TW: Abuse, Blood, Violent Fantasies, Body Dysmorphia
"Summary:
Y/n met the underground rebellion. While she met them, Evelyn allowed Valerie to kill her husband Tony after Tony revealed the rebellion location. Tati is sent to go to the rebellion location and bring back every rebel there along with Y/n. While Tati is on her way Y/n meets the leader who happens to be Vincent, Valerie's ex-husband who everyone believed was dead. After the two are reunited Tati shows up breaking up the reunion and sending everyone in the underground base to the rest of the Elites. When y/n opens her eyes she is tied upside down while the rebellions are seen in cages naked and tied up. Evelyn shows up and removes Vincent from his cage only to kill him off in front of everyone as a reminder to not mess with an elite. After this Evelyn sentenced female rebels to mutilation and slavery in the breeding farms while males are sentenced to death. After this, the reader passes out from being overwhelmed and exhausted."
All caught up, good now onto the story! (sorry about the wait) :3
My claw gently stroked your cheek as I looked at your unconscious face with narrowed eyes. Why did you have to go and defy me like that? Just when I was going to forgive you for your insolence in my meeting room the other day, you turned around and made a muck of my image as a God.
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth as my claw ever so slightly knicked the skin of your cheek, causing crimson blood to slowly drip from the cut. Humans. So small, so helpless... So stupid. I bent my head down slightly closer to yours before licking up the trail of blood from your chin to the cut on your cheek.
With that, I licked my lips as I raised my head away from yours once more. Oh y/n, what am I to do with you? I sigh as a knock on my door breaks the once-peaceful silence. I stand to my feet after adjusting the blanket covering your body. I walked to my vanity before sitting down and applying some more lipstick to my lips.
"Come in, Aimiah."
With that, my daughter cracks open the door and walks in with feigned confidence as I glance at her through the mirror before continuing what I'm doing.
"What do you want, my daughter?"
My ears perk up slightly at the quiet sound of her gulping.
"I was just wondering if maybe I could....watch over y/n instead."
I glare at her through the mirror as I slowly place my lipstick down, making sure to pop my lips one last time. I turned towards her slowly before standing up once more and walking towards my daughter with a dangerous glint in my eyes. Her posture fell slightly as I towered over her small form.
"Are my keen eyes not enough for you?"
She shook slightly as I placed my manicured index claw under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. I let out a scoff as I dug my claw deeper into her chin, causing blood to stream down from the wound and onto my finger.
"Words Aimiah."
I giggled tauntingly as her figure shook like a wet dog left out in the cold. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. I tilt my head as my glaring eyes widen. This causes her to open her mouth once more, but this time, something comes out.
"I-I just d-don't think leaving y-y/n with you is a g-g-g-good idea."
I blinked. This...insolent child thinks she has the right to tell me what's a good idea and what isn't. I look past Aimiah as I stare at her long hair...the hair I gave her.
Without a word, I remove my claw from her chin and walk toward Tony's side of the bed. I opened his bed drawer and grabbed a pair of scissors.
Silently, I walked back towards my daughter as she looked at me with confusion written all over her face, but she didn't run. She knew better than to run from me. Without any hesitation, I grabbed her throat and yanked her to my height. She struggled against my hand as she choked out a plea.
"M-mother.....m-m-mommy please, I'll behave, I promise."
I winced slightly as tears fell from her face. Her pleas revert to how she used to beg for forgiveness when she was but a child. A part of me feels....guilty....is that what mortals call it, guilty? I shook my head as my softened eyes turned to a heavy glare. I can't let my child go un-checked.
With that, I began to cut off her hair. She struggled and cried but to no use. After a couple of minutes, her hair was completely cut off, leaving her with a disheveled uneven bob. I scoff as I drop her onto the floor with a thud and a crack. Aimiah whines as she holds her now broken arm from the fall.
"Next time, ...think twice, my child."
With that, I healed her wounds with the snap of my fingers and dismissed her. She cried as she quickly exited my room. Hopefully, she has learned her lesson.
I sighed as I couldn't help but look down at her hair on my floor. She...she has to learn the same way I did. It made me strong, and I know it will make her strong, too. She is my blood, after all. Yet.....I can't help but drop the scissors in disgust.
With a click of my tongue, I dismissed all thoughts of Aimiah as I refocused on y/n. I didn't hurt her that night. She simply passed out further, proving my thoughts on mortal's feeble minds. I walk over to y/n and take my seat next to her once more.
You are special y/n. You really are. As much as I don't want to hurt you...I will if it will get you to stay in line with my demands. I- I could make you perfect if you just listen. I reached my hand out and wrapped it around her throat delicately. The urge to squeeze it till her eyes pop out from the sockets nips at me.
I squeezed her throat gently, only to stop as her head turned slightly. Oh, how easy it would be to harm you, my dear. To tear your jaw from the rest of your skull and display it on my table as decoration for all to see. To rip your legs off and feed them to you so you can finally understand that I am the one in control of your little life. But....I won't. That is animalistic, and I am far from an animal.
I remove my hand from your throat. The silence nags at me as I continue to watch you closely. Counting every breath. Every twitch. Every toss and turn you make. You may not understand it yet, but you are mine to command. You are mine to possess. You are mine to kill. You will realize that soon, I suppose. With that, the rest of my time is spent watching you unblinking. Unmoved.
After hours of staring with no result of you waking up, I stand to my feet with a sigh. I adjust my robe before walking out of the room shutting the door gently behind me. I walk through the empty halls of my mansion before deciding to go downstairs.
As I descend the stairs I can hear the others In the living room. I follow the voices to see the rest of the elites eating and chatting....without me.
"Is there a reason why I wasn't invited to this little gathering that is taking place in MY home?"
The chatting immediately stops as they all turn their heads to look at me but they make no movement to stand from the couch.
Ramona lets out a sigh while she leans back onto the couch. Valerie picks at her nails as she shrinks slightly into herself hoping I don't notice her. Whereas Nadia and Tati roll their eyes. I can't help the slight anger brewing inside me as I watch Tati take a sip of her wine unbothered by my presence.
I snap my eyes away from Tati as Nadia clears her throat to speak.
"To be fair Evelyn you were too busy tending to that sickening ugly fuck of a blood bag."
She growls slightly as she describes how she views y/n as her eyes dilate in an almost psychotic manner. I rolled my eyes as I clenched my teeth slightly. I don't know why but that comment offended me. Y/n is the ground layer of perfection just waiting for me to build on.
I simply huffed as I walked toward them and sat on the couch opposite them. Nadia smiles before sliding a tray towards me. I shook my head as I slid it back to her.
"I rather not fatten myself to a disgusting amount. My figure is as perfect as my divine rule. I rather not ruin that."
Ramona chuckles as Nadia looks at me shocked.
"Evelyn you can't just not eat. What if Aimiah saw this? What example would you be teaching her?"
I raise a brow as I grab a glass of sangria wine before taking a sip. I savor the taste before answering.
"To not be a bloody pig. She has always wanted a body like mine and to possess this she could learn to skip a few meals. Come to think of it She has gotten a bit tubby lately. Clearly, I am not doing enough as a mother."
I couldn't help but give a distasteful stare at my wine before putting it down. Why did I even drink that? No wonder my daughter's fat I've been a terrible example. I stare at my reflection in my mirror living table as I can't help but notice every flaw covering my divine body. I grimace as I quickly come to a stand and speed walk back to my room ignoring Nadia trying to calm me down.
Once I re-enter my room I swiftly shut the door behind me before going into my bathroom suite to look into my full-length mirror. Have I truly gotten fat?
I remove my robe revealing my bare body. I place my hand on my large cleavage before trailing down to my stomach. I-Im disgusting. I let out a growl before picking up the mirror and throwing it to the other side of the bathroom as I let out a blood-curdling scream.
I pant heavily as the mirror shatters into pieces with one shard flying back over to me leaving a small cut on my flawless cheek. I let out a small giggle as I looked towards my other mirror above my sink. My hair was disheveled with crimson trailing against the cut on my cheek down to my chest.
I break out into a full-on laugh as I watch my blood evaporate leaving nothing but a stain on my pale gray skin. Of course, I'm not fat. What am I if not perfection? My laughter died down as I slid onto the floor gazing down at my reflection in some of the scattered mirror shards.
You are perfect. You are perfect. You are perfect. You are perfect. I AM PERFECT! With that, I snap my fingers and everything in the room is back to the way it was. I picked myself up from the floor before grabbing my robe and covering my naked body once more. With a huff and the fixing of my hair, I exit the bathroom to rejoin the only person I need at this moment. Y/n.