Digimon: The Darkest Dreamer
Chapter 1
FoxAnima:
Yeah, this series is going to give you readers a glimpse of the darker side of digimon. I'm introducing a new character, Ayame. And she may just have a romance with someone in the frontier cast. wink wink nudge nudge
Anywho, on with the story!
"Bitch!"
The sound of the slap reverberated off the walls, along with the harsh words that had spewed from his foul mouth.
Ayame's face, coloured pink from the blow, stayed blank.
She felt the tears gather behind her eyelids, but she refused to loose them. That would only show her father how much he had hurt her.
Slowly, she straightened her posture and, looking him straight in the eyes, said, "I'm leaving"
Unlike the previous times, her voice did not waver. She showed no weakness.
The man before her was confused; she had never acted so strongly towards him.
Ayame turned, and began to walk away.
"Get back here you filthy whore!" He screamed, "You belong to me!"
Ayame ignored him, opening the door and exiting the apartment. Her breath was shallow, almost forced. She needed to leave. Now.
She heard her father approaching, "GET BACK HERE!" he roared.
She gasped and began to run to the emergency exit. The dim, flickering sign her only chance of survival. It had never been this bad before.
Ayame screamed as she was pushed sideways against the wall, hoping someone would come to her aid.
Her father grabbed a handful of ebony locks and pulled Ayame to her feet, where she was previously cowering, her courage evaporated.
Putting his other hand behind her neck, he steered her back into the apartment, where no one could interfere.
Normally, a person in the situation that Ayame now found herself in would scream for help and plead for mercy. But sadly, Ayame was used to this kind of treatment, and the inhabitants of the building cared not for the well-being of a 15 year old teenager.
Her father pushed her through the hallways and into the apartment, banging the door shut behind him.
Slamming his daughter up against the wall, her father began to unbuckle his pants.
Ayame coughed, her nostrils filled with the acrid smell of the alcohol on his breath. It was always worse when he drank.
"I'll tame you yet girl," he muttered, running his hands up her shirt, resting them on her breasts.
Ayame shuddered, but did not fight him.
It was always worse when she fought him.
FoxAnima:
O.O Things are looking bad for Ayame. But things couldn't have always been like this, could they? And when do the digimon show up?
Well you're gonna have to find out on the next episode of
Digimon: The Darkest Dreamer