Maybe It's Ok... {King Dice X Abused! Reader}

Beatings.

It's been about 1 week since the Devil planned for me to leave my place and move to his casino. I have no idea why he was being so nice to me, but at this point, I don't care. It's an escape from this place. I don't even care if he wants my soul in exchange to stay there; I would do anything at this point. I was cleaning up around the house when my mind started to wonder away and I found myself thinking about the people the Devil were talking about in our 3 hour long chat.
'King Dice... sounds odd.'
I was continually contemplating who this "right-hand-man" of the Devil's was. It was actually quite fun to think about what all of these mysterious people looked like. How they sounded, looked, and how kind they are was a complete mystery. The one he most talked about was the King Dice fella. I mean, he sounded a little arrogant. C'mon. When you put "King" in the front of your name, you can kinda tell their personality. But hey, I'm not judging. What if that's just his name? Beats me.
To be honest, I'm kinda scared to meet them all. What if it's the exact same as it is here? What if it's worse there? What if they don't like me? Thoughts kept swarming my head until I pushed them back.
'No. It can't be worse than here. Besides, the Devil described them as nice. (For some of them) It can't be that bad."
I finished up the dishes then went to dusting; the BEST part. Ok, I'm lying. I hate dust with a passion. If you blew dust in my face, I would curse you out. That's how much I hate it. Anyways, I kept thinking about what the other employees at the Devils Casino would look like. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even notice my Dad get home. I continued dusting until he pushed me to the side, making me drop a glass bowl I was holding. I looked down at the ground to see the Devils hand and a gloved hand holding it. Timidly I took it and place it back, shaking the two hands before the portal sealed shut.
'Who was that other person? So many of his employees where white gloves! That's part of their uniform.'
I continued dusting, grateful that my dad didn't beat me to a pulp over a broken bowl. I was nearly done before my dad shoved me once again, making me fall the the ground.
"You fuckin' retard. You forgot to put the dish washer on, you slut. God, why do I have you here anyways?" He spoke, obviously drunk.
I laid there as he kicked me and threw his empty beer bottle on me, making it shatter and the glass pierced my skin. I cried silently, wanting it to be over. I wish someone were here to help me...

Anyone.
I was then forcefully pulled to my feet then slammed back to the ground, my head hitting the hardwood. My vision was blurry and all I could hear was the sound of a lighter turned on. I soon smelt the smoke of a cigarette oddly close to me. I looked up for a split second to catch a glimpse of him burning my skin with it. I screamed out of agony and tried to get away, but he held me down and continued.
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Someone
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Please help me.

❤️Hope you guys liked this chapter! I'll be posting the next one either tomorrow or later tonight. It's GETTIN GUD. See ya lovelies!❤️