A/N:
Some bits in this chapter are very discomforting, so if you are not comfortable with some of the violence, please don't read it! I wouldn't wish for any of you to feel uncomfortable which is why I made sure to warn you in advance.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 29 - Déjà Vu
Scarlett's POV
"Mother." I breathed in sheer disbelief as she circled me, the same way a predator does while examining its prey.
"We'll skip the pleasantries, shall we?" She said nonchalantly as she trailed her long slender finger across my jaw.
A million thoughts and questions were running through my mind but I felt physically unable to utter a single word.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammered, looking up at her. "What is going on?"
Her eyes used to be the warmest shade of chocolate brown, so kind and sincere, and now, looking at her, they had lost any trace of emotion, they were simply cold and detached.
"My, so many questions!" She laughed humourlessly before grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head upwards, painfully, as I bit my tongue. "You will speak only when you are spoken to, do you understand?" She hissed loudly.
"Yes," I whispered as she let go of my hair, pushing my head with such force I almost slumped onto the ground.
The high pitched sound of screaming and loud grunting echoed from the next room as my eyes widened in realisation at what was happening.
It was Marcus, wasn't it?
"What's the matter, baby girl? Can't take the sound of fucking?" She taunted, smirking. "Maybe I ought to stick you in there with them. Marcus will definitely show you a good time."
"Bitch!" I screeched, feeling as though I was about to burst a vein.
"Did you just speak out of turn to me - again?" She asked, her voice low and dangerous.
"You asked me a question and I answered it." I snarled, knowing I'd just landed myself into more trouble, but someone needed to teach this woman that I wasn't about to go down without a fight.
"Take her to the basement." She snapped her fingers as two of her guards came up beside me, dragging me out of the room.
"What do you want us to do?" One of them questioned as my mother placed a finger on her chin, looking upwards at the ceiling.
"I want you boys to show her what happens to disobedient little girls," she smirked, watching me.
"No! Please!" I screamed as the other guard slammed his fist into my face, the sickening crunch of a broken bone echoed within the walls of the room. I bit so hard on my tongue, I felt the warm blood trickle down my throat.
The guards pushed me into what looked like a torture chamber; rusted shackles hung from the ceiling, whips and belts were proudly on display along the walls, but the worst weapon of all made my heart stop.
In its very own grand glass cabinet sat at least fifteen knives, haunting me.
Jeering.
Taunting.
I felt my head spin as my eyes landed on a dagger.
A gold and black handled dagger.
Faintly, I made out the inscription etched in dark silver on the blade:
OHC
Oliver Hunter Cameron.
This was my father's favorite blade.
I remember how violently berserk he became when he'd lost it, he had beaten me so badly that day I probably would have died if he hadn't stopped when he did.
"Strip." One of the guards commanded, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"No, please," I begged quietly as he threw me to the floor while the other proceeded to take off my shoes before pulling my trousers down. "Please! Stop!" I screeched loudly, hot tears falling down my cheeks.
Ignoring my pleas, the guard stood me up, tearing my cashmere sweater, leaving me only in my underwear. I choked down my sobs as I tried to cover my body with my arms, staring at the ground. He gripped my arms and held them tight above my head.
"God, I would have fücked her till her eyes rolled back but... It's fücking disgusting," the guard spoke distastefully as he looked at me with pity.
"God, they're fücking vile," the other guard commented, eyeing my body with disgust. "Marcus'll love her though. He'd fück anything."
"Let's just do what Boss told us to and tie her up over there." He gestured towards the shackles on the other side of the basement.
Within a split second I found myself thrown against the wall, a pair of heavy combat boots collided with my stomach so painfully I felt vomit rise from my throat. My face was met with fifty or so consistent punches that by about thirty I felt nothing but numbness in my face.
A half hour later after belting my legs and stomach and almost choking me to death, they tied my wrists to the rusting shackles, leaving me dangling there as they left, bolting the doors shut.
I tried to open my eyes.
I tried so hard.
But it wouldn't happen.
I could feel my eyelids swelling up with every passing minute, my lips felt as though they had been sliced through repeatedly and my entire body ached so badly I wished they had just killed me.
The only good thing to come out of this was Jasper's safety. If he had to go through what I just did I don't think I would have been able to cope with it.
I want to die, I screamed inside my head. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. This was becoming too frequent an occurance and it was only becoming worse as I became older.
I felt as though I'd been in here for hours upon on hours when in reality it had only been around two. Suddenly, I heard the bolts being unlocked as she stepped in.
She had changed her clothes into a beautiful deep purple gown, her dark blonde hair was styled elegantly across her shoulders but her face sickened me.
Yes, to an outsider she would look like the most beautiful woman they would have ever laid their eyes on, but to me?
She was an ugly woman.
A woman of no morals.
A woman made of sheer hatred and evil.
"It's Elie Saab, you know," she stated flippantly before sighing, probably because of the dumbfounded expression on my face. "The dress, you dumb bïtch."
I nodded silently as I realised that I was practically naked in front of this psychopathic woman I once called mom so lovingly.
She must have sensed my discomfort as she strode towards me in her ridiculous stilettos, full of confidence and arrogance. Her cold slender finger trailed along the scars on my stomach as my body trembled uncontrollably.
"Oliver didn't mess around, did he?" She chuckled to herself. "You're such an ugly girl, Scarlett, did you know that?"
I kept my gaze on the ground before she pulled my chin towards her, forcing me to look at her.
"I said, did you know that?" She repeated harshly.
"Yes," I choked out as she smiled in triumph.
"I don't know what that billionaire sees in you," she commented thoughtfully as my blood boiled in anger. "Struck a nerve, have I?"
"Don't talk about him again." I snapped unable to keep the anger out of my voice.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, when we're done with him, no one will mention his name again," she giggled like a complete and utter psychopath.
Dear God, of all the psychopathic mothers in the world, did you really have to make her my mother?
"Marcus said -"
"Marcus says what I tell him to say, thick whøre," she laughed, shaking her head. "Dumb as well as ugly, he really struck gold with you didn't he?"
"Why the fück are you doing this, you evil bitch?" I sneered, glaring at her.
"Watch your tone, Scarlett," she warned retrieving my fathers blade from inside the cabinet as my heart thumped loudly against my broken rib cage.
"Oh, God," I whispered as she shushed me, bringing her lips to my ears.
"I'm going to make sure you remember this moment for the rest of what you have left of your life."
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A/N:
Hey guys!
This chapter was so hard to write! Her mother is one weird ass woman, don't you think?! She's not even real and she makes me so angry!
I'm sorry for the horrible, teasing end to this chapter but hopefully the closure will arrive soon enough!!
I don't know about you guys but when her mother calls her an ugly girl I can't help but read it in Gru's mum's accent from Despicable Me, it's so weird!
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Ana