Vows of Vengeance

Lena's POV

Immediately the devil stepped out of the room I broke into loud tears, I wailed and wept like a bereaved and found no consolation. Every nerve and fibre in me ached, I found no meaning to live anymore and desperately wished that I was dead.

The pain in my heart surpassed the one at my lower abdomen. At twenty-three I am or was still a virgin but not anymore. When I kept myself pure, I never for once imagined it would snatched from my by a monster in the cruelest way ever.

Robbed of my dignity and treasure, I was referred to as a slut and accused of faking it then left to deal with the aftermath. I swore, cursed but nothing happened so I picked myself up, weakly and found my way into the bathroom. I ran a hot bath and laid in the jacuzzi, attempting to drown myself which was futile.

The entire scene replayed in my head like a stuck endless loop.

The desecration, my pleas and unsuccessful protests. I disgust myself, still feeling his touch on my skin and his raspy breath on my neck.

I washed off the blood from my body, still feeling sore and scrubbed my skin until it bleed, trying to get off his touch from me. I ended up spending hours crying, screaming and scrubbing until there was no ounce of strength left in me. Reluctantly and mindlessly, I dried myself with a towel and returned to the room to find a tray of food on the bedside table and a drawer with it's doors flung open.

It contained several dresses so I settled for a short floral black dress which matches my life, mourning my despised past, hellish present and unclear future. I crouched in a corner, sobbing until I fell asleep.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A thunderous voice echoed.

I gasped and my eyes fluttered open but no one was there, my heartbeat had increased and I realized I was hallucinating but it didn't get better. I starved the entire day and at night, he came back and did worse to me than the previous day and the circle continued, only that I began to eat and got more scared of the littlest thing.

I was slowly losing my mind and the days that followed was more hellish than ever, I became accustomed to the pain.

There was no essence to life anymore. As long as I kept living as Luna, I would suffer for her sins and there was no way I'd reveal this to anyone, my family's life would be ruined if Richard knows but I was tired of having to live like a vixen been punished for her past sins.

No one cares about me, not even my parents so I took a very important decision, it was time to end it all. A scar was written on me forever with an indelible scar. I couldn't sleep for the fear of my own traumatizing monster.

It kept resonating in my ears that I am just a piece of trash, no one loves me anyway, I could cease to exist and the world would not be different, therapy won't be happy to heal it either.

I lost what it feels like to be human, to live and now I simply existed. I wanted to be free from the confines of the world, to seek peace and solace.

When I left the house, nobody noticed. The maids didn't say a word to me neither did anyone pay attention so I walked out of the gates into the streets lost in my own thoughts. Hours later, I tried calling my parents and Mom picked up.