Freedom
Title: Freedom
Auhor: purity_of_soul
Chapter: oneshot
Genre: Angst ?
Rating: Pg-15
Warnings: abuse, violence, sad stuff, just don't read if you don't want to expect sad stuff
Pairings: Ruki x Kai
Synopsis: Written from Kai's P.O.V again. A sequel to the previous fic i wrote, The Broken Cradle Since everyone demands another chapter to it, I came up with this. So.. yeah better go and read that before proceeding to this fic! or you won't get the full picture!
“Stop crying,” his voice instructed me with anger. “Stop or else,”
I obediently choked up my tears, biting down on my cut and swollen lips, muffling down my sobs as his hands roughly and clumsily pushing onto the kitchen counter, knocking off the bitch’s favourite vase off which shattered into a million pieces on the dim tiled floor. A low chuckled came from him when he sensed my sudden panic when I stared wide eye at the direction of the broken vase.
“Scared she’ll punish you?” he brushed his lips tenderly upon the shell of my ears as he whispered dangerously low while his fingers danced underneath my oversized, overused old t-shirt. I stayed in my silence and shut my eyes, not wanting to meet those malicious dark brown eyes .
Then a jolt of pain came to me when his nails dug onto my already bruised skin, clawing deep into my hips and a displeasing growled erupts from his vocal cords. He is angry and displeased with my silence to which I had been reminded every time he decided to act upon me. I only allowed myself to let a whimper as my answer to his question. To my surprise, his grip loosen and his fingers softly caressing upon the bruise he made.
I cracked open my eyelids to see his face expression soften and his eyes grew solemn as he stared down at me. I am forever confused with his forever changing emotions which I never grew accustomed to. Within my trance of confusion, he took his chance, cupping my cheeks and pulled me into a kiss; slow and passionate which then gradually changed into fierce and dominating kiss. But it was short lived when I accidently bit onto his lips.
And my mind screamed dreadfully when he pulled away, sweeping his fingers upon his lips. ‘Tch’ his tongue click and the next moment I found my head spinning and my sight washed with white as a the temporary numb was replaced with pain. “So you want it rough, I’ll give you rough,” he growled, grabbing onto the collar of my t-shirt and threw me to the wall behind him.
My head collides first with the hard wall and I swore I heard a loud crack. Tears had began to rain down my already stained cheeks and my lips quivers; repeating those same words when I felt myself being pushed up against the wall.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you,” he smashed my head against the wall again before forcing me down in a sitting position with my back against the wall, stripping my pants and boxers down to my ankle but I couldn’t take notice of it for my senses are too occupied to the unbearable pain I am currently feeling.
And it was a second too late to fend off when I find myself screaming. Screaming in an agonizing pain as he forced himself into me, impaling himself over and over into me even as I bled, forcefully tearing my barely healed walls open again.
It felt like forever until I felt myself being picked up onto my feet and guided back downstairs into the dark basement. He laid me down on a pile of clothes that I made for my bed and went back up, locking the basement door, leaving me to wept alone in the darkness.
But tonight felt slightly different. ..
Just slightly because I find sight to dim. I could barely see the bright light of the moon that had kept me accompany during its full moon days. My head felt slightly heavier as if sleep had finally come upon me which I couldn’t have a proper one in a few years. The feeling was fleeting and I felt my senses drifted and slowly being sucked into the new found darkness as my pupils dilated.
That night, I finally found my true freedom.
Auhor: purity_of_soul
Chapter: oneshot
Genre: Angst ?
Rating: Pg-15
Warnings: abuse, violence, sad stuff, just don't read if you don't want to expect sad stuff
Pairings: Ruki x Kai
Synopsis: Written from Kai's P.O.V again. A sequel to the previous fic i wrote, The Broken Cradle Since everyone demands another chapter to it, I came up with this. So.. yeah better go and read that before proceeding to this fic! or you won't get the full picture!
“Stop crying,” his voice instructed me with anger. “Stop or else,”
I obediently choked up my tears, biting down on my cut and swollen lips, muffling down my sobs as his hands roughly and clumsily pushing onto the kitchen counter, knocking off the bitch’s favourite vase off which shattered into a million pieces on the dim tiled floor. A low chuckled came from him when he sensed my sudden panic when I stared wide eye at the direction of the broken vase.
“Scared she’ll punish you?” he brushed his lips tenderly upon the shell of my ears as he whispered dangerously low while his fingers danced underneath my oversized, overused old t-shirt. I stayed in my silence and shut my eyes, not wanting to meet those malicious dark brown eyes .
Then a jolt of pain came to me when his nails dug onto my already bruised skin, clawing deep into my hips and a displeasing growled erupts from his vocal cords. He is angry and displeased with my silence to which I had been reminded every time he decided to act upon me. I only allowed myself to let a whimper as my answer to his question. To my surprise, his grip loosen and his fingers softly caressing upon the bruise he made.
I cracked open my eyelids to see his face expression soften and his eyes grew solemn as he stared down at me. I am forever confused with his forever changing emotions which I never grew accustomed to. Within my trance of confusion, he took his chance, cupping my cheeks and pulled me into a kiss; slow and passionate which then gradually changed into fierce and dominating kiss. But it was short lived when I accidently bit onto his lips.
And my mind screamed dreadfully when he pulled away, sweeping his fingers upon his lips. ‘Tch’ his tongue click and the next moment I found my head spinning and my sight washed with white as a the temporary numb was replaced with pain. “So you want it rough, I’ll give you rough,” he growled, grabbing onto the collar of my t-shirt and threw me to the wall behind him.
My head collides first with the hard wall and I swore I heard a loud crack. Tears had began to rain down my already stained cheeks and my lips quivers; repeating those same words when I felt myself being pushed up against the wall.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you,” he smashed my head against the wall again before forcing me down in a sitting position with my back against the wall, stripping my pants and boxers down to my ankle but I couldn’t take notice of it for my senses are too occupied to the unbearable pain I am currently feeling.
And it was a second too late to fend off when I find myself screaming. Screaming in an agonizing pain as he forced himself into me, impaling himself over and over into me even as I bled, forcefully tearing my barely healed walls open again.
It felt like forever until I felt myself being picked up onto my feet and guided back downstairs into the dark basement. He laid me down on a pile of clothes that I made for my bed and went back up, locking the basement door, leaving me to wept alone in the darkness.
But tonight felt slightly different. ..
Just slightly because I find sight to dim. I could barely see the bright light of the moon that had kept me accompany during its full moon days. My head felt slightly heavier as if sleep had finally come upon me which I couldn’t have a proper one in a few years. The feeling was fleeting and I felt my senses drifted and slowly being sucked into the new found darkness as my pupils dilated.
That night, I finally found my true freedom.