THIRD PERSON'S POV:
She was standing in the middle of the darkroom with her head bent low.
Her heart was beating so fast as if she just stopped after running a mile. The weather was cool yet she was sweating furiously, Her knees shaking.
She was scared.
Her fear increased as the creaking sound of the old door fell on her ears. She did not dare to look up, her eyes were cast down. She already knew who it was.
The man she feared the most, the man who has been abusing her since she was a kid, the man who always found a sadistic satisfaction to see her body covered with red and blue marks, the man who destroyed her mother's life, the man who destroyed her life.
The man she used to refer to as 'father'.
She didn't dare to look up. According to him looking into his eyes means considering ourselves of his level.
She had faced the consequences of doing so many times and would never want to face them again.
Soon she felt a tight smack on her face and the force had her fall on the ground with a loud thud.
"Ahh..", she winced in pain as he snaked his fingers in her locks and pulled them hard, almost ripping them off the roots.
"You won't ever learn your lesson you little bitch", he growled at her face and slapped her again.
"I told you never, never ever take your real name let alone address yourself as my daughter", he screamed again.
"I.. I didn't. He he.. he Ahh.. he asked me my name", she managed to say.
"He was not your lover that you would talk with him about your whereabouts. He was a mere customer who paid to fuck you", the cruel truth was again slapped on her face. She couldn't help but cry hearing those words.
"Another mistake, just another mistake from your side and ...... Well, you know what would happen then", he added the last sentence with a smirk on his face.
"Dad please I...", her words were stopped by another slap, this one hard enough to tear her lip.
"Don't you fucking dare call me dad. I am not your dad you bitch", she was not surprised by his words as they were familiar to her.
"You will be punished for this", he says while leaving her hair.
With that, he walks out of the room leaving her in the hell hole but not before sending two men to 'punish' his daughter.
All this just because she didn't hide her identity.
Just because she dared to take her real name 'Andrea Cranford'.
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ADRIA'S POV:
It's been two weeks after that day. My back is 'almost' fine now but I couldn't help but cry when I see those ugly scars in the mirror.
If you are wondering then my answer is yes. Yes, I tried to escape at any chance I get but I was never given a chance.
The door is always kept locked from outside. It only opens when Augustus or the maids come with my food.
And I never even thought of fighting any of them to leave the house as I was not in the state to fight.
Satan never visited me after that day and I am more than happy that he didn't.
Augustus would visit me every now and then, cracking lame jokes yet making me laugh. He was the only person who talks to me.
The maids who attend me won't utter a word, they would just listen to whatever I say. They feared the master of this house.
Most of my time would go by me doing what I am doing now. That is nothing.
I would just lay on the bad, thankfully on my back after so many days and what have I ever done to be held captive like this?
What have I ever done to him that he treated me like that?
I shiver after remembering that day when he whipped me. He was going to rape me. He really was. If it wasn't the topic of Connor he might have raped me already.
Fuck! The thought itself does not settle in my mind. It feels so.. so... Ewww.
No, I am only Connor's. I can never let any man touch me except him. No matter how much handsome the other man is.
I love Connor and only he has the right to touch me.
His memory brings tears to my eyes.
He was nothing like Satan. Connor always treated me like a princess. And Austin, he calls me angel but never treated me as one.
What has Satan planned for me? What will he do to me? I am definitely not staying here forever, am I?
No, I will run away, I will not stay prisoner over here.
But what about my dad? Where is he right now? Wha.. What did Satan mean when he said my dad is still alive and breathing. What.. what exactly had they done to him?
I lay back on the bed and think about my dad and me. The memories bring tears to my eyes.
I stay still, staring at the ceiling with tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Why are you crying", I jolt up at the sudden voice. The action causes pain to erupt as the wounds of my back are still not completely healed. But I don't scream or even whimper, the pain I feel now is nothing to what I have endured the past few days.
I have already recognized the voice yet I care to look up and am met with the same black eyes. There is a frown on his forehead and his lips pressed into a thin line.
I instantly know that he is not pleased with something. But what? That I don't know.
That I don't fucking care.
"Sad that I didn't die", I say with a smirk on my lips which only led to deepening his frown.
"Angel..", he said but stopped after hearing a low chuckle from me. Now he was not frowning but was looking at me, narrowing his eyes.
"I see you are well now", he commented leaning against the wall next to the dresser.
"Now that you are standing in the same room, I don't think so", I mocked and he smirked.
"No? But you really sound well", he says while walking in my direction. I was scared as he kept on taking slow predatory steps in my direction but hell I am gonna show him.
I keep staring back into his eyes trying not to shake in fear. Yes, 'trying' as I was already shaking from inside.
I gulped when he stood just in front of me and leaned down now looking straight in my eyes.
I gulp visibly, his eyes followed my action. Just as I thought that I was acting well and showing him that I am not scared of him, a drop of sweat came running from my forehead down my cheek and stopped at the tip of my chin as if mocking me.
The weather was cool. One could only sweat if he or she is doing some physical activity or was scared.
I think you people are smart enough to guess what applies in my case, aren't you?
His eyes stopped at my chin staring at the single drop of sweat until it fell down and was replaced by a new one.
Yuck! why is he staring at my sweat? Sick bastard!
"I.. I.. Does it hurt?", I mouth fell open at his words. Seriously after lashing me till I bleed and faint now he has the nerve to ask about my well-being.
Suddenly I found myself laughing. Laughing at his words.
"You.. you .. seriously asked me that. Please say you didn't", I said between laughter.
"I didn't hit your head, did I? Cause you are behaving weird", I gasped at his question. How could he ask such a cruel question so easily?
Why am I even doubting? Of course, he could. He cleared all my doubts in the cell.
"Angel I am really trying my best to be patient. So just tell me does it still hurt?", he asked again his voice cold and threatening.
He might have beaten me but I was not going to behave like a dog. Nodding at whatever he asks, doing whatever he says.
"Go to hell!", I scream and bring my hand up to slap him, he seems to predict my action so just as my palm was going to hit his face his fingers tightly grip my wrists.
He holds each of my wrists and pushes me back so that I fall on the bed.
"Ahh.. Aaa", I cry out in pain as my back hit the mattress. It's soft but still, it hurts.
"I won't be able to act nice if you behave this way Andrea"
"I am not Andrea you bastard. Leave me. I swear if Conno.. Ahh..", I scream as he pushed his hand under me and his fingers pressed my wounds.
"Say his name once again and I will make sure you regret", he hisses.
If he thinks that he will break me by inflicting pain than he is wrong. He won't ever gain my submission.
"Connor", I say and manage to smile.
"Ahh.. ", I scream again Satan dig his nails into my skin. The fact that I was still wearing a backless dress gave him an advantage.
"Say again"
"Co..Con.. Connor", I manage again.
His nails were short but sharp enough to cut open my wounds. I was screaming and whining below him but he did not take mercy.
"Say again", he said through gritted teeth.
"Co.. Co..", I tried but couldn't complete as I screamed.
A smile spread across his face. "That's like my girl", he said before digging his nails with great force again.
I screamed again.
"You see Angel, pain can really bring you into submission", were his last words before darkness took over me again.