Love’s Twist

Chapter Five

Esther’s POV

All I could think about was the stranger, or I would say Louis, the one Kate talked about all night, the one I had caught receiving a blowjob from my sister. Never in my life would I have thought someone’s stare, especially someone like him, would snatch my soul through the void, and still return it.

I hadn’t meant to run my mouth at him, but I’ll shamefully admit that I liked every moment he handled me. His scent. His voice. That deep, baritone tone that’ll make your toes curl in your shoes. I don’t think it’s safe to say I had wished he was my tormentor.

“You stupid b***h, always coming at the perfect time to ruin my moments.” My sister’s voice pulled me out of the toe-curling moment I was having.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I was only trying to relieve myself, I didn’t know you guys took it.” I’m tired of being scared of her, of having to cower in her presence.

“You’re sorry? Please stop with this good girl behavior. We both know it’s a facade to make Mom and Dad like you,” she said, bumping into me while forcefully entering my room.

Good thing about having your own room, as I have no privacy here.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized again, hoping it would drive her away from my room, because I didn’t have the strength for her ugly tantrums that night.

“b***h, please stop apologizing, hand me your cellphone.”

I..I. I can’t. Why should I give you my phone,” now she’s pissing me off.

She looks shocked because I have never talked to her like that.

“What did I say about disrespecting myself, huh?” She asked, but I already knew what she wanted to do, the chaos. I can’t go through that again.

“Mom, Mom, Mom, Esther slapped me, she threatened me, please come help me.” She was pretending to cry now, clutching my dress with snort running down her nose. I know this trick and worse of all, she called Mom.

Mom barged into the room, not giving me room to explain, before slapping me hard and pulling me by my hair down to the basement.

“I swear mom, I didn’t do anything,” I pleaded. I wasn’t scared of the basement. No, I was scared because Kate would do something stupid this time around. Last time she shoved a heel up my ass, and threatened my other side.

I was scared for myself, because I'd be chained and at her mercy. But my mom wasn’t even listening to me. I lost my balance, yet she kept pulling me through my hair, not minding my screams and pleas.

“I think after two weeks you’ll be able to learn something.” No, she wasn’t hearing me, I’m telling her about what Kate did to me the last time, and she’s blindly kicking me, chaining me, and cursing me.

“Mom, please, no, I’m sorry, you have to hear me out.” My voice cracked, hoarse and my throat itches from how raw I screamed and begged.

“Kate will decide your punishment.” That was all she said, looking at me like she wanted to kill me.

“I wish you were still born.” I had never been more hurt and numb in my life.

“What did I ever do to you…” I’m a mess, chains in my hands and legs, both my neck. Why does it have to be like this?

“I hope whatever Kate does to you makes you want to die, you don’t deserve life.” She kicked me one more time, calling for Kate to give me punishment.

I had already given up, I didn’t care anymore, maybe what she said is true.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to go through all this, I can’t fight this anymore.

I woke up to the smell of strong wine. I had fallen asleep tired and bruised, and my throat was really itchy. I needed water. Kate moved closer, touching my cheeks, her hot breath fanning my nose.

“You know, I’ve always wanted you for myself, but Dad didn’t understand. All he cared about was your beauty. Mom truly knows how I feel.” She was with a whip, brushing its feathers against my back.

I had known she was sick, but I didn’t know she was this obsessed with me. Two days ago, I found two cameras in my room. I asked Dad, but he didn’t say anything, he took it and asked me to go back to my room.

We were done for the term. I had filled out a scholarship form in hopes it would take me away from this horrible family.

“You have to let me go, I’m not your toy or anything,” I was now shaking because she had torn my clothes and was now latching onto one n****e.

“Kate, let me go, somebody help, please help me…” God, I’m scared, I’m alone with a psychopath.

“Don’t scream, and you’ll enjoy it. OK, you know, last time I didn’t apply lube, but this time around I’ll treat you well.” She was smiling now.

“I’m sorry OK, you don’t have to do this, you’ll hurt me…” I needed to convince her that she couldn’t hurt me else I’d be in serious trouble.

She whipped my p***y because I was now bare and open, bending down to trace imaginary lines. Before her hands could reach there, I pressed my legs together awkwardly, causing me so much pain.

“Relax, I don’t bite and remember you owe me one from earlier. If you had behaved, all this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What exactly do you want from me, huh?” My voice was itchy now, and I could barely talk.

“I need water please and can you please unchain my neck?” I said, trying my best not to provoke her.

“Yes, you absolutely need water and I'll free your neck. I need you to enjoy this.”

The water she gave me paralyzed me, my body is unconscious, but my mind is awake. Whatever that is, it’s not good.