Abused Love (AL Series)

Chapter 10

Inara

“Sit down. Let's talk about how you have been sleeping around. I feel that we never did talk about s*x. We need to make sure that you know what happens if you keep slutting around." My dad says while leaning back in his chair and eyeing me up and down. 

  I sat down on the chair that my mother had placed in the middle and motioned for me to sit in. I put my hand in my lap while looking down at them. I'm not sure what's about to happen. I know that if something does happen that I can't make a sound. They love it when they can get a scream of pain from me. 

  When I don't hear anything for a few minutes other than some shuffling I look up and notice that my mother was now over by my dad and was holding a big black bag. I watch as she looks at me and smiles while putting the bag on the deck and sliding it in front of my dad. My dad slowly gets up and starts to take items out, needles, knives, whips, and more items that I couldn't quite see.

  What in the hell was going on and what were they planning to do to me? 

"I want you to know Inara, this was brought upon you by you and you have no one to blame but yourself. This is going to only get worse the more you keep sleeping around." With that said my dad comes around his desk holding one of the small knives and a torch. As he gets closer my eyes start to grow as well. 

  I watch as he starts to heat the small knife with the torch. I can see the metal slowly getting red. 

  I look over at my mother with wide eyes and I know they grew as she started to walk over to me with handcuffs. Where they really going to do this to me? 

  I tried to talk and tell them I didn't sleep with anyone but as I opened my mouth my other shoved something in that stopped me then she cuffed my hands and legs to the chair I was in before I could even understand what was happening. Damn, she moved fast. 

  Once she was done I watched my dad walk over with a now bright red knife. He has a sickening smile on and then he presses the knife flat on the bare skin on my shoulder and laughs while doing it. He then takes the same knife and cuts very slowly into the spot he just burned. I watched as his eyes zone in on the spot he is cutting and I can see the joy he is having. I didn't have to look at my mother to know she looked the same as him. 

  I wanted to scream but the thing my mother shoved in my mouth stopped any sound that could come out. It hurt so bad. It was nothing like what they usually do to me. I can take the hitting and sleeping in the cold or heat. I can take the lack of food but this was too much. I could feel tears starting to form and slip down my cheek. I was finding it hard to breathe. 

  Then I felt burning on my other shoulder and I whipped my head over to see my mom joining in on the "fun". Why me? Why? What did I do? How much longer do I have to feel this pain? Oh God, it hurts so much! I want to scream and push them away. I wanted to run but I couldn't. All I felt was the pain in both shoulders and pain in my wrists and ankles. I know I ripped my skin open from struggling so much and that my wrists and ankles were bleeding but I couldn't care too much about that when all I wanted was to get away from them. 

"Now this is just the start my dear. I hope you learn your lesson once we are done or it will only make us discipline you more and as much as we would love to do that, it does take time out of our day that I could be using for a better purpose." My dad said as he burned my neck. 

"Yes next time it won't be me to pick what to do to you it will be your father and we both know I always go way too easy on you but he won't and I know I will enjoy how he disciplines you much better than what I picked for you." My mother said as she started to cut down the side of my leg. 

"Oh and I already know how to make sure you stop being a slut." My dad says while leaning to whisper in my ear. "And I might just enjoy it myself without your mother around. Wouldn't you like that slut." I looked at him and saw pure evil in his eyes. I could help but let a whimper out. 

  I couldn't do anything as my parents burned and cut me other than cry and try to get out of the handcuffs. But every time I moved they would only cut deeper. I was slowly starting to get dizzy and I knew I had lost so much blood and that I would pass out any moment to the darkness I knew would welcome me and make the pain go away for a little while. 

  My outfit was ruined with my own blood. I'm sweating from all the pain I am in. I can't stop shaking when all of a sudden through my now blurry vision I see my dad coming at me with a larger knife and a huge smirk on his face. Then I feel him slice down my chest and my stomach. The pain was beyond anything I have ever felt and that's when the blackness comes and welcomes me.