ProlougeA Chapter by ♪Kinnixk ♫
I’ve only known betrayal, abandonment, darkness, and excruciating pain in my life.
I know I’m alone. Something only needs to shift slightly and my world explodes in red flashes and becomes my worst nightmare. My creator- a Vampire, just like myself- punishes me. He says I deserve it even when I am chained against the wall whenever I am alone. After all the slashes and whips of pain he swears he won’t do it again, and that swear only lasts until my next beating. He tells me to not be afraid.
But I am. Somehow I did something to push him over the edge. If I utter one soft word it recoils back on me. Those beatings happen almost every day- sometimes every hour. On those days I am free from his controlling hand I starve and that isn’t saying much.
I blink sleepily as I awake again in the cold blackness. Light does not exist for me. My stomach growls yet again for the twentieth time in an hour. I hear footsteps to my right. He’s home again. The door slams open, shattering my hope of getting off easy today. I feel his hand stroke through my dirty hair and I shake out of pure fear.
"So beautiful," he whispers and I smell whiskey in his breath, "I'm sorry."
I whimper softly, tears streaking down my face. He hushes me, “This will be the last time I do this. But someone has to pay.”
It won’t stop; it won’t ever stop. It never had. I sense lust and anger in between his words. I throw my head back trying to free myself from his hand but he is too strong. He’s always been stronger than me. The chains restrict my arms and they lay useless on the ground, unable to protect myself.
“It’ll all be over soon,” I felt the rags I wore being ripped off into shreds. I shake uncontrollably now because I knew what was happening next.
“No,” I mumble pathetically. I pull away and he grabs my upper arm and yanks me against him. “N-no.” His canines slip down as he bites into my neck and starts drinking. Purple dots cloud my vision, the only other color here besides black and red. I feel my life draining slowly then darkness returns, as it had so many times before.
© 2012 ♪Kinnixk ♫
Added on May 5, 2012
Last Updated on May 5, 2012
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