PRIMAL FEAR 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘴 s.u

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

TW: in case some of you have forgotten the trigger warnings at the 'cast' chapter, i'm still doing this ― but in the chapter ahead, there will be very descriptive details of physical abuse and humiliation.

chapter thirteen | lost mind

Lisa weeps to herself as Mark drags her up pairs of stairs until reaching his room, every time she would trip along the way, he would shout at her for it, yanking at her hair and she was sure that at least some part of it had been bleeding. When he opens his doors, he pulls her forward and his feet lands precisely and harshly at her lower back, kicking her to the floor. The female coughs for the oxygen she barely had from the blow she'd received, her head and ears and entire body buzzing from the pain, her sight filled with black and white spectacles from hitting the ground face first.

   The door closed loudly behind Mark as he took a few steps forward to stand behind Lisa, she awaited for his words, to scared to move with the way his eyes watched over her like an eagle, looking for some sort of mistake he could pick on. "... Stand up." Said the male, firmly and almost sardonically. "Come on, stand up!" The Thai female's knees were in so much pain from all the tripping she did on their way here that they had barely even found the strength to stand, she used her elbows to support her first, then sitting on her heels and slowly standing up but with a single push of his feet, Mark has her back to the floor harshly. Lisa hadn't let out a sound, digging her teeth into her lower lip to drown them and feeling the metal taste of blood that had begun to dribble across her lips. 

"I said, stand up!" He emphasised strongly, only this time, kicking her square in the stomach, pain spreading through the entire area and it doubled when he did it again, and again, and again, the girl openly crying at the torture, her arms only serving purpose to hug herself voice breaking as it asks him to stop ― but Mark is far too indulged in his own mind, barely listening to anything the girl says with the rush of blood that went through his ears as he continued to shout. "Stand up! Are you that fucking useless?! Come on, you're Nichkhun's daughter! You can follow some simple orders like these can't you?!" Lisa had suddenly felt her world darken briefly with the pain that exploded across her face upon the kick Mark sent to her cheek.

   It had felt as if hours had passed, but when she opened her eyes, she knew she was still in the same moment. She felt something warm spurt into the inside of her lips and even down from her nose, the flavor of her blood had taken a heavy flow as it escapes from her nose and gum in her mouth. Numbly, her tongue swipes at her teeth, not even flinching at the horrible aftertaste and continued its track out of her lips, reaching for her upper lips when she felt the rivulets that trickled sideways across her blooming-violet cheek. Her voice barely has the strength to strength when Mark again presses his feet to her face, with his heel rubbing on the purple cheek where it felt sensitive.

   The male mocks her, "Is it that hard to follow orders now? I've only been gone for a few days." Then, Lisa could barely see how his sardonic expression had faltered into a nonchalant one, but from the sudden silence that filled the room other than her short and quick intakes of air, she guessed Mark would suddenly do much worse. Taking his feet off her, he says once last time, "Stand up, and don't make me repeat myself." He took his distance from Lisa, taking a seat at the edge of his bed, lips lined in a straight, apathetic line that transpired no emotion whatsoever. 

   Lisa barely found the will within herself to do so, her eyes moved to Mark, who still stared at her, degrading her, dehumanising her, Lisa felt less than. Albeit, she complied. She did as she was told and slowly began to build herself up from the floor, rolling to the side and going in the same order as before: elbows, sit back on heels and then going up on her knees, using her hands to stabilise herself, her legs still shaking since pain hadn't allowed her to be in full control of her body and that included her balance. The female breathed, she breathed so she could focus, and then when she found it within herself even with the arduous pain that overtook her entire body, she straightened herself whilst facing Mark.