Discover Soulmate: Taisla's Wrath (On Hold)

Broken Relationships

Third Person

Rolling her head back, Frankie's eyes fluttered, open her vision slightly blurred. It took a few blinks before everything fell into place. Her lungs burned from the air her father released on her the past few days. It felt like she was stuck back in her house again, being endlessly tortured with little two no breaks.

At the end of her finger was a machine draining the blood from her body. Slowly but surely, her father was planning her demise. Her veins were protruding from her hands as they continuously shook from the lack of nutrition. She would be lucky if her father gave her even a drip of water, but at this point, she wished he would put it end to it.

Her father explained his plan concerning Frankie for the week. It was a bit hazy in her mind since she was coughing out blood every second. Her thighs were covered in dry blood and little blood clots that were discharged from her. Frankie's father planned to drain Frankie of her magic, and if everything failed, he would have to choose the ultimate decision.

To kill her.

"This might hurt my little Frankstein but it's for the greater good," he said, setting the machine at two hundred watts.

He had connected her chair to electric wires planning to electrocute her and fill her mind with the terrors of being a witch. Stimulating her mind might be the only thing left for her father to try since everything else had failed. He pulled the lever allowing the electricity flowing towards Frankie's body causing her to rock and scream.

"No! Please! Stop!" Frankie cried, her whole body turning into slush. "Please stop!" her forehead creased as tears poured from her eyes.

After twenty seconds, her father yanked the lever up allowing Frankie a few minutes of peace. She cried, regretting all the decisions that lead her to this very moment. Did she deserve this? Was the magic sweeping through her veins turning her evil? No! She can't fall apart and let him win.

"Please, I don't even use my powers. I don't want to be a witch," Frankie pleaded.

"If you don't want to be one then you should be okay with me doing this," he said, strolling towards her and give her head a small pat.

"It's not my fault. I didn't ask for this," Frankie muttered, trembling underneath her father's touch.

"I'm saving you from yourself," her father stated, feeling a great sense of pride flowing through him.

He stormed towards the lever pulling down without another thought. Frankie's scream filled the room, sweat dripping down her body. "Maybe if every time you use your powers I inflict pain then within time, you would repress it," he explained his logic.

"It's impossible," Frankie yelled before her father switched the lever upwards. "You can't change who I am, Daddy," she sobbed, her bottom lip quivering like her hands.

"Yes, I can and I will," he answered. "Just remember the feeling," he warned, turning the lever back down.

"No, No, No, No, No!" She screamed, her mouth agape in anguish.

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Hours passed of constant abuse leaving Frankie in a defeated state. She stared at the floor, her breaths shallow. Every inch of her body ached with pain, the burns on her body fresh from the recent electrocution. Her skin was practically tearing apart from the burns, allowing a good chunk of skin to shine through.

"You know the moment your mother told me about her background and what that meant for you. . . I cried for hours," he sighed, laying his head on the concrete wall.