Once upon a time….Well, it was not that long ago, I am just being dramatic.Okay.Twenty- three years ago, a man by the name Ashton found a baby by the road on his way from the market. Now, don’t be fooled by the name, the man was anything but decent. He was a hard worker, I will give him that. He had just had one of the longest days selling desks and chairs in his tiny shop, if we can even call it that.In his right hand was his bag, heavy with his working tools. In his left hand and over his shoulder was the chair he had been working on since afternoon.It had not been a good day. Life was hard and harsh in the southern region of Kuala town. The days were long and hot while the nights were short and also hot. Rivers were drying up from the draught that plagued the land. Forget about decent jobs, everyone had a hustle they were pushing to get by but even that could not get them decent food and clothes on their bodies.Imagine the irritation Ashton felt when he heard that intense wa
FLAVIA’S P.O.VPlop….. Plop…..Plop….A door opened.My head was hanging over, my hands bound by ropes laced with just a little bit of silver to keep me weak but not to the point of death.Ashton and Wendy wouldn't want me dead, now would they? How would they afford the new house they bought ? How would they eat the food they ate if not for me ?In my eyes, they were supposed to be worshiping me. I made them, I made them what they were at that point.A chuckle rumbled from my chest but instead of it pouring from my mouth, a fit of coughs exploded with blood pouring out.My body suddenly shook, shivering deep to the bone.I was cold, I was so cold.My head picked up, or tried to but instead, I lolled back with my back and neck aching in a way I never thought it would. I was not a stranger to pain, pain was my companion, it reminded me that I was still alive, that I was a living creature too.Instead of the chuckle that had roared so powerfully slipped out a few tears. I felt them roll
The door swung open. I could hear it creak, cheat asses, no matter how much money they had, still buying cheap things. You can never take a pig out of shit, I guess. My head hung low and you would think I was unconscious but I was there. I could hear everything, counting thirteen hearts just that moment. I knew the number would multiply as the day passed.They talked to each other, laughter heard echoing all through the dark halls built for nothing but wickedness.They had left their soul mates, left their children to come and get a piece of me. I should have been gloating. I brought old men, all across town to come and have some fun in their pathetic lives.I was sure they stayed up all night dreaming of the minute they would walk through my door. I was sure it tickled them so much they even dreamed about it. I was sure it was all that filled their heads as they bent over their mates and fucked them. Their lives were that pathetic, so pathetic, beating up a young girl was all the ex
If that had just been the first two, how do you think I was half way through? How do you think I was as the day drifted by, not frightened by my loud screams and cries? The sun had continued shinning wherever it was and all outside had patiently and happily waited for their turn to add to my pain.The only relief I had found was when Roaster had found me too weak to even stare at him. He always found it more fun when I kicked back, always found it more pleasurable when I was able to spit out my insults to him. We always had a good time, his life was too much of a shit, never lacking of what I would spout to him.His session had been paid but he had not tortured me. He had told them to bring me down which they did. I had fell down like a sack of potatoes, crying even harder because it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done to me. See how bad my life had been, literally crying out because someone did not torture me. What had I become?I wept so hard, thinking I would get tired but I
How long had I waited for that smile. I let it spread, felt it pull from deep inside me.I watched him frown, his hold on me tightening.My throat was cleared, licking my lips and probably leaving them blooded.“ They want to whore me out Brandon.” Even that had taken too much of me but his deep frown had been worth it.“ You might have broken me or so you claim, whatever makes you sleep but that is all you will have. Someone else will truly claim the crown you have bestowed on yourself. Someone will truly do to me what you have been failing to do all these years, truly break me apart from inside out.” I spoke the words, each coming out with much energy than the last. I spat them out, blood sprouted on his face. I watched him shake. I saw the emotions run through him and I thought he would shutter.How sweet it was though, it was worth every ounce of energy I had poured on him.My body was roughly pushed back, my head hitting the wall and leaving it ringing.The laugh poured from me n
It was the first time, since I was dragged down, being upstairs. My head turned left and right seeing the house I had built for these disgusting people with my blood, tears and sweat. I was so angry I wanted to burn it all down but not the time. I had to get away.My feet turned, running around until I saw a window, running through it with the pain wasted on me as I jumped into the night.Vampires were creatures that never slept. They could but they did not need to thus some just liked wondering about at night. I knew I would be caught one way or another but if that happened, I would go down fighting. My eyes scanned all around, seeing so many vampires already making their way to the house.I was scared, a new neighborhood to which I never grew up in, never walked out and explored its twists and turns thus I was going in blind. As stubborn as I was, it was time to hand over the rails.I ran as fast as I could. I did not know if it was wise turning into a wolf in front of so many vampi
All my life I had danced with the devil and each time he took charge and stirred me to every direction he wanted me at.You ask me where hell was and I would point to the very life we were living in, going through life as if we were in control when we were far from it. All my life even breathing had come with consequences, everything coming at a price with hell to pay after it.You think you know pain, thinking you had hit its rock bottom with life stubborn to prove to you that you could never understand the cruelty of the world and I understood just that night that my pain, my suffering had no bounds.That night I knew that no matter how much you try, if you are not anointed from birth then there was nothing for you. I learned when I was young that if someone hated you, nothing you could do or say would change their perspective of you. You could never make someone love you, you could never make someone care.And I could never beg enough for the heavens to forgive me for whatever crim
My body shot up and slid off the chair I was in as fast as I came into consciousness. My eyes went over to the floor seeing that I was in something that was moving. My heart was at my throat instantly, my eyes falling on my person feet and I nearly dead.When had I shifted back? How long had I been out? The sunlight had me guess many many hours.My head shot back up, fearing all they had done to me while I was unconscious. My body had taken much sleep, my wounds closed up yet still bruised and battered with my skin blue-black all over.I did not even look up to see who was sitting opposite me as I threw my punch so fast they had not seen it coming. It connected with a face, pulling out a groan as arms came holding me from every direction.“ Let me go you stupid some of a bitches before I slit your throats!”I threw my elbow as it connected with a stomach, my head tipping back hard to hit a face and my foot stomping on another.I groaned, my teeth meeting a wrist. I bit so hard until b