The never released
fairytale
Chapter
2
I figured it was evening when a man entered the
room. Due to the covered windows I could only guess that I'd
spent quite a long time on lying on the floor, unable to move
because my face hurt and my body just wouldn't gain
strength.
My parents never hit me (if you can even still call that hitting,
what the guy did to me).
Apparently, the guy who first talked to me didn't like that I
didn't say my name, not at all. He told me I was so stupid
and he would teach me a lesson, so I would never ever refuse to
answer a question again.
He held my shirt and pressed my torso against the hard floor with
one hand. With the other, he rammed his fist into my face. About
ten times. Until my face felt like it would've become part of
the floor.
Then, all men left and to the very moment one came back, I
didn't dare to move one inch.
The man brought me some food and something to drink. It
wasn't much food, maybe only one slice of bread, and the
glass was small. He looked nicer than that other one, even
smiled.
“You should eat. It isn't much, but you need it.”
he told me and I tried to sit up. My arms were almost too weak to
bring my body up.
“Thank you” I murmured, looking at the food.
The man still wouldn't leave and I lifted the bread to my
mouth, which really hurt as I tried to open it. My skin felt like
it would tear apart if I would move. I managed to eat the bread,
trying to ignore the pain. By then I realized there was also a
pitcher and a cloth.
“Hold on. I'll clean your face.” He took the
cloth and dipped it into the pitcher. When he touched my skin, it
really burned and I let out a sharp gasp.
“What is your name, anyway?” he asked. I began to
think he could be the one treating me good, the one I could refer
to.
“Asa.”
“I'm Steven. How old are you?”
“Fourteen.” Steven wheezed and lay the cloth into the
pitcher.
I took the glass and drank the water.
How pathetic this was. Almost like what you hear of prison food
– water and bread.
Steven left, carrying everything and I was alone. Again.
Fortunately I found sleep short after Steven left. Unfortunately,
my sleep was interrupted when I felt someone removing my clothes.
I could barely see a thing in the darkness, but fear approached
me, telling me I should do something. I tried to yank way, but
someone gripped my arms and I realized my clothes were already
gone. My heart beat increased and I now also felt hands on my
legs, pulling them apart.
“Now, let's have some fun.”, someone whispered in
my ear.
To that very moment, I was still a virgin and have never kissed a
boy.
Both was taken from me that
night.
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doublesidedice · 1 decade ago
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Wow. This is really good. I like the writing. Thanks for notifying me :D