Alpha Roman

Human realm Trigger warning “Claire! You stupid b***h!!” The high pitched screech made me shoot up from my mattress on the floor despite my sore battered body. I frantically looked around, I knew it was still too early it was still dark out, I definitely didn’t oversleep. It was difficult to think straight with lack of sleep, food, and the constant state on panic I felt every waking moment. Before I could get to my feet the loud stomping of Beth, my caretaker, could be heard from one side of the house all the way to my bedroom door. Each step stuck fear in my entire body. The door was kicked open slamming it into the wall and Beth stormed in holding a dress and a rolling pin. All the blood drained from my face, this was going to be very bad. “You’ll pay, you little tramp!” Beth seethed, rage filled her eyes. I knew what was to come when Beth was like this. This beating would be very bad indeed,recovering would probably never happen fully. “You tore my favorite dress! Just look at these holes! It’s destroyed! You are supposed to clean the clothes not ruin them!!” Beth whipped the dress at me and the buttons slashed my face causing cuts going down my cheeks. I clutched my face and backed away as much as space would allow. Beth dropped the dress and started tapping the rolling pin against her palm. I watched as Beth welded her weapon and all I could do was try and block my head. Blow after blow Beth beat me with the rolling pin, all blows were to my middle and I felt myself dying, I was sure of it. I couldn’t breathe, my breathes won’t come into my lungs. I could taste blood in my mouth. “Take an easy mom! Don’t kill it, besides she’s fun for me.” Hank said sardonically. Hank huffed as he walked around my body of the dirty floor. My wheezing and coughing not phasing him in the lest. “She’s going to basically useless for days now, her chores will take forever. Nice going mom.” Hank said with annoyance. “She’s useless anyways!” Beth spat back and continued with the beating. I don’t remember anything after that, I passed out from the pain or maybe being hit in the head. I woke up a few hours later when Beth came back and tossed a bucket of cold water on me. “Clean up this blood you worthless piece of garbage.” Beth huffed out and slammed the door. I couldn’t move, I could only look at the old wooden floor covered in my blood and cry. My eyes were swollen Making seeing difficult. Welts covered my body, I’m sure she broke some ribs and maybe some fingers. These horrific beating were a weekly occurrence for me, most of the time it felt like they made things up just to torment me. My name is Claire and I’m an orphan, had been one from a few weeks old. I was left on Beth’s doorstep after both of my parents were killed by werewolves. Werewolf attacks were common in my village. The wolves would come in and kill or take townspeople and then would disappear as fast as they came. The village lived in so much fear, but had no place to move. It was trapped in a deep valley surrounded by high mountains. The village was small, around 300 at most. Survival depended on crops, livestock and having a mild winter. Beth had a son named Hank. Beth and her son had targeted me from the moment I was given to them. They abused and neglected me every chance they got. I never understood their hatred towards me, maybe I was a burden to them by showing up like I had. I was made to do all the chores and was locked away in a small room in the attic. They wanted to keep me as a personal slave and punching bag and nothing else, to them I was subhuman. Years passed on, I had a sort of routine to my day. I would wake at 4 am and get ready for the chores. I had only two dresses and no shoes. When I was dressed I would use my cracked wash basin to splash my face. My skin was pale and a bit sunken in, my blue eyes were dull. Cuts and bruises always covered my face. I felt like a freak of nature. I would tie my long blonde hair into a bun and make my way downstairs. I didn’t have a blanket or pillow to make my bed and there wasn’t anything else in my room. I dusted, swept, mopped, and had breakfast ready before Beth and Hank woke made their way downstairs. I made sure I was on to the outside chores when they sat down to eat. I tried to stay out of sight for as long as possible to avoid the beatings. As I worked I could feel Hank looking at me. He made my skin crawl with the way he would look at me, I could practically feel his hands on me. Hank was three years older than I, he was very tall, broad, he had jet black hair and black soulless eyes. He had an infatuation with me, he would comment on my long golden blonde hair and would grab and pulled at it. How he loved the scared look in my eyes, make lewd comments about my large breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. It seemed Hank would salivated over my body and that thought made me want to vomit. He enjoyed making my existence miserable seeing me scared turned him on, gave him a power trip. Even when I was small he took anything I played with and broke it, pushed me down, hit me, and stole my food. Beth would give me the scraps of food from when they were done eating or make me feed the stray dogs the scraps if Beth was really unhappy. There were many days I went hungry. Beth would bruise up my face. She would always tell me I was hideous and the bruising helped my appearance. One year when I was just a child, Beth cut off all my hair telling me my hair was gross anyways. Beth hated me and took great satisfaction in my suffering. Now I was 17 turning 18 in a few days, Hank turned up the torment up a few notches. I was walking down the stairs and Hank was coming up. He griped my waist and shoved me against the wall. Pain shot through my back with the collision with the wall. Hank slammed his mouth on to mine roughly. I tried and move my head away and push him but he was too strong. “Come on Claire, fight me harder. Give me a scream or two.” Hank taunted. I cried harder and Hank ripped my skirt exposing most of my leg and griped my thigh and my ass hard. Hank grabbed anywhere he could get his hands on. Panic gripped me and I couldn’t stop from sobbing inconsolably. Sudden Beth’s voice came from across the house. “Hank! I need you help saddling up the horse!” Called Beth. Hank huffed out in annoyance and held my face and kissed me hard agian. “I’ll be back for you.” Hank promised I was left shaking and on wobbly legs. Every day he would say things like: “You’ll never leave here”, “nobody wants you,” and “You belong to me.” The next day I was washing the laundry outside in buckets, it was freezing and I couldn’t feel my hands anymore they were blue and cracking. I was rubbing my hands together to get some warmth back in to them. Before I knew what was happening Hank had me on my back and he was straddling me, I screamed in terror. “Get off me, Hank!!” . “What’s the matter little Claire? I’ll tell my mom that you were being lazy and not working, I saw you just standing there.” He smirked as he tried to unbutton my top.I was fighting with everything I had. I attempted to buck him off and turning over but he had me pinned. Hank tore at my top revealing my undergarments, his mouth watered and his eyes darkened even more looking at my chest. He pinned down my wrists and started to run his hand over the tops of my breasts and down into the valley between them. He grew impatient and tore the rest of the material from my chest. Hank’s gaze was branding, he leaned down and started to lick and suck all over my breasts. I never stopped screaming and trying to get away but it was useless. Hank pushed his erection against my center. “Please stop!!!!” I screamed, my throat was raw by not. He then pushed up my dress and was pulling at my undergarments and petticoat I could hear the ripping of the fabric. When he found my s*x he shoved two of his fingers into my core. The pain was surreal, the burn was all consuming. I struggled even more, sobbing uncontrollably. “You are mine, Claire.” Hank rumbled in rhythm of his fingers as he looked down at me. My heart rate quadrupled as I heard him undoing his pants. “Hank please don’t do this!! No!” I screamed. Just then I heard the back door open and close and then Beth’s voice. “Stop playing around Hank, after her chores are done you can do what you want with her!” Beth turned her attention to me. “And you! Get back to work, trash!” She bellowed as she and grabbed the back of my hair and shoved me towards the wash bucket. I stumbled forwards trying to cover up, I was shaking violently from the attack, tears blurred my vision. Hank stalked off with a smile of promise on his face. I would never be protected and would never be safe. I daydreamed of a better place out there where I would be left alone to live a peaceful life.