my mother, I went to school and I done very well in it, but when the state dumped me off at my fathers all of that stopped. I resided in this clubhouse and was passed around like a used dish cloth. Everything I had I had to work for, I sent months saving up for my iPhone. When my mother was dying she told me about a sum of cash she had saved for me so I could get by. She knew my father was a dead beat son of a bitch and deep down she knew I would fall into his grasp. 

At one point my parents were in love, two young people who adored each other, before my father became hungry for blood, drugs, money and lust. He cheated endlessly on my poor mother and he even got her pregnant. His endless physical and emotional abuse drove her away from him on the outskirts of town. There she resided and brought up her only child. Me. Clara Arslan. 

My mother was Turkish and my father Russian. I took most of my fathers looks such as his brown hair, straight nose and slim face but I inherited my mothers figure, deep brown eyes and complexion whereas my father had lively blue ones. 

After eating my breakfast, I got changed into some gym wear and decided to head down to the old gym in the basement. No one used it, hence why I was always in there. I needed to stay fit plus it gave me a clear mind from daily stress. One day I would be able to use the strength I harboured and break free from this hell 

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I went to the gym, headphones in and started to work out. The heavy sweat dripped down my forehead as I released my anger on to the punching bag. Jagger. My Father. I hit the punching bag with such anger, two men who tormented me every day of my miserable life. They trapped me in a cage, locked me away and clipped my wings. They would pay for such torment.

I was so wrapped up in my boxing session I didn't realise that I was no longer alone. The thumping of Travis Scott in my ears cleared my mind of any other demonic voices, including my own. 'CLARA!' I heard my father scream as he ripped out my earphones. 'I've been shouting your fucking name for minutes you whore!' he bellowed in my face. I stood still, my face blank of emotion. I was good at this now, having so much experience under my belt made this emotionless look easy. 'Get the fuck upstairs we got guests!' he pushed me towards the stair case but not before slapping my ass hard. 

My father didn't care for family relations. He didn't care that I was his daughter. Maybe it turned him on much more that we was related and that I was the forbidden fruit he shouldn't bite. Yet that didn't stop him. My father Lukas 'Voltage'  Volkov, was just that... an over powered Animal. As soon as I arrived he made it his mission to 'taste' me first. I was only 18 when he took my virginity. Months after I arrived he made me his play thing, he humiliated me every way he could. He even made me perform oral acts on him at gun point in front of his fellow bikers but he soon stopped. He bragged to the rest how good I was and that they should all have their fill.. This lead to Jagger claiming me and at the bright age of 21 I was still 'his'