Darkness Inside Her

Clare's POV

No one understood my pain. My memories. My life.

This was not the life I wanted to live.

My heart was pounding as I heard the footsteps gradually get louder.The figure stopped and stepped right in front of me.

I was chained to a wall wearing nothing but a shirt that barely went to my thighs. My aching muscles that were cramped due to laying on the concrete floor became tense as he slowly ran his hands up my body.

The man forcefully grabbed my jaw and faced it towards him. He was in his late twenties and his dark eyes were filled with lust. I immediately looked away from his intense stare, in return getting a harsh slap. I was so used to the hits that I didn't even whimper.

"You are quite the beauty sweetheart," he said hungrily. He started removing every piece of his clothing. I knew what was going to happen next and I shut my eyes ignoring the pain in my lower region as he did what he pleased to my body. I couldn't fight back or do anything. I was chained, and I knew the punishments if I were to fight back.

I couldn't cry, or yell. I just simply- laid there. After he was finished he headed out of the room, and I saw him pay my father outside the door. At least this guy wasn't as harsh as the last twenty-five that came in throughout these past week. Once the man left my dad came in and unlocked the chains.

"You're lucky that I'm giving you a little sympathy you worthless piece of shit. Next time you help one of sex slaves escape, I'm leaving you down here for two weeks and there will be more people that you'll be whores for," he spat. What a lovely father right? He left the room in disgust.

Those innocent girls did not deserve to be kidnapped and sold. They had their own lives that they were going to live. I always tried my best to help them without getting caught. I rather let them live a life of freedom than what I have to deal with.

I slowly got up, rubbing my wrists that were cut, and had some dried blood ringing around them. I winced once I finally stood up straight, limping my way out of the chamber-like room. My father was a rich man, our mansion was so huge that it took me 5 minutes to make it to my room. It didn't help that my whole body hurt like a bitch either.

The servants that were forced to work here gave me looks of sadness. They wanted to help me so badly, but didn't want to risk getting hurt. I don't blame them. My father is merciless. He's forced me to watch what he did to people that disobeyed him. To keep things short, let's just say that those people never made it out alive, or with all of their body parts.

I just wished my mom was still alive, when she was here my father was a little easier on everyone. She somehow calmed him down and made him better. I don't know how anyone could've loved a monster like my father, but she did, and now- now that she's gone everything is awful. She always protected me from that monster.

I would've been long gone from this world if I never made a promise to her on her death bed. But, I don't know how long I will be able to last.

Notes

Hey so yes I made another story! I know the prologue is kinda meh, but it's gonna get better! I have so many ideas for this story! Usually I would not start another story right away, but I wanted to make it before I forgot my ideas for this story. So yeah, I hope you liked it! Rate, Comment, Vote, and Subscribe!