Amilia pov:A firm body pressed against me from behind, knowing who it is I lean into the touch more. A hand snakes around my side and pulls me impossibly closer to them."Don't leave." Azrael mumbled half awake. I laughed and snuggled into her deeper."I'm not. Just relax." She sighed and buried her face into my hair. I ran my fingers across her exposed skin, tracing random patterns. I would occasionally run across a scar she had, eliciting a sigh each time. Her body always reacted to me, even when asleep.Resting my head on her chest I listened to her strong heartbeat. Even though my body was relaxed laying here with her, my mind was completely different. It was swirling with thought of what to do soon.I have 3 weeks left before I leave and it's making me nervous. Azrael's been much more affectionate than before, always saying or doing something to please me. I loved that she doted on me but in this case it made me feel guilty.I should distance myself, slowly make it seem as thou
Amilia pov:If azrael is anything, it's stubborn. For the past week she has been doing nothing but trying to get me into the Christmas spirit. We spent the nights out and driving through neighborhoods to look at the Christmas lights.We went Christmas caroling and we hated it, we made gingerbread houses and men, bought presents for the dogs together. We even made cookies and put up some decorations around the house. Now we're getting a tree."Is this necessary?" I groaned as she opened my door for me. She patted my butt and hooked her arm around my shoulder."Yes. A tree is the most important thing we can buy for the holiday." She looked like a little kid with the amount of sparkle in her eyes.Walking through the crowd of people and going down aisles we looked for a good tree. She wanted an actual tree for the house, she said it would be more authentic. I didn't care about shopping for the tree but It was fun watching kids tackle the poor woman. She played and rough housed with them
Amilia pov:I was leaving today…I didn't want to, I hated that I had too, but I must. I laid in bed longer than I should have, wallowing in my shame. As usual Azrael came in and flopped herself on me, cuddling me into her."It's New Year's eve. I'm gonna make it memorable." She sounded so excited. It was the day we're supposed to celebrate our anniversary together.It was early but Azrael couldn't wait, she wanted to do it early and have it be something I'd never forget. I just felt like shit, I wouldn't be here, I would leave and never see her again."I'm sure you will Azy." Kissing her briefly I soak in her scent, burning it into my senses."Tonight we're gonna get dinner, watch the ball drop from the restaurant, then take the getaway. It's gonna be magical!" She gushed, tracing patterns on my skin."Do you think we should… arrive separately?" Her hand stopped, I could practically hear her thinking."Oh, like make it seem like it's a first date?" She craned her neck down to look at
Damien pov:Walking the halls of an old abandoned factory I could hear the muffled sounds of groans and talking. Going closer I bump into Lilith by a door, she looks happier than usual here."Is she in?" I ask, hand ready to open the door."Yeah, she's just letting out some aggression." She smiles and opens it before I can. The muffled sound becomes clear as we step inside.There was a bloody and beaten man sitting in a chair tied down. His name is Garry. He owed us money and Intel on Donny and Greenwood's crew. He has yet to give it or tell us anything, this resulted in torture.Azrael was pummeling his face in, a cold and stern look on her features. It scared me how much she looked like our Father at that moment. Fist after fist connected with his face, each one getting stronger. She was grunting and huffing as she beat him, it was a bit concerning.Going up to her I grab her by the waist and pull her back, she struggles and pushes me off. She looked pissed, blood was splattered on
Amilia pov:It hurt to breathe, I'm sure I had broken ribs from Mike's unpleasant treatment to me. He spent a considerable amount of time beating me, kicking me in my ribs to be factual.It was day, at least I think, they blocked the windows to prevent me from seeing outside. Goons came in and picked me up, removing the restraints as they took me out. I was tossed onto the floor of a kitchen, Mike sitting at the table with a disgusted look."Clean yourself up. It's pathetic." He waved his hand and they dragged me again.I was taken to a massive bathroom and told to clean myself so I didn't reek. It's not my fault I've been locked away for two weeks, covered in blood and... other things. They left and locked the door from the outside so I couldn't escape.Standing on shaky legs I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked skinnier than I prefered. My face held bruises, swollen lips and cheeks, all while covered in dried blood. My body wasn't any better.Not wanting to see myself like thi
Amilia pov:Being stuck here is awful but it has gotten better. The past couple weeks have been nicer than the beginning was.I was to stay in my room or the library, no in-between. A guard was posted at my door at all times, just as one would follow me everywhere. I was allowed three meals, each one portion controlled by him. I was even required to shower everyday and be dressed according to whatever he likes.This wouldn't be so bad to continually do for the past two months if it wasn't for his constant stare. I could feel his gaze on me, eating me alive and making my skin crawl. I have been too close to being manhandled by him to count, each one being thankfully saved by a meeting or someone visiting.It's only a matter of time before I'm not saved. That means I need to leave. I've been trying to figure out a way or plan to escape. So far the only thing I've gathered is that night time is the best time to do so. Considering guards take breaks more often and rarely checked to see if
Azrael pov:"You can't be serious!?" I struggled to hold my anger inside. I dragged my mother and father into a secluded area to speak."You're being emotional." My father removed my hand from his shoulder."Emotional? You just brought her in and expect me to be fine?" I scoffed and ran my hands through my hair."It's in the past, be a man and move on, Azrael." He sounded irritated as he tried to walk away."I'm not a man! I'm a woman, who quite frankly hates the person you're asking her to date." I spun him around to face me. He slapped me across the face without a second thought.He hated when I put my hands on him, he liked to be the untouchable leader of our shitty family. What a fucking joke."Date? You will marry her Azrael. Nothing less." I stood shocked at his words, dumbfounded he could say such a thing."I refuse-" Another strike landed on me. I knew better than to retaliate, it never ended well."You wanted to be responsible, well now you can, especially since that slutty l
Amilia pov:How long have I been here? I can't tell anymore, the days begin to blur together from the constant abuse. I didn't bother keeping track, even for my own sake.It was torture to be alive. Being brutally beaten for 'misbehaving' or displeasing Mike was something I had gotten used to. My body was in a constant state of pain and suffering from him. My mind wasn't much better. I felt like I was going crazy.Yet, that was only during the daytime. Night was worse. It didn't matter how much I screamed or begged, the violation didn't stop. Eventually I just let him do it, it was better than bleeding from trying to force him away.Every single time I felt sick, his body against mine, his noises, everything about him made me despise my own body. It was filthy because of him. I wouldn't be the same as when I was first here.The only thing that gave me the smallest amount of sanity was knowing I would find a way to escape. I was close too. Even though I had been 'misbehaving' I know th