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He grabs a hammer from his table of toys, a tool only a man throwing a fit would use.And he says women are emotional?
Anyone with a brain would go for the pliers. Those would keep your target in pain for much longer with less chance of accidentally causing a fatal injury. Not to mention, their damage can be permanent without being fatal.
Reaching out, he cuts the bindings of one of my hands from behind me and forces it to lay flat on the table, then he strikes. One by one, breaking my fingers.
The ring I accepted from Alexi hangs around my neck. I didn’t want anyone to see it until this was all over. I’m thankful now, with it being hidden, my uncle doesn’t have any more ammunition he can use to break me.
The pain is like lightning shooting through my body, hitting every nerve ending, even ones I didn't know I had. It isn’t until the third finger that I make a sound. Something between a whine and a hiccup.
Focus. Breathe in your nose and out of your mouth. He doesn't deserve your screams.
He gnashes his teeth at me like an animal when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants from me on the fifth finger.
“You will break, Little Warrior,” he says under his breath. “Mark my words.” He throws the hammer back on the table and exits the room, leaving me alone to process what he just said. I knew he was a liar, but I didn't know just how deep that went until now. Everything we found out when I woke up in that hospital bed killed me more and more.
But I think part of me still thought there was a small space in that man’s heart for me, even if it was messed up. I think back on my life with him and reflect on what he just said. It was all a game.
Every time something good began to happen, there was always a moment when the world seemed to push back and tell me no. Except, now I'm realizing that it wasn't the world that said no. It was him.
When I wanted to stay and train at age thirteen, he made me think he would help me do whatever I wanted. Then, I ‘found’ letters my mom had written about her dream for me to go to university. Adrik pushed for me to finish grade school, so I could fulfill that dream for her one day.
When I began taking down my opponents in the ring, finally starting to feel in control and powerful, that’s when they came to rape me.
Then, I started the training for the women's program. And when it was going so well, I was needed elsewhere.
Or when I was seeing the guys in a new light, he made Laney share the video. All so I would believe I could only trust one person.
The final straw was when I wanted to bring the guys into the plan, and he left me no other choices. That’s when he sent a team after me, to beat me and make me think it was the guys trying to kill me.
Every time I felt powerful or happy, he found a way to strip it from me. Just so that I remained reliant on him and him alone. I was his to manipulate. I was his to control. And I obeyed, like a fucking puppet, having no idea I was even tied to strings.
I internally punch myself for not seeing it all before.How did I not catch this?
You were always soft.Stupid whore.
It’s all clear to me now. He didn’t bring me here to kill me. He needs me here to break me so that he doesn’t feel like a failure. When he walks back into the room, he steps to the side and a tall man with light brown hair walks in.
His face comes into view, and I feel a burning in my chest. He’s the one; he killed them.
“It has been such a charade keeping you from seeing me for a while now, Miss Eydis. I am so glad to finally get to meet you.” He walks up to me, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. “I am Rostya, Damien’s father.”
I can’t speak so I just stare. I look into the eyes of the man who made me an orphan when he took my parents from me. I search for any ounce of remorse in his bones.
Not only do I find none, but what I do see is as awful as they come. The set to his jaw, his posture, the way he pretends to own the whole fucking room when in reality the man is a cockroach.
“I think she has something to say, Adrik.”
He gestures to my uncle and I play along. He steps up to move the gag from my mouth and the second it’s out and his fingers are still close, I bite down as hard as I can.
“Motherfucker!” he yells in pain. Blood coats my tongue, but the man would have to pry my mouth open with pliers if he thinks he’s getting his finger back. I crush down, breaking through bone and making sure to shatter every piece that’s in my mouth.
I spit it out on the floor as he screams louder. When Rostya comes close, I gather the spit and blood in my mouth and launch it into his face, blood spattering down his white collar.
His nostrils flare, and before I can register it, my head is being slapped to the side so hard I nearly black out. I blink away the darkness and focus on him again, raising my chin as if to ask for more. He can hit me all he likes, they clearly need me alive for whatever they have planned.
Another smack, and then my uncle joins in. They beat me as I sit helpless in the chair, and my broken mangled hand falls to the side. I tense my muscles, doing everything I can to protect my organs, but after a minute, blood coats my tongue and I know this time it’s my own.
“That’s enough,” my uncle barks, likely saving me from organ damage at this point. “We brought a present for you.”
