Damien pov:Walking the halls of an old abandoned factory I could hear the muffled sounds of groans and talking. Going closer I bump into Lilith by a door, she looks happier than usual here."Is she in?" I ask, hand ready to open the door."Yeah, she's just letting out some aggression." She smiles and opens it before I can. The muffled sound becomes clear as we step inside.There was a bloody and beaten man sitting in a chair tied down. His name is Garry. He owed us money and Intel on Donny and Greenwood's crew. He has yet to give it or tell us anything, this resulted in torture.Azrael was pummeling his face in, a cold and stern look on her features. It scared me how much she looked like our Father at that moment. Fist after fist connected with his face, each one getting stronger. She was grunting and huffing as she beat him, it was a bit concerning.Going up to her I grab her by the waist and pull her back, she struggles and pushes me off. She looked pissed, blood was splattered on
Amilia pov:It hurt to breathe, I'm sure I had broken ribs from Mike's unpleasant treatment to me. He spent a considerable amount of time beating me, kicking me in my ribs to be factual.It was day, at least I think, they blocked the windows to prevent me from seeing outside. Goons came in and picked me up, removing the restraints as they took me out. I was tossed onto the floor of a kitchen, Mike sitting at the table with a disgusted look."Clean yourself up. It's pathetic." He waved his hand and they dragged me again.I was taken to a massive bathroom and told to clean myself so I didn't reek. It's not my fault I've been locked away for two weeks, covered in blood and... other things. They left and locked the door from the outside so I couldn't escape.Standing on shaky legs I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked skinnier than I prefered. My face held bruises, swollen lips and cheeks, all while covered in dried blood. My body wasn't any better.Not wanting to see myself like thi
Amilia pov:Being stuck here is awful but it has gotten better. The past couple weeks have been nicer than the beginning was.I was to stay in my room or the library, no in-between. A guard was posted at my door at all times, just as one would follow me everywhere. I was allowed three meals, each one portion controlled by him. I was even required to shower everyday and be dressed according to whatever he likes.This wouldn't be so bad to continually do for the past two months if it wasn't for his constant stare. I could feel his gaze on me, eating me alive and making my skin crawl. I have been too close to being manhandled by him to count, each one being thankfully saved by a meeting or someone visiting.It's only a matter of time before I'm not saved. That means I need to leave. I've been trying to figure out a way or plan to escape. So far the only thing I've gathered is that night time is the best time to do so. Considering guards take breaks more often and rarely checked to see if
Azrael pov:"You can't be serious!?" I struggled to hold my anger inside. I dragged my mother and father into a secluded area to speak."You're being emotional." My father removed my hand from his shoulder."Emotional? You just brought her in and expect me to be fine?" I scoffed and ran my hands through my hair."It's in the past, be a man and move on, Azrael." He sounded irritated as he tried to walk away."I'm not a man! I'm a woman, who quite frankly hates the person you're asking her to date." I spun him around to face me. He slapped me across the face without a second thought.He hated when I put my hands on him, he liked to be the untouchable leader of our shitty family. What a fucking joke."Date? You will marry her Azrael. Nothing less." I stood shocked at his words, dumbfounded he could say such a thing."I refuse-" Another strike landed on me. I knew better than to retaliate, it never ended well."You wanted to be responsible, well now you can, especially since that slutty l
Amilia pov:How long have I been here? I can't tell anymore, the days begin to blur together from the constant abuse. I didn't bother keeping track, even for my own sake.It was torture to be alive. Being brutally beaten for 'misbehaving' or displeasing Mike was something I had gotten used to. My body was in a constant state of pain and suffering from him. My mind wasn't much better. I felt like I was going crazy.Yet, that was only during the daytime. Night was worse. It didn't matter how much I screamed or begged, the violation didn't stop. Eventually I just let him do it, it was better than bleeding from trying to force him away.Every single time I felt sick, his body against mine, his noises, everything about him made me despise my own body. It was filthy because of him. I wouldn't be the same as when I was first here.The only thing that gave me the smallest amount of sanity was knowing I would find a way to escape. I was close too. Even though I had been 'misbehaving' I know th
Amilia pov:My breathing was labored, my legs and feet hurt from running, I was getting exhausted fast. I'm not sure how long I've been running for but it's been awhile.The distant sounds of people yelling, dogs barking, and occasional gunshots kept me on edge. Looking behind I could see flashlight beams peaking through the darkened forest. Not seeing where I was going made me trip and fall over, tumbling into a small ditch.I hit my head hard as I landed, with blurred vision I struggling to see anything in the dark. Clawing my way out I could hear them getting closer. Brushing the dirt and leaves off me, I booked it, pushing my body well past its limits.Running past trees and bushes I struggled to see clearly, the only light source being the moon and faint light behind me. Hearing a gunshot go over my head I ducked behind a tree and took a sharp right. I could see the lights keep going straight while I took a detour."AMILIA!" Shouts of my name made my blood pump, my adrenaline sp
Azrael pov:Why does being with you hurt? Has it always hurt this bad? Did I ever notice before it was too late?Her body moved on top of me, clinging to my shoulders for dear life, her hips thrusting as fast as she could. Josie used me as her plaything just like before, the difference now is that I didn't stop her.What's the point? I'm sure I'll have to do it eventually anyways, might as well let it happen. Life was unfair in that way, especially when the only way I could perform is thinking about Amilia. I would bury my face away and shut my eyes tight, hoping to bring her some sort of pleasure.Titling my head back she looked me in my eyes, lust filled green ones staring into my soul. She kissed me deeply, moaning when I held her hips still for a moment."Say it." She whispered against my lips, scratching at the nape of my neck. I moved my gaze away from hers."It won't mean anything." I mumbled, too ashamed to look at her."Just say it." She grunted, moving her hips again."I lov
Azrael pov:"It's really not funny." I groaned, pulling myself from under the sink."I like to think it is." Josie laughed as I had gotten gross sink water all over me."I should've just called a repair man." Going back under I try to fix the problem, only I don't really know how too."Maybe, I might be biased though. I like seeing you get dirty." I'm splashed in the face by water as she turns it on from up above."Josie!" Moving out from under the sink I'm left soaked and clogged with water in my nose. She laughs and backs up, trying to cover her mouth from the giggles."Oh no. You're wet." Smirking, I take off my shirt and toss it at her head. She squeals and throws it away. It was too late, I was already picking her up."I said it wasn't funny." Twirling her around I keep her pressed close to make her get soaked from the water as well."Put me down, you animal." Slaps my chest playfully as I squeezed more water onto her."Apologize." I smiled and brought us back to the sink."Absol