THE TAINTED ONES

PROLOGUE PART 2

HER

Darkness. Pain. Are not a stranger to me anymore. But maybe they are the most loyal companion. Empty. Soulless. I lived my days in fear, waiting for the coming days. When he comes and destroys me once again.

He never bats a chance. I was r***d, abuse and even become his lab rat, injected with all sorts of stuff. And because of those things, I become numb. Numb for all the pain and abuse. No one is coming to save me. He knows that I have no one. Oh, he reminds me every time.

“Who will save you?”

“ Do you really think people care about you?”

“ I am the only one who can stand with your disappointing attitude.”

“ You are dirty, a w***e and disgusting.”

Those are the things he said to me. He will always remind me. I become broken. Inside and out. Bruises and cut do not pain me anymore. But each time I hear those words, my heart cries out blood.

A knock sounded outside put me throughout my trance. That is the sign that I have to get up and get dress. Prepare myself for him even if my mind and body disobey every time.

I fold the comforter and put in nicely on the bed. I swing my foot across the bed. I have to take care of this room simply because this is my home now. A house that only brings pain and not peace.

I get and reach for the towel. I enter the en suite bathroom and go straight to the shower. I don’t even want to look at myself in the mirror. I am disgust by my own body. Full of cuts and bruises. I showered and went to the closet.

I sit in front of the mirror and try to make myself look pretty for him. Even if I absolutely disgust myself because I try to put on effort for my tormentor. If I don’t do this, the outcome shall be even worse than what is already bad.

I comb my hair that already reaches my waist. I put on a bit of eyelash to my naturally curl lash. Red coloured lipstick I applied to my lips. I pinched my cheeks to make my cheeks appear as if I put on some blushes. Voila.

Now I just have to wait for him to come. My eyes ran across the clock. 9:55 am. Five more minutes and he will come. I look myself again and again in the mirror to ensure that I look absolutely presentable to him. He doesn’t like imperfection.

The clock hit exactly ten am. The door flung open. I take a deep breath. Prepare for any possible outcome. He gave me a smile that once upon a time do melt my cold heart. But now I know better. That smile contains a totally different meaning.

“ How are you, love?”