Chapter 6 A BROKEN MUTATE
CHAPTER SIX
My eyes opened to a ceiling that was not mine, a room that smelled like danger and silk and something bitter I could not name. My body felt heavy, like it did not belong to me anymore. Like it had been borrowed and returned broken.
“Samantha… Samantha…”
The voice spoke gently, afraid to touch me.
I turned my head slowly and saw the nanny standing there. Her eyes held the kind of pity that burns deeper than anger. Her gaze dropped, and that was when I followed it.
Blood. Dried and dark against my thighs. My legs felt stiff, swollen, aching in a way I had never known. My clothes were torn, clinging to me like evidence I could not erase. My hair was a mess, tangled and pulled, smelling faintly of sweat and fear.
I shut my eyes again.
“Come, my child. Come,” she whispered, reaching for me.
I refused.
I wanted to sink into the bed and disappear into the sheets. I wanted the mattress to swallow me whole. I wanted sleep to drag me somewhere far from this body, far from this memory, far from myself.
Tears slid silently into my ears.
I had been raped.
The word echoed without mercy. Loud. Sharp. Final.
My virginity was gone, not given, It was taken. Ripped out of me like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.
What was left to live for after that….what kind of life do I have after this..a life of more torture ??
She tried again to lift me, but my body would not respond. My limbs felt useless. My soul felt heavier than my flesh.
“You are on Kane Draven’s bed,” she said softly.
“Remember?”
The name hit me like lightning.
I gasped and forced myself upright, pain screaming from between my legs, curling up my spine. My stomach twisted violently and I thought I would throw up.
“Let’s go out,” she said quickly, fear lacing her voice now.
I shook my head and broke down, my sobs loud and ugly and uncontrollable.
“It’s fine,” she said hurriedly, almost pleading. “Listen to me. If he comes back, it will be round two.”
The words froze me
She bent in front of me and looked straight into my eyes. “Do you want that?”
I shook my head weakly, my throat too tight to speak.
She did not hesitate again. She slid one arm across my shoulders and helped me walk despite the pain i was feeling.
She laid me on my bed, and brought warm water. The cloth touched my skin and I flinched, a broken sound tearing from my throat.
“I know,” she whispered. “I know.”
When she cleaned me, she stopped suddenly. Her hands trembled. I looked down and saw it too.
I was swollen. Bruised. Angry red marks where there should have been softness. Where there should have been innocence.
She started crying.
That broke me more than anything else.
“What happened?” she asked through tears.
I looked away
She wiped her face and forced herself to stay strong.
“Talk to me, Samantha. Please.”
I turned my face away. The walls felt too close. The air felt thick.
“I know we spoke about this before…but
“Maybe next time,” she said carefully, choosing her words like glass. “Maybe next time we can avoid this. Or maybe… maybe it can be done in a better way.”
I stared at her.
“Yes,” she continued quickly, almost desperate.
“You can have sex in a better way, Samantha. This is your fate now. Forever. But maybe you can find joy in it.”
Her words stabbed me.
“There is no such thing as an irreversible situation in life,” she added softly. “You just have to pick up the pieces and try to fix them.”
“Easier said than done,” I snapped.
She fell silent.
“Maybe when someone is in my shoes,” I continued, my voice shaking, “I want to see them rise up. I want to see them be strong.”
My chest tightened. The tears came back harder.
“But right now,” I whispered, “I cannot even stand.”
She reached for me but I pulled away.
“I can’t guarantee better days after this,” I said. “Maybe it gets worse. Maybe much worse.”
My face fell
“Kane is a wild man…he wasnt always like this” she added quietly.
“He told me to sit still,” I whispered. “To stay still.”
My hands shook as memories rushed back, sharp and unwanted.
“He said he wanted to paint me. Paint me.”
My stomach turned.
“I did,” I said quickly, desperation thick in my voice. “I swear I did. I sat still. I obeyed. I did everything he said.”
My tears dropped into the sheets.
“It was just one movement,” I continued. “Just one. I shifted slightly.”
I hugged myself tightly.
“He got worked up,” I whispered. “And then… this.”
The nanny pulled me into her arms and held me tightly. I did not fight it this time. I buried my face in her chest and cried until my body shook.
I cried for the girl I was yesterday.
I cried for the girl I would never be again.
I cried because no one had come for me.
I cried because somewhere in the world, he was fine.
And I was not.
Her arms were warm, steady, real. For a moment, I let myself pretend I was safe.
But safety felt like a lie now.
As my sobs slowly faded, darkness crept in. Maybe i should just pass on to eternity from here..maybe i should die