INFERNO: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

Emerald Flashback: Have I ever wondered how my life turned out this way? Yes, I have and it started from the day I killed my father. At least that's what my mom says, sold for slavery and then escaped. These scenes don't stop so I have to relive them each day "Please stop! Don't do it" I cried while he slipped down his pants, my hands held in place. His eyes could tell, he was enjoying my suffering. I tried not to give that satisfaction but I guess when you are trapped with no help, your emotions take the better part of you. He quickly tore my undies with one hand, then the door burst open. "What's going on here? My mother looked me dead in the eyes. "You little s**t, so you decided to screw my man" she shouted aloud not caring her little girl of 10yr-old was about to be r***d. She fell to her knees to carry her beloved while she took care of his wounds. He looked back at me, smirking, and turned around to my mom "You know honey, I won't stoop so low if I was tempted by this vixen of yours" he explained. I was taken aback by this, my hands-free at last thereby, took a lamp from the table, broke it on his head. Oh, did I see the wrath of my mother, she kicked me till I could see my dad's face, the 10 years naive me thought I was in heaven. After the death of my father, my mother could not stand my sight. Maybe it's because I'm his replica or I was the cause of his death. I was six at that time, wanting to play in the backseat while he drove " Daddy, daddy, look at my princess doll" I stood up and put the doll in his face. My mom wasn't around to scold me as always about the proper way of being seated in the car so I felt free until everything came crashing before my eyes. I woke up the next day, seeing the tubes and monitors not knowing what was truly happening, I screamed for my dad. "Daddy! Where are you? Then she replied " So you have finally killed him". Still young and confused. I answered " Mom? Where is dad? I was just showing him my doll? Then she screamed at me " You killed him, you took him away from me, I will never forgive". Then the nurses busted in to sedate her and wheeled her away. At that young age, I knew my life wasn't going to be the same. I don't know how much time passed but I woke up to see my head bandaged, I knew for sure, wasn't the handiwork of my mother. My vision got clearer, I discovered, I was locked in a cage, far bigger than the ones she has kept me in for my punishments. Slamming the gate so hard to get her attention. " Someone should get me out of here, mommy! I promised not to do it again. I will not try and hit Thomas ever again" I shouted. When suddenly I realised, it's doesn't like home, the whole area smells like garbage that I almost puked when suddenly I heard footsteps, excited " Mommy, I promised to do better " I shouted as long as my little voice could get me. "Oh shut up, you vile creature! This will be your new home so you better get used to it. I have no use for a murderer and seductress for a daughter, goodbye". She turned around and left. It's dawn on me, my mom left me to die without battling her eyelid, I cried and cried till I couldn't see with my eyes, my head kept banging and my body slowed down to the pain I got earlier. It turned out my mom sold me off to a brothel. A few days later, I was brought out of my cage, to be introduced to my new life. I saw little girls like myself in compromising positions with men, I shrank further. Then I began my training in the act of pleasure and how to please whatever gender I will be given. For weeks, I was bathed, tamed, and groomed into a perfect doll for any pedophile who could afford to pay well. My identity was changed from Olivia Bartley to Emerald due to the color of the eyes I inherited from my father but did I make it easy for them, No I didn't " No, I will not wear that, I will not do as you say" I fought furiously. " Then prepare to give me all the money I paid on you or I will cut your mother in pieces and finish you off. I'm sure you won't any more of your relative's death on your head". The Madam of the brothel replied, Looking up to take in her appearance, she is a six-inches woman who goes by the name Madam Joyce, with a heinous scar across her face, she was even more terrifying than her goons. I shivered at her presence, she runs the brothel basically for pedophiles, which is backed up by greater power in society. She kidnaps, buys, and even sells some off for her gain. She looked me in the eyes and continued "Don't think you're too special for me to replace except you need my scar on your face to remind you of your place. Don't try my patience". She turned around to leave, while I sat to prepare for my first client in silence but that didn't stop the fire in me rather increased it. I slipped one of the little styling scissors, when no one was looking, I wasn't ready to lay defenseless and let anyone have his/her way like my mom's boyfriend does, if I perish in the process, I perish. I was ushered into a room finally to meet my supposed client, my little hands at my side ready to defend myself. I have been abused by my own family since the death of my father constantly, I'm not ready to pass through that again. If I die tonight, at least my spirit died fighting I was made to sit on the bed, my supposed client, an ugly fat man with this potbelly seating on his body like another entity sat down licking his lips. "Behave and do what we taught you and nobody will get hurt," The server said and left the room. "Come here love, let me feel you," the fat man said. I retracted the more but that appears to excite him. I guess my fright excites him a lot "This is why I love little things like you, the smell of innocence of fear you carry around" He replied excitedly " I paid a lot to be your first, so don't disappoint me, get up and let me feel you" I simply ignored and looked away, I can't win with strength or size so I had to be careful. He stood up and walked up to me, looking angry, I calculated, this is the moment I have to take it. I reached out to the small scissor tucked away in my undies " It seems you like it rough," he said while approaching my side of the bed, extending his arm to pull me which I willingly followed. I let him swallow all my body, rough handling and touching my nonexistent breast while I took out my scissors, pushing them inside his neck. His look of horror gave me so much satisfaction to my soul, while I watched him choke on his blood. I took to my heels and escaped from the window. ***************** End of flashback