Chapter 1- Routine Life
***Warning***
Hey, lovelies! This is my first story, I started this story many years ago, and wrote about 3 chapters and didn't touch it again for maybe 4 years. During that time, this storyline was always on my mind. So I'm restarting the story on this day- Jan. 2. 2020.
Finished on Aug. 16. 2020
I'm writing this story for me because this is what I want to read. They say to write for yourself and not for the satisfaction of others, that's what this is.
WARNING! This story will include dark themes (such as self-harm, abuse, violence, R@PE) and adult themes (such as sexual content and cursing). You are reading this at YOUR OWN RISK and this is a warning, if you aren't comfortable with any of the things listed please remove yourself from my story. Much love! There will be NO WARNING before at the beginning of the chapters. THIS IS YOUR WARNING!!!!! Contains R@PE and TRIGGERS!!!!!
Now I'm adding this is because many have mentioned it's 'too much' THERE ARE MANY TRIGGERS in this book LIKE SELF HARM AND DEMEANING COMMENTS AND R@PE. Don't read it if you're younger - just ? no ?
The 'abuse' goes for a while and the 'Turing point' isn't till about halfway so it may be hard to get through. Please know yourself and stop ?
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Any names that resemble real people are purely coincidental and are all figures of my imagination. The storyline along with the characters are mine and no one else's. If I find my story anywhere but here, you will be contacted!
Thank you and enjoy reading,
The Alpha.
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I can't feel anything. My body was numb. My eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling, and I blocked out the grunts of the man on top of me- violating me if that's what it can even be considered because for the amount of time he's done this act of sin, what could he possibly be violating? He's r@p*ed me a countless amount of times over the past seven years.
I was knocked out of my trance when I heard his belt buckle and he looked back at me. I quickly averted my eyes, knowing it was disrespectful to look an Alpha in their eyes.
"You're a good fv*ck mate, now get dressed," he yanked me up by my hair, "and get downstair to fix dinner slut," He finished by smacking me back down on the bed and leaving my room, the sound of the door slamming rang in my ears.
I huddled myself in a ball as I squeezed my eyes shut. I despise this place... After a few moments of battling my emotions, I decided to get dressed and do what was told of me before my actions caught up with me. I rummaged around for clothing and found some jeans and a long sleeve shirt, it had a few rips at the ends but it did its job.
Sneaking downstairs has become a habit. I hated having the monster find me because once he did…
I made small steps into the kitchen and started preparing food for the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. I like to think of myself as a decent cook, I could whip up decent meals. I was a better baker but I don't get to do a lot of that. I started cooking dinner which consisted of steak, corn, and pasta.
They all came into the kitchen together being obnoxiously loud, I flinched in response due to impulse. They sat at the table and I filled their plates and set them in front of the men, starting with the Alpha and finishing at the Gamma. I went to walk away until the monster's voice stopped me.
"fv*ck toy! Get your @ss over here!" I silently walked back cowering my head down keeping my eyes at my feet. Apparently, I was walking too slow because the brute thrashed out and grabbed my arm yanking me forward.
I stumbled and ended up falling on my knees on the side of his seat, keeping my head down, the tears already started streaming down my face. He moved his grip on my hair and yanked it back so my head shot up. I quickly averted my eyes.
"Tell me," his grip got tighter and I whimpered, "what the fv*ck is this shit?" he belted and he snatched the plate and slammed it on the ground flying mere millimeters near my face, I flinched and it didn't go unnoticed by him.
"I'll give you something to fv*cking flinch at bitch," and he yanked me up and slammed my face in the Beta's plate. He tore me away after then pulled me up as he stood, "you fv*cking useless piece of shit!" He threw my body to the ground and landed a kick to my stomach. Immediately I curled up. The tears didn't stop as he landed kick after kick. He stopped and I stayed curled in a ball, I heard his feet stomp back to the table, followed by the other chairs scooting back and the men standing up.
I made the mistake of looking up at him because the moment I moved my head I saw the other plates and food come crumbling down and I rapidly went back into the ball. One plate smacked me on my head and the other shattered in front of my face, the glass flying up and cutting me as I tightened the ball I was in. He grabbed my hair and smacked it against the tiled floor one last time before he spoke again.
"Boys, have your go at the bitch, and then bring her to my room when you're done." I was immensely alarmed. Have your go? They never r@*ped me. Touched me? Yeah. Beat me? Of course. I started sobbing, not caring now about the noise I make.
He walked away and right as he reached the threshold that separated the kitchen from the living room he turned and said: "And try not to make her too bruised for me." He chuckled and I gagged. Too bruised? Was that even possible? I clenched my eyes shut to try to stop the tears.
They both chuckled as the Beta pushed me onto my back. I didn't stop crying even when the gamma told me to 'shut the fv*ck up'. The beta pulled out his belt along with the Gamma. The Beta snatched me up by my hair and started to whip me across my wet cheeks. I cried harder as he forced my hands to stay down, the Gamma took my hand and placed it on his c*0c*k and started to stroke his p*e*n*i*s while holding my hand.
What was he doing? This never happened!
Next thing I knew the Gamma pulled back his belt, as I slumped to the ground, my head spinning from the blows, the Beta dragged me up from the floor and threw me over his shoulder. I gasped in pain as a burning sensation flared in my stomach, now the question is, is it my fractured ribs, my knife wounds from yesterday or the blows that my stomach received mere minutes ago?
The Beta hauled me upstairs and went into the Alpha's room and threw my battered body on his bed. They both left, and I brought my hands to my eyes and I started to cry and then the door creaked open to reveal the sadist himself. He came in his jeans and had that foul look in his eyes. He stalked me like prey and I sniveled.
"My dear Violet, you've been a very bad girl." He got to the edge of the bed and every fiber in my body screamed to get away from him but I knew better. He took off his belt and I moved my eyes there.
It was then I noticed the shiny knife in his pocket. He laid out the belt then took out the knife. I closed my eyes knowing how this was going to end, me lying bloodied and wishing I was dead.
He had a dark chuckle, "I'm excited for this, this right here is a new knife" He mused as he picked it up and admired it. He threw his arm up and quickly slammed it down into my flesh. I screamed in agony as he pierced my stomach. He slid the knife down to my hip bone and then pulled out the knife as I sobbed and sobbed. Through blurry eyes I saw as he brought the knife covered in my blood to his lips, he slid it on his tongue and I felt like puking.
"Your insides taste amazing…" he slurred as if he was buzzed from that and I cried harder. "But, your p*v*ssy tastes even better" he stated as he quickly switched the knife to the belt and slapped it down on my private area between my legs.
I bit back a scream, knowing it would just turn him on even more. His hands went to his pants and he yanked them down along with his boxer. Once he was done with that, he took a proper hold on his belt and then whipped it down on my fresh cut, I couldn't contain my scream. I hollered. My tear came down like it was a downpour. Heat enfolded my whole abdomen. It was painful. Burning. Excruciating.
He kept slashing the bet on my tender skin as I cried and meekly begged him to stop- and as always he never stopped. I did a quick glance at my body and saw that my stomach was practically covered in blood. After some time he stopped his torture, but that was only his warm-up because he tossed the belt across the room and then yanked my figure closer towards him by grabbing my foot. I continued to cry as he plowed his way into my body. And the only thing on my mind was the same as every other time he's done this.
Why me?
