Page 102 of His Cursed Heart

I see Enrique unbuckle his belt and my skin is on

fire. Do something, Althea. Move your fucking body.

But I can't.

I see Enrique taking his boxers down and I look away. I can't see this. I don't need to see how they'll break me.

I hear a foil being unwrapped and then a weigh on my lower body. I sob louder, drowning in tears.

All the fight for nothing.

If I ask them to kill me after this, will they?

Because I really want to die.

I feel Teddy grab my leg and lifts it toward him and then a pressure on my back hole.

The fear settles in my body and I shake brutally.

"NO," I beg again but I'm ignored. "Please, please, please-" My pleas are silenced by the pain that suffocates my body. I arch my back at the horrible stretch my body is being forced to.

"Happy birthday, Principessa." Enrique whispers while he pounds into me. I feel my body split in half, the pain making my vision blurry. My mouth is wide open and my sobs are gone. My tears are gone.

I'm just... numb.

"We're going to have so much fun with you." Teddy whispers and the pain intensifies as Enrique thrusts with hard pumps, making me bleed everywhere.

Present

The entire kit full of tools smashes to the wall, the sound making me flinch.

I watch with tears in my eyes how Everette loses his battle with sanity. He grabs his laptop and crash it to the floor.

We moved our conversation into the bedroom, not

wanting to wake Vincent.

"Keaton," I whisper but he doesn't listen to me. He isn't hearing me.

He continues to break things and to punch whatever is in front of him. His face is twisted in pain and his body is tight with anger.

"Keres came that day to you." He says to me and I hear his question.

"I couldn't look into her eyes again, Keaton. If she saw the broken girl, she would've stayed and she just escaped from that place." I shake my head, the memory too painful. "She was happy here with you and I made it permanent. Told her I hate her and other hurtful things that made me want to throw up." I cry because she'll never know how much it destroyed me to tell her those things.

This time, a painting went flying to the wall, shattering like my heart right now.

"Keaton stop, please." I walk in front of him and touch his arm gently.

"How long?" I frown at him. "How long did they-" He chokes up and pales more and more.

I look at my husband, my enemy who is slowly dying at what happened to me and I swear my heart can't beat faster.

"The whole month." Every week, every day.

"And your father?" Keaton spits.

"He always hid in his office." And called me a slut afterwards.

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