"Only when I needed a break that I told him…how about he use your body as an outlet until he can control his strong urges and handle me gently."
Three years ago Zyan entering my bedroom while I cried for my mother before holding me gently.
'No buts, Lianna.' he had murmured, fingers tightening. 'I need you tonight. Just this once…be good for me. '
I was exhausted. It hurt. I told him.
‘Just once more darling’ he whispered instead, while my body was already trembling, bruised and hollowed out.
And I let him because I thought it was love.
Victoria lifted one manicured finger, her smile widening as she saw my face morphing into shades of anguish, as if whatever slept within me had heard those words and hated them.
"Shame the result of that day was born a bastard. But then again…children copy their mothers right? "Her smile was gentle. "Even now a whore like you will breed a whore, won’t you-"
Before she could say another word, a thunderous slap cracked through the atmosphere violently.
Crack!
The sound was so brutal that Victoria’s face twisted to a side, blood trailing down her lips.
For the first time, the woman who always looked untouchable looked small.