Kapitel 15: Abuse

I was kidnapped from the only life I knew and thrown into this hell. I wake up every morning sore and tired from the previous night. Bruised from the torture my "husband" inflicts upon me. I have become his punching bag and someone to slate his lust on. When I am not being beaten or raped, I am on display, being dressed up like a living doll. I hardly have a minute to myself. I am constantly being watched, constantly being followed. I have no safe place. No one to confide in. I am alone. The only thing I can be grateful for is the fact that Hiro doesn't know about Elijah.

"Honey, I'm home."

I look up from the only distraction available to me, a book. Hiro walks into the sitting room and runs his fingers through my long black hair. I have learned not to flinch when he touches me. He loves seeing the fear in my eyes.

"What have you done today Himeko?" Hiro asks as he continues to play with my hair.

"N-Nothing really, just read a little."

"Hmmmm. We have an event to go to tonight. The maids have prepared a dress for you. Go put it on. We leave in 30 minutes. Don't make me have to come get you."

"I-I will go right away."

I run up the stairs to our bedroom. laid out on the overly plush king size bed is a tiny slip of nothing. I pick it up and hold it up to myself. There is no way I can fit in this, it won't cover anything!

"Is there anything wrong Himeko?" Hiro says as he walks towards me with panther like grace. Our eyes meet in the mirror and he smirks cruelly.

"25 minutes left Himeko. You don't want to disappoint me on our first night out do you?"