Chapter 1: Reflection
Lucy P.O.V
I listened to sound of the waves below deck as I sat in the corner of my cell. It was dark, and cold. Even though I knew there were others who occupied the surrounding cells it felt like no one was there. They were quiet, and whenever I tried to talk to them they would just look at me with a blank expression before turning there backs on me.
It had been a few weeks now and I've lost at least 15 pounds since I was…captured. My father always said I could stand to loose a few pounds, but even he would agree with me that this wasn't healthy. Even still it didn't feel real. The whips and the chains seemed like a mirage. Like any minute now I'd wake up to my maid Virgo telling me to get ready for the jam packed day I had ahead of me.
Even though it was dark I could still see the purple bruises that never seemed to leave. Just as soon as one seemed to vanish, another would take its place. Everyday I see them for my "session". Each time I came back with purple bruises and hickies decorating my skin. I would wake up at night screaming, covered in a cold sweat, only for the others to grumble at me before returning to their precious slumber.
The only time it does seem real is when I'm sleeping. After waking I find that I can't stop shaking and have to clamp a hand over my mouth in order for me to remain quiet. Even when I'm not at the sessions, I still hear the others getting there treatment. The only way I can seem to not focus on the screams and moans is if I busy myself with remembering all the lessons I was forced to endure when I still was at the mansion where I used to live.
For once I was actually grateful to my father. I wonder if anyone is going to come looking for me. I mean it's not like I had any friends who would miss me. The maids would miss me but couldn't do a thing because they were employed to my lame excuse of a father. He might come looking if a proposal for marriage comes up that would make him richer.
I hope my maids are alright, even though they were my maids they were more of a family to me than my father ever was. Sighing in worry I run my fingers through my long blonde hair. My hair reaches my hips and reminds me of my mother too much. I look extremely a lot like her, and am reminded of her every time I look in the mirror.
The only good thing about being in this dark cell is I can't see my reflecting. I think that's why my dad despises me. I just look too much like his late wife. At least that's how he refers her to. As the boat continued to rock I found myself getting sleepy and soon the darkness took me further into the abyss I was already in.
Hey guys! I've been thinking of starting my second story for a while now and decided to do it. If you don't know me I'm the ScarletRoseAngel. I have another story that's in progress that's called Ships in the Night. Where as that is a Nalu story and this is both a Nalu and Graylu story. This story might not be updated as much as my other story I will still update it as regularly as possible. As who Lucy ends up with, well you'll just have to wait and see. Sorry if this chapter is short, but it's the intro to this story of mine. Anyway this is the ScarletRoseAngel signing out.