This chapter has some triggering content on rape. If you can't handle it, please ignore it.

Charles POV
Talking to my mother had been the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. Throughout the years, she struggled to get through to me, but I had repeatedly shut her out. She had neglected me as a child, so I felt obligated to show her how it felt. But that wasn't the only reason I was punishing her. The truth was, I had blamed her for what Hannah did to me, blamed her for being broken, blamed her for how my father treated me, blamed her for giving birth to me. I had blamed her for life.
My very existence had been nothing to write home about. Not until I had met Annabelle. She opened me and loved me and made me feel love. And I was forever grateful to her for saving me.
At least partially.
After speaking to my mother, I had sat on the floor and cried, cried for the truth I had discovered, cried for the lies I had been told. Cried for the punishment I had to go through because of my family fucked up drama. I cried for it all and Annabelle had been right beside me.
She hasn't still said she loved me too, but I didn't mind. I was going to wait. Slowly break her, slowly make her, completely own her. She was broken and I was broken. We were both broken valves and that was the perfect combination.
She had been with me as my mother told me everything. How Hannah hadn't just been a next-door neighbour but a planted torturer. How she had been sent by my father to get the key from me. A key I hadn't know my mother had planted on me as a code.
I had been a child. A fucking child! But that sick, twisted man hadn't cared. All he had wanted was the code, so when Hannah hadn't been able to get it from me, he told Hannah to do anything she wanted to do to me. I remember that faithful day when my mother wanted to go out. She had sent for her trusted friend to stay with her precious son.
I remembered how Hannah had locked me inside my room. How she had forced me to kiss her breast, she told me to grab them, squeeze them, then suck the nipples the way I would my mother's. I had been disgusted, so I refused.
I remembered how she grabbed me by the neck and threw me on the bed. How she tied my hands to the dashboard with her hair tie so tightly. that I could no longer feel my fingers. How she stripped me naked and said she was going to punish me for being disobedient. I had been scared. I cried and cried and cried for my mother, for God, for anybody to come to save me. But there was no one in sight.
Ms Hannah had sent Ms Mary, who was our house help, home to rest, saying she could take care of me herself. And Mary, not wanting to get into trouble with her boss, obliged.
I had been left alone with that demon. She had brought with her a black cane made of feathers, which she had hidden in her purse. She brought it out and explained how she was going to flog me with it as punishment so that I learn to obey her. She had stripped me naked. Then went ahead to strip herself naked too.
Then she proceeded to flog my naked body over and over and over again. And all I could do was scream in pain as I begged her to have mercy on me, promising her to be a good boy. When she heard that, she stopped flogging me and climbed on top of me instead. Then she sat lightly over my head and brought her wet pussy to my face. Ordering me to lick every single liquid I saw.
I was so scared I couldn't help but comply. He grounded her wet pussy on my face, over and over again that I felt I was going to die from suffocation. I began panting and sobbing desperately because I couldn't take it anymore. When she discovered I was tired, she grabbed my innocent dick and stroked it until it became hard. Then proceeded to ride it for hours. She did it so roughly and so brutally that I passed out after the third round.
When I woke up hours later, she proceeded to threaten me vehemently. She told me that she would kidnap me and do this to me for the rest of my life if I dared to tell anybody what had happened.
I didn't.
And so she continued abusing me. Year after year until the fifth year, when my mum caught us and automatically found out. But by then, it had been too late. I was already damaged. Destroyed. Used.
I had begged my father for a fresh start. A new environment, a new life. Anything to abate my trauma. But the bastard had refused. Because he had wanted me to suffer. My mother had tried to kill Hannah. But my father had protected her.
My mother had also explained what my father had done to her family and why she had double-crossed him and stored the code under my skin. How my father was the devil himself, relaying every evil thing the bastard had ever done.
The realisation of everything had hit me so hard. There was no way I was going to move past it. The truth ruined me. Filled me with anger and rage. Got me seeing pure red.
That was when I felt everything break. Everything burn. My mind was made up. I was going to take everything from my father. Everything he ever truly cherished. I was going to take it all. And he was going to watch me do it.
After I had cried myself to stupor in Annabelle's arms, I got up and relayed my plans to Annabelle. If there was anyone smart enough to compliment me, it was her. She was my ride or die.
We relayed the plan to Rita and Izzy, and they immediately went to work. The plan was in motion. All I needed to do now was call my dad. Picking up my phone, I did.
I convinced him to come to meet me at the company's rooftop. That was where everything was going to go down. The plan had to scheme perfectly. If I was going to outsmart my father, then I had to be ten steps ahead.
I walked into the living room where everyone was busy getting ready. My body was still battered but I knew I would survive.
"The agency is in place," Izzy said as I approached them.
"What are you doing up? You still need rest. You'll only stand up when it's time to move." Annabelle whined with concern etched on her face.
I knew very well that it was love, and I knew she just didn't know it yet. As she came closer to me, I grabbed her by the waist and slammed my lips to hers, kissing her with a white-hot passion. She resisted for only a second before reciprocating with like passion.
When we came up for breath, she whispered, "What was that for?"
I smiled. "In case I don't make it out alive."
"You will. You have to." She concluded.
"Why? What is left for me after all this? What do I have to live for?" I asked her hotly, testing her, teasing her.
"Hmm, hmm?" Someone cleared their throat behind us, disrupting the moment. I turned around to find a grinning Izzy with a playful glint in her eyes.
"Cock block." I fired at her.
"Oh, get a room." She retorted.
Annabelle blushed briefly and buried her face into my chest. I chuckled at her reactions. She was still so innocent to love. It never ceased to amaze me.
"It's time," Rita announced from beside us. I took in a deep breath and moved towards the door.
My father could never see me coming. And even if he did, I would be ready.