𝐻𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈
Hello, my names Lillith, I was born into a family of four, my mother, whom died when I was three, and my father and sister. My sister, Emma, was killed by the mafia that run the city, it had a huge impact on my father. He was stuck by her death, due to her being the favourite in the family. I was left with my abusive father, Paul to deal with his angered wrath. I'm 17, 5'4, and have long, dirty blonde hair. Anyways, heres my story.
My body met the cold wooden floor beneath me, a thud occured. My father cursed me for being a 'bitch' that evening, he had taken too many drugs, not to mention his clothes and hands having the strong, pungent scent of alchohol. I looked up, my eyes watering with salty, wet tears, I then heard him speak once more, his raspy, cold-hearted voice sent a shiver down my spine. "Stop fucking crying, slut!" He lifted his hand, smacking my cheek with the back of his palm, the pain stung through my head as I winced slightly. I failed to stop crying as tears streamed down my cheeks as my jaw clenched. I then heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, my eyes widened as fear struck my face. I was not going to lose my virginity to my own father!
He continued his abuse upon my fragile body, but then I heard a thud coming from the kitchen. I tried my best to look in that direction, but failed as father continued to beat the life out of me. Then, a voice, it was calm, yet cold, with little to no concern in it. "Paul Smith." The voice said. Father turned bluntly to face him, his face grew flustered. "Fuck off Lorenzo, i'm not interested in a threesome." Father snapped at Lorenzo. This clearly impacted Lorenzo, since he stepped towards father, grasping him by his collar, throwing him flat against the wall, before unholstering a gun, which looked like a pistol from my view. He put it against his head. My face stripped of all colour, and I scurried into a corner, Lorenzo's face had a concerned look for a moment, before continuing to its cold demeanour.
"I want the fucking payment for the debt, Paul!" He hissed, punching him in the face. Blood crippled out of his nose as my father struggled to break free, I held my mouth to prevent me from screaming, tears streamed like a river down my face. "I can't get the payment! I need more time sir!" Father tried to prevent the attack of him. I didn't even have any sympathy for him at this point, he deserved it. "No, Paul! You've had enough fucking time." Lorenzo then used the handle of the pistol he was holding, bashing it once against father's temple, causing him to fall onto the floor with a thud as blood trickled down his face.
Now, I realised that Lorenzo probably got a kings hit on father, killing him. My eyes widened and I looked up at Lorenzo, he then took a few steps towards me, towering over my small, skinny physique. I held my jaw shut with my battered hand. He then crouched down near me, using his long, lanky finger to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. My eyes then felt drousy, and I fell completely limp due to the stress and blood loss I was expiriencing due to father's abuse. Then, everything went blank.
After everything went fully black, I felt like I had had the best sleep in my entire life, not being woken up with my father’s abusive ways. I felt my eye-lids drawing open slightly, my body ached. Then, I realised, I was in a bed.. not on the floor? I shot up from my spot on the matress, my breathe rigid and on edge. My eyes scattered the room, before landing on a man in the corner, relaxing in a chair, staring directly at me. My heart skipped a beat when I recognised whom it was. Lorenzo.
My emerald orbs studied his body, before I head the same, calm, monotone voice. “Theres no need to be afraid, Lillith, i’m not here to do anything.” His voice rang through my ears like sound boards.
I struggled to regain my composure before I spoke, my voice sweet, yet dry. “I-.. Where am I? Why am I here? Wheres father?” I asked. Those were only a few of the millions of questions I had for him. Lorenzo readjusted his posture, studying my with an intrigued look plastered along his face, he then cleared his throat, answering my demand for questions. “Your in my mansion in Italy. Your here because your father decided to pay you off to me for the debt. And your father is still in California, hes been taken in for questioning by the police from your dissapearance. He has agreed not to speak anything of where you are.” Lorenzo stated.
My face stripped of colour as his remark. “What the fuck do you mean Ive been accepted in replacement for the debt?” I said, my eyebrows arching. “I never agreed to this!” I argued with hiss ramark. I heard a low, almost seductive chuckle emit from Lorenzo’s throat. “You have no choice, angel.” He said, his fingers rubbing his temple.
I was at a loss for words, so I just stayed quiet, looking down slightly. “Now, I have things to do.” He stood back up, his frame easily towering over me. “And remember, if you try and leave, i’ll pick you back up and bring you right back.” He said sternly, before opening the door to my room, closing it.
I heard the sounds of him walking away down the halls. Then the thought. 𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭..
