Page 27 of Broken By The Devil

After he’s done with me, he zips his pants back up like nothing has happened. I lay there on the floor, unmoving, completely numb and detached. He looks between my legs and smirks.

“Now you will never forget who was the first to claim you. Your virginity is mine and so will you be. Forever, my pet.” He turns and strolls up the stairs of the basement, leaving me on the floor.

I don’t move for what feels like hours. I have no clothes down here. I’m exposed, dirty, and cold. It takes every ounce of energy inside of me to get up and walk to the bathroom. I take off the shreds of clothing still on me and step inside the shower. The sound of water splashing off the walls, the heat from the water and the moisture from the steam all hit me at once.

I sit on the floor of the shower, press my knees into my chest, and I sob. I cry until I have nothing left. I scrub my skin until it bleeds. Teeth marks imprinted on my thigh that I’ll never be rid of. He did this to my sister. He is the reason she isn’t here anymore. She would have preferred to kill herself than remain on this earth with him haunting her every move.

I sit there for hours, refusing to move when I hear my father outside the bathroom door.

“Lia! You’ve been in there for hours! Get out now. My friends are downstairs, and they’re waiting for drinks!” he orders.

My father used to be a good man. Now… he’s a drunk. He’s being swallowed by his grief. Thea was always his favourite. Sometimes I think he would have preferred if it was me. My mother isn’t doing well either, she doesn’t come out of her room anymore. This family is shattered and now I know why.

* * *

I wake up in my room, on my bed, but my hands are tied to the headboard. He has taken from me for months now. I can’t stop it. I have nobody to help me. If I tell my father, he won’t believe me. My mother is no longer here to save me. She couldn’t cope with the grief and decided that injecting herself with insulin was the only way out for her.

I’m considering doing the same thing. It seems like the only way out at this point, as I lay here, manacled to my own bed by both wrists and ankles, with the devil straddling me, taking what he wants.

“What’s wrong, my pet? Have I finally broken you?” he chuckles.

“You will never break me!” I lie. I think he already has.

“I like a challenge,” he smirks.

My gaze darts towards the door as a sound of shuffling feet emerges. I open my mouth to scream but Tom’s hand covers my mouth preventing any noise from coming out.

“If you ever tell anyone about me, I will make sure you regret it. I took photos of your sister, you know, in all sorts of compromising positions. I’ve done the same with you. I’ve even made a scrap book.” He laughs like Satan himself.

“I’m sure you don’t want those pictures leaked, do you?” he teases.

I don’t care about the pictures of me. I care about my sisters memory. I don’t want people seeing her like that. I want the memory of her to be happy and vibrant, not of the hell she went through. If those pictures ever got out, I would have no family left, my father would leave me, and I would have nobody.

I shake my head at him.

“Good, now be a good pet and keep quiet,” he orders.

I retreat to my safe place in my head. The beach. The golden sun, shining and reflecting off the crystal blue sea. The rocky alcoves with all sorts of creatures hidden inside. The sand beneath my feet, soothing and soft. It’s the sound of the waves that soothe me most—peaceful, tranquil, comforting.

Once he’s finished with me, he takes out a flash drive from a black threaded necklace around his neck. I’ve never noticed it before.

“Just in case you ever think of telling anybody about this, I always have this on me, and I have copies. Don’t make me use them.” He threatens and strolls out of my bedroom door but turns his head suddenly.

“By the way, if you keep refusing to kiss me, we’re going to have a problem.”

There is one thing I will not give this monster and that is my first kiss. He can take my virginity, he can take my will, but I will not give him that. I will not give him my first kiss. He is not taking such an intimate moment from me. He has already taken so much. Too much.

“You can post those pictures; I will not give you that,” I declare.

“I will take it eventually; I always get what I want,” he states and saunters out of the room like he owns it and everything in it, including me.

I need to get those drives.

KADE

The temperature has plummeted, but the heat within me is boiling my blood. I had to remove my hand from Emilia’s thigh out of fear I would hurt her with my grip. Both of my hands are gripping the sand at my sides.

“My mother and Thea killed themselves because of him. He has taken so much from me Kade, and he still haunts my every movement. He cut the brakes on Cara’s car a few years ago. She almost died. I can’t do anything until I get the drives. I don’t care about my pictures, but I will not have Thea’s memory tarnished by him,” she explains.