Surviving

When i remember those days i don't feel anything now, but back then i felt hurt, broken and in rage. I still am but i don't feel it now they are a part of me like breathing it has been sewn into my soul over time. It is me now and i don't have any delusions about myself i know i m darkness and i fucking love it.

Revenge, it was in my eyes when he left me and hanged me, stretching my arms with ropes in the hook tight. He left me rotting there to death for three days and i felt every bit of it, Every. Single. Agony.

I thought he was done and were not going to come now but my hope shattered when i heard his heavy steps coming down the basement and creaking of the metal door opening. He was freshly showered as always.

Smooth and deadly.

Ryan Asher; My father.

He started his ritual of burning his cigarette and pressing its burning end on my shoulder to remind me of my mistake. Mistake of not dancing with the man he asked me very sweetly at the party three days ago which was held at our house in owner of his partnership. He made me aware of the fact that I can't decline his order in any form. I am his daughter, his asset and nothing more.

I hated it but i apologised not because it was painful but for survival and one day soon when I'll take everything from him and will destroy him.

We then made our way to the upper level. His villa. He ordered Maria, our maid to feed me and make me the princess version from this rotting mess i was now. As ordered, she fed me, bathed made my bed and as soon as i got on my bed i fell asleep from all the exhaustion.