Crave Me, My Monster

~Harriet~

"I choose to go back," my voice rang out, and then everything went black.

...

A month ago, life was peaceful. I had been the unknown daughter of the Anderson family. My sister's wedding was just a week away. I thought life was going rather peacefully. At least not until I was drugged and raped, countless pictures of my nakedness circulating the Internet. How could Mr Anderson tolerate such a promiscuous daughter?

He threw me out, announcing that he had nothing to do with me. The very moment I thought he would stand up for me, believe me when I said that I was drugged, he pushed me away and embraced his mistress and her daughter.

I was kidnapped, oblivious to was about to happen to me. But when they took me to the black market, I knew immediately what was going to happen. The way their eyes scanned my body, the way their lips curled when I trashed around–it was disgusting. Yet there was nothing I could do, or at least I thought so. They had drugged me.

“Don't worry, baby. You'll feel really good.” One of them muttered, his stinky face leaning in on my bloodied face. Did I forget to mention that they had slapped me over and over to make me behave?

I couldn't do anything about it. And so they took turns on me. Over and over again, they used my body until I felt my eyelids close. I wished to never wake up again.

I thought it was over. Until cold–chilling water hit my body, waking me up from my temporary escape. Had someone come to rescue me?

Opening my swollen eyes was a difficult task, yet I still managed to do it. But this time, I wasn't in the black market. I was somewhere else. It was night time. Completely dark, until a torch lit up. And then my eyes caught the figure. The figure that gave me hope. Her eyes shine with so much concern and my eyes watered with delight. Finally, someone who cared about me.

Kylie, my sister rushed over, crouching down.

“Oh my goodness, thank God I found you, you were missing for so long and father didn't seem to care. But how could I just sit and wait?” She muttered, more like a statement, and more like a question, but the only thing I caught clearly was the fact that my own father hadn't even bothered to find me. I still managed to smile.

“I'm glad you're here, sister,” I almost choked on my own saliva as I lifted my bound hands, hoping she would untie it.

Something flashed in her eyes that I couldn't see, but her next words had my body electrocuted.

“I'm not here to save you, though,” she muttered, staring at her perfectly manicured nails. And then I saw the look I had never seen her wear before–bone chilling coldness…

“You…”

“In fact, I'd come to make sure you don't appear in front