Flashback
Warning! Scenes of abuse and torture ahead. Read at your own risk!
Thud
Thud
Thud
An unholy shiver of fear wrecked through Tara's body as she heard the sound of booted feets make its way down the stairs.
Each ominous step made her heart skyrocket to dangerous levels that Tara began to fear it would burst out in flames.
The fact that she couldn't see a thing, being trapped in a dark room, made the situation more precarious.
Thud
Thud
Thud
''No, not again! Please God, I can't take anymore beatings today,'' Tara whimpered.
He had already visited her this morning to pour out his anger and frustrations on her before he left as abruptly as he came. He had left her a bloody mess on the bare, cold floor and she still hasn't recovered fully from the beatings.
Tara's back pulsed with raw pain that made it physically impossible for her to stand up. Hence, the reason why she had laid on her stomach in hopes to ease the pain.
He had mercilessly lashed her body with his special weapon, a cane embedded with tiny shards of razors, that she had no choice but to shield the rest of her body with her back as she took in lash upon lash.
All day her body had throbbed from the excruciating pain. It left her no room to rest or escape from the pain except relieve the painful reminder of the morning's event.
Tara could no longer hear the sound of booted feets and that instantly heightened her fear levels causing her to hyperventilate in the cold, dark room.
He was here. He had finally reached the basement!
Silence stretched forth from the other end. It was so overwhelming that it made Tara pause with bated breath as she waited for him to make a move.
He always did this, it was a special mind game of his that was designed to break her spirit and each time he did it, a bit of Tara's soul crumbled like a piece of chip.
He always played this game of hide-and-seek where he would wait outside the door for a long period of time till she let down her defenses and think the coast clear. It was at that moment that he would suddenly make an entrance and Tara's fear would be more prominent than before because she was relaxed and unprepared for his entrance.
He lived for the fear in her eyes and he got a certain kind of high from it. It literally turned him on and if, by mistake, she refused to show him fear by standing up to him, he would torture her so hard that it'll make her unconscious for days.
The door suddenly screeched open and adrenaline immediately surged through her weary body, making her sit up in fear and surprise at his early arrival.
He wasn't playing his mind games today.
She regretted her actions almost immediately as the adrenaline began to wear off. Tara's body shook wildly with the effort it took to sit upright while the pain coursed through her body but she still refused to lay back.
Not when he was already in the room.
Tara raised her head to face him and the look he sent her made her cower instinctively. It was one of pure, evil intent filled with malicious warnings that made the end of her hairs spike up in response.
Yet, her gaze never wavered from his.
He had two unspoken rules whenever he came to the basement.
Always look him in the eye.
Always call him master.
''Master,'' she managed to croak out audibly.
After a while, his obsidian eyes glinted with glee satisfied after seeing his two conditions carried out without hesitation.
''How is my little piece of trash?''
He asked with boredom, like he couldn't care what her response was. Tara knew to always reply back else she receive another round of torture.
He noticed her lack of response and growled. The sound of its dark undertones hinted to a warning that instantly began to make Tara quiver spontaneously.
Before she could even blink an eyelash, a harsh slap met her face. The sound of it reverberated through the cold walls and haunted her with its echoes.
''Whenever I ask you a question, you reply instantly. Do I make myself clear, trash?'' A waft of rotten breath drifted to her nose and Tara barely managed to restrain the bile from coming upwards.
Dark, obsidian eyes challenged hers, silently begging her to react instead of submitting.
''Yes, Uncle,'' Tara replied instead. Almost instantly, her eyes widened in horror at her words.
Oh no! She called him Uncle instead of Master!
A dark grin slowly formed on his lips, showing the deformity of his teeth. A depraved look glinted in his eyes as he watched Tara in her panicked state. His overly large body shook with unrestrained anticipation.
''Oh, girly, the things I want to do to you right now,'' his closed his eyes and grunted in appreciation as his hands moved to cup his manhood through his jeans.
''I could make a nice little hole at the centre of your spine and make sweet love to it,'' his eyes opened then and the depraved look on his face was enough to make Tara break down in tears.
Each word he said put Tara in a world of despair. Her silent tears now became loud guffaws and pinprick sensations began to form in the depths of her belly.
''Or I could make you lubricate my general down there with your blood and give me a sweet hand job while I watch you drink blood straight from my veins.'' A maniacal laugh boomed from his lips.
What had Tara gotten herself into? She would have avoided all these if she had not made the mistake of calling him uncle.
Why then did she make such a mistake? She knew that he would make good on his threats yet she couldn't think of how to get out of this hole she dug herself.
Let alone how she was going to survive the mental abuse.
''Please, master, I- I am sorry,'' A pathetic attempt at trying to avoid the inevitable, but it was one she would take. She crawled back to the furtherest corner of the room, trying to put some space between her and the monster in front of her.
Each step he took towards Tara, made her cower further into the corner until she was trapped between walls with nowhere to hide.
A predatory smirk curled on those disgusting lips of his when he noticed that she had no where to run.
He crouched down until he was eye to eye with her face. Tara literally blanched in fear and panic from his closeness and her heart rate kicked up like a vending machine.
She was no longer crying instead, her body was now tensed up. She stilled with breath held in and eyes on him. It took everything she had not to crumble right there but she held on desperately to the fragments of her composure. She dared not make a move to irritate him at this moment.
''Too bad I can't go ahead with my plans. As it stands I will be unable to have you for myself anymore,'' he spoke with fake enthusiasm and mock sadness.
The relief that coursed through her body was palpable. It was so instantaneous that she relaxed immediately and a rush of breath escaped her lungs.
''Don't get too excited yet, girlie. What I have planned for you is so much worse than everything you've ever experienced under my care.''
His words instantly crushed her soul. Tara started to conjure up different kind of torture and each one did nothing to assuage her frightened mind.
What would he do now?
''You will be broken beyond repair like shattered piece of glasses unable to reform back to normality. Your very purpose and worth will be degraded until you become a mindless and worthless thing. You won't even be a human any longer, you'll become a nothing,'' he concluded with a sneer laced with disgust.
As he stood up, three, large men dressed in black stepped into the room. They all shared a glance with master and one nod from him had them barging towards her direction.
Tara tried to back away but the wall behind prevented her from doing so. Each of them grabbed her hands as the third man held on firmly to her legs.
''No! Master please, I promise not to defy you any longer! Please don't take me away!'' She struggled relentlessly against their hold but to no avail. They were too strong.
Tara did not know why she was being taken, but she got the feeling that where she was headed would be worse than what she experienced with her master and his words were proof enough.
Her pleas reached deaf ears that took delight in her misery and for the hundredth time, Tara wondered why her uncle, monster, treated her with such cruelty.
''Too bad,'' he tutted. ''I won't be there to watch you fade.''
Those were the last words Tara heard from him before the third man knocked her unconscious.
Tara never knew that they were going to be his last words. Neither did she have an idea as to the horrors she will face in the future.
Before she slipped into darkness, Tara established one thought in her mind. The one thought she had been unwilling to accept and believe.
That she was indeed a piece of trash.
Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, I had a bit of writer's block. I hope you enjoyed this.
Thud
Thud
Thud
An unholy shiver of fear wrecked through Tara's body as she heard the sound of booted feets make its way down the stairs.
Each ominous step made her heart skyrocket to dangerous levels that Tara began to fear it would burst out in flames.
The fact that she couldn't see a thing, being trapped in a dark room, made the situation more precarious.
Thud
Thud
Thud
''No, not again! Please God, I can't take anymore beatings today,'' Tara whimpered.
He had already visited her this morning to pour out his anger and frustrations on her before he left as abruptly as he came. He had left her a bloody mess on the bare, cold floor and she still hasn't recovered fully from the beatings.
Tara's back pulsed with raw pain that made it physically impossible for her to stand up. Hence, the reason why she had laid on her stomach in hopes to ease the pain.
He had mercilessly lashed her body with his special weapon, a cane embedded with tiny shards of razors, that she had no choice but to shield the rest of her body with her back as she took in lash upon lash.
All day her body had throbbed from the excruciating pain. It left her no room to rest or escape from the pain except relieve the painful reminder of the morning's event.
Tara could no longer hear the sound of booted feets and that instantly heightened her fear levels causing her to hyperventilate in the cold, dark room.
He was here. He had finally reached the basement!
Silence stretched forth from the other end. It was so overwhelming that it made Tara pause with bated breath as she waited for him to make a move.
He always did this, it was a special mind game of his that was designed to break her spirit and each time he did it, a bit of Tara's soul crumbled like a piece of chip.
He always played this game of hide-and-seek where he would wait outside the door for a long period of time till she let down her defenses and think the coast clear. It was at that moment that he would suddenly make an entrance and Tara's fear would be more prominent than before because she was relaxed and unprepared for his entrance.
He lived for the fear in her eyes and he got a certain kind of high from it. It literally turned him on and if, by mistake, she refused to show him fear by standing up to him, he would torture her so hard that it'll make her unconscious for days.
The door suddenly screeched open and adrenaline immediately surged through her weary body, making her sit up in fear and surprise at his early arrival.
He wasn't playing his mind games today.
She regretted her actions almost immediately as the adrenaline began to wear off. Tara's body shook wildly with the effort it took to sit upright while the pain coursed through her body but she still refused to lay back.
Not when he was already in the room.
Tara raised her head to face him and the look he sent her made her cower instinctively. It was one of pure, evil intent filled with malicious warnings that made the end of her hairs spike up in response.
Yet, her gaze never wavered from his.
He had two unspoken rules whenever he came to the basement.
Always look him in the eye.
Always call him master.
''Master,'' she managed to croak out audibly.
After a while, his obsidian eyes glinted with glee satisfied after seeing his two conditions carried out without hesitation.
''How is my little piece of trash?''
He asked with boredom, like he couldn't care what her response was. Tara knew to always reply back else she receive another round of torture.
He noticed her lack of response and growled. The sound of its dark undertones hinted to a warning that instantly began to make Tara quiver spontaneously.
Before she could even blink an eyelash, a harsh slap met her face. The sound of it reverberated through the cold walls and haunted her with its echoes.
''Whenever I ask you a question, you reply instantly. Do I make myself clear, trash?'' A waft of rotten breath drifted to her nose and Tara barely managed to restrain the bile from coming upwards.
Dark, obsidian eyes challenged hers, silently begging her to react instead of submitting.
''Yes, Uncle,'' Tara replied instead. Almost instantly, her eyes widened in horror at her words.
Oh no! She called him Uncle instead of Master!
A dark grin slowly formed on his lips, showing the deformity of his teeth. A depraved look glinted in his eyes as he watched Tara in her panicked state. His overly large body shook with unrestrained anticipation.
''Oh, girly, the things I want to do to you right now,'' his closed his eyes and grunted in appreciation as his hands moved to cup his manhood through his jeans.
''I could make a nice little hole at the centre of your spine and make sweet love to it,'' his eyes opened then and the depraved look on his face was enough to make Tara break down in tears.
Each word he said put Tara in a world of despair. Her silent tears now became loud guffaws and pinprick sensations began to form in the depths of her belly.
''Or I could make you lubricate my general down there with your blood and give me a sweet hand job while I watch you drink blood straight from my veins.'' A maniacal laugh boomed from his lips.
What had Tara gotten herself into? She would have avoided all these if she had not made the mistake of calling him uncle.
Why then did she make such a mistake? She knew that he would make good on his threats yet she couldn't think of how to get out of this hole she dug herself.
Let alone how she was going to survive the mental abuse.
''Please, master, I- I am sorry,'' A pathetic attempt at trying to avoid the inevitable, but it was one she would take. She crawled back to the furtherest corner of the room, trying to put some space between her and the monster in front of her.
Each step he took towards Tara, made her cower further into the corner until she was trapped between walls with nowhere to hide.
A predatory smirk curled on those disgusting lips of his when he noticed that she had no where to run.
He crouched down until he was eye to eye with her face. Tara literally blanched in fear and panic from his closeness and her heart rate kicked up like a vending machine.
She was no longer crying instead, her body was now tensed up. She stilled with breath held in and eyes on him. It took everything she had not to crumble right there but she held on desperately to the fragments of her composure. She dared not make a move to irritate him at this moment.
''Too bad I can't go ahead with my plans. As it stands I will be unable to have you for myself anymore,'' he spoke with fake enthusiasm and mock sadness.
The relief that coursed through her body was palpable. It was so instantaneous that she relaxed immediately and a rush of breath escaped her lungs.
''Don't get too excited yet, girlie. What I have planned for you is so much worse than everything you've ever experienced under my care.''
His words instantly crushed her soul. Tara started to conjure up different kind of torture and each one did nothing to assuage her frightened mind.
What would he do now?
''You will be broken beyond repair like shattered piece of glasses unable to reform back to normality. Your very purpose and worth will be degraded until you become a mindless and worthless thing. You won't even be a human any longer, you'll become a nothing,'' he concluded with a sneer laced with disgust.
As he stood up, three, large men dressed in black stepped into the room. They all shared a glance with master and one nod from him had them barging towards her direction.
Tara tried to back away but the wall behind prevented her from doing so. Each of them grabbed her hands as the third man held on firmly to her legs.
''No! Master please, I promise not to defy you any longer! Please don't take me away!'' She struggled relentlessly against their hold but to no avail. They were too strong.
Tara did not know why she was being taken, but she got the feeling that where she was headed would be worse than what she experienced with her master and his words were proof enough.
Her pleas reached deaf ears that took delight in her misery and for the hundredth time, Tara wondered why her uncle, monster, treated her with such cruelty.
''Too bad,'' he tutted. ''I won't be there to watch you fade.''
Those were the last words Tara heard from him before the third man knocked her unconscious.
Tara never knew that they were going to be his last words. Neither did she have an idea as to the horrors she will face in the future.
Before she slipped into darkness, Tara established one thought in her mind. The one thought she had been unwilling to accept and believe.
That she was indeed a piece of trash.
Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while, I had a bit of writer's block. I hope you enjoyed this.
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