Glorious Hate

Torn by Tony<3 Ophelia

In agony, I limp my way into the mansion still reminiscing what happened.

I should have known better than to repeat my past mistake. I should have known that a woman's place is below the one of a man. Maybe all men but certainly the majority. A woman's place is mainly determined by their social hierarchy; not their...manliness. For clarification; the scenario that relates to my statement would be Ryder being below me because I am financially privileged more than him.

However, Tony is the one who blessed me with this privilege so that rightfully makes me a mat that he can walk over. And I should have not tried to disrupt that Chain of Being because to put it back into place, I had to be tortured.

When I enter my bathroom, I quickly get the first aid box from the cabinet over the sink. Opening the box, I get a cotton ball and disinfectant to apply it on my burned palm. Grunting and letting out a few screams as I watch the almost melted skin stick around the furs of the cotton; I finally get through it and wrap a bandage around the wound.

I slowly walk to the mirror to look at myself. Nothing.

I don't look any different than I did yesterday. Not even hours ago. Except the hand that I bandaged up. You cannot see anything unless you were a first account witness to what happened to me. Or you saw me undressed.

Slowly, I strip myself naked. Like he did.

Black-reddish marks grace my breasts and stomach from where he used his teeth to punish me, something to remind who I belong to.

I make my way into the tub to take a shower. Using the shower to clear off my memories and the feeling of their hands running all over me. Aggressively scrubbing my skin to the extent that it feels like its peeling away. But the memories do not seem to peeling off my mind. The scrubbing does not peel off the three clear faces of three man taking turns. It does not seem to be peeling off the feeling of my hand becoming one with a heated stove plate. It does not peel off the sound of my ear splitting scream. It does not seem to peel off the echo of their laughing and naming of being such a woman.

So instead of scrubbing, I do what a woman is expected of for once. I cry. Something I have not done for decades.

I should have known, even with all this power.

I am still a woman.

Ryder's POV

Finishing work at 10pm, I get into my car to make my way to Ophelia's house. I messaged her but she didn't reply. Not that I am worried, I just want to relieve the stress from the long day.

I turn on the radio to listen to some music, singing along to some of them. Not that I am any good. When I get there, the guards decide to be big headed by not letting me in ; explaining that they have to inform Ophelia first before they let me in.

I don't even understand why they are wasting their time. It's not like Ophelia is going to refuse to let me in. It's probably because they don't know the deal we made. After about five minutes comes back making me roll my window down again.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but Miss Violet told us to not let you in."

"See, I told y_,wait what?" I let out a small laugh. "You must have mishead her."

"I am sure of what she said sir, even my co workers can confirm that." He says without falttering and that shakes me to core because knowing Ophelia, she is just trying to play hard to get.

"You know what? I will call her myself, it is just a misunderstanding." I say as I take my phone to call Ophelia. The call is going through but no one is answering. Calling for the third time without anyone answering, I give up. I look up at the guard whose face is still molded into seriousness. As if he doesn't even want to say 'I told you so now go away'. " Maybe she is just sleeping, can't you just let me in, its not like you will lose anything."

Unexpectedly, the guard lets out a short and quiet snicker which I don't think I was meant to hear.

"We can't do that sadly without the permission of our boss, sir." Seeing as this guy is not going to be opening the gate for me anytime soon, I reluctantly put my car into reverse to go off the drive way and get into the main road. Getting an idea, I call my best friend Tony.

He answers just after the first ring.

"Hey man."

"Yo, wassup?" He asks in a cheery voice.

" How did it go with your cousin today?" I ask, remembering how he left work early today because his cousin was visiting his house.

"It went amazing, we talked and did some activities with some of my friends." Sounds like they had a great time. Not wanting to be too nosy, I say what I had intended to when I called him.

"I wanted t ask if you wanted to go to our usual club, I'm already on my way there."

"Hoping to see the girl from last time?" He says in a playful tone.

"How did you know about her?"

"I saw you with her, remember we were at the club together? I left after she took you into the cab."

"So you left me with a stranger?"

"I didn't want to be a c*** blocker." I only let a laugh out at his words.

"So are you coming?"

"Definitely kid, see you soon." He doesn't wait for me to answer; the rest of the way I'm engage in an internal battle with myself. Why wouldn't Ophelia let me in or even answer to my message? Is she already cutting our deal short? If she doesn't want it anymore, there are a lot fish in the sea. Like Sunny.

I hope she is there today. 

This one doesn't have a lot of action as well, but the truth is slowly coming out.

This chapter is dedicated to anyone getting abused or who has been abused. Don't feel like no one is not out there. I know it fees embarrassing to report situations like this but our intentions are not to judge but to help. Having the courage to report abuse is something to be proud of and celebrated because its a challenge. And to those who suspect any type of abuse, please report by calling 999 if in the UK or by contacting 0808 2000 247 for domestic abuse.

Save lives.

lyssssssm- N xoxo