Novel & Cerita Abused And Broken

“I’m pathetic.” BRYCE Isla curls her slender arms around her waist. I watch in horror as my words cause her to physically shield herself. If I could drop-kick myself, I would because I’m a fucking asshole. I’ve shamed her, which is all Paul has ever done. People assume abusers only use violence on their victims, but it goes beyond that. Abusers break down every part of a person until there’s nothing left. It’s deconstruction. It doesn’t happen at once. It’s a slow, drawn-out campaign to strip all the layers until everything that makes them who they are is decimated.

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

All three combined? What was wrong with her. First she was blind and now deaf? Jeez, what was next. Crippled? Oh God. Her legs. Where were her legs? And hands? She watched in horror as every part of her disintegrated into tiny little pieces that were falling down on the floor where they melted into thin air. What the fuck? She asked herself then let out a piercing scream. The next thing she knew she was blinking her eyes open. She groaned. The light was too bright. Dammit she was back to that white place with Jim again. She was really happy to see him but if he yelled at her again she was going to be pissed. "Jim?" she called out. Alexis listened as a chair was pushed back roughly and in the

His wailing sound was now more sounding like the broken sobs of a human. “What happened, bro?” Abel murmured a question though he didn’t need an answer to comfort his best friend, his best friend did answer through a broken sob. “He broke the bond.” ‧̍̊˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙ ˙˚˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ˙˚˙‧̍̊

All the dirty hands spanking my butt and drunk customers trying to kiss me made me feel so dirty that I wanted to rip my skin. It is past midnight, and there is no taxi or bus around, not that I had the money to pay for it, but I would have felt better if there had been something around me, but there is only dead silence. I kept my head down and walked fast towards my apartment when suddenly someone shouted from behind. "Hey girl" I turned around to see a very drunk customer from the pub walking rapidly towards me. I got scared and turned around and started running, but my feet betrayed me as always, and I tripped over my feet and fell on the sidewalk.

she added. Broken, but learning from their failures.

"you didn't kill her while she escape right?" "Maybe you're right but that's nothing compare to everything I'd done to her. Abused her both sexually and physically. I ruined her. I broke her. She sees me as a beast, a monster and I doubt if she'll ever accept me. Hell she won't." I blunted out, my voice husky. "I understand. I think what you've to do is make things right, is to send her back to her pack..." She barely finished that when I cut her off.

Everything I was once is lifeless now. "I thought that if my mother comes back everything would go back to normal. Oh, how foolish I am. After my mother came back she fought with him and was about to call the police when he fucking drugged her. For six months he kept on drugging her on the force that she eventually became addicted to her. The mother is never there anymore. She became someone lifeless and I could do nothing to help her. She lost her job. We lost the house. Then when she became homeless, he became like the one and only option to my mom that she took us to the trailer. And it was just the beginning. She also started to get abusive and I don't even remember the countless times I

“I understand, dear, but you just can't take your own life” “You don't get it” she looked at Fay “I am broken, all my whole life the only thing I know is betrayal, abuse sexually, mentally, physically. All I know is pain, nobody cares about me or how I feel. It just feels like I am cursed, from one Pain to another, I just can't do it anymore, I just can't do it anymore. I can't, I just can't” she covered her face crying. Fay had a pity look in her eyes.

Bedelia heals the internal damage as I hang weakly from the gold and obsidian cuffs and chains they have bound us in. “Still alive? Well, you won’t be for much longer.” One of the dark fae spits in my face as his spittle drips from my cheek. I look at him in defiance. I can’t give in. They can beat me, torture me, but I won’t break, because I am already broken. I was broken a long time ago. The pain lets me know I’m still alive. They have broken all my fingers, toes, some ribs, my legs, and arms. I have been whipped, hit with bats, had my nails ripped from the nail beds and my jaw broken, just to name a few.