Elleanor met him when she was 12; when her life turned upside down and fate decided to play with her heartstrings. It made her think that Death was indeed following her around, killing everything and everyone she ever considered dear to her.
What sh...
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~TRIGGER WARNING :child abuse, rape and suicide mention.
Elleanor
"I thought I had made myself clear about the face."
"I couldn't hold myself back, her face pisses me off too much," the man chuckled.
"You are kidding me, right?"
"No. I'm definitely not. That girl," he points at me from the other side of the room, "is not human. She cannot be. And the fact that she pretends to be one pisses me off too damn much."
I turn around and face the wall, wrapping my arms around my cold torso. It's freezing in here, and the fact that they would not give me any clothes is just making things much harder for me. Maybe it's because they think I am truly one of their kind - demons do not feel cold so it's not a surprise to see them walking around snow wearing summer clothes. But that's not my case, I am plain human! These stupid demons won't hear me, they never give me a chance to speak up.
"Fuck that, Damien, we cannot ruin the merchandise where people can see it!"
"Do you seriously think the guy will buy her?" Damien speaks up after a silent pause. I turn my head slightly their way, trying to catch anything about this so-called buyer. "We beat her up pretty bad and even like that she wouldn't use her powers."
That's because I am not a demon!
There's another long pause, probably because Carter, Damien's partner in crime, is watching me from the other side of the cold warehouse. "Maybe we were not tough enough to make her show her true colors," he says, and I shiver when listening to the malicious tone of his words.
"What do you propose?" Damien approaches the cage, making me spin around and shuffle even closer to the wall behind - as if it was even possible. The cold concrete touches my bare skin, scratching the already fresh open wounds on my back made by the whipping session from earlier that week. "Easy, bitch," he spits out and I flinch.
I never take my eyes off the disgusting man crouching near my cage, preparing myself for any kind of movement he performed my way. Carter's footsteps echo in the room and soon he is standing next to his friend, looking down on me with a sick grin.
They are going to do it again. Dread fills me and a shiver runs down my back from the thought. My skin crawls with disgust, the wounds on my back are long forgotten in contrast to the fear of reality. My body is shaking uncontrollably, and this time it's not from the cold.
"You know," Carter licks his lips, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight with lust and excitement. "I enjoyed my time with the bitch a few days ago. Did you enjoy it too, Damien?"
The other man chuckles and nods enthusiastically at that. "Hell yeah, brother. She was tight and hot inside, perfect for my cock to be buried inside."
