A/N- Okay, so this is pretty sad! I've wanted to write something like this for ages. The Paramour Challenge gave me that inspiration! Try it out guys! I think I can rate this T? Please tell me if you disagree. Anyway, my theme was Pleasure, and my prompts were Rough, Phantom, Contempt, Plead and Indifference. Some are more subtle than others. The phantom one is used as the voices in her head- wasn't sure what to do with that one so yeah. Sorry about the really long authors note!
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With every slap, every pain inflicted, she became bound closer to him. He didn't want to hurt her, just to remind her. Remind her of her place.
They would have sex. He would cause pain. She'd rock in the corner, trying to console herself. He'd slap her; tell her all the worthless things she was. A reminder to keep strong.
Through the torment, all her heart could feel was pleasure.
It was a cycle. She couldn't escape.
Wake up, sometimes in the wrong bed.
Worthless.
Skip breakfast.
Worthless.
Try and clean, or cook, or do anything.
Worthless.
Skip more meals.
Worthless.
A blank phone call with Astoria.
Worthless.
Meetings with psychologists.
Worthless.
Sneak away to Lucius.
Worthless.
Adultery.
Worthless.
Slip back into bed with Blaise. Get no sleep.
Worthless.
Plead with him not to send her to rehab, to hospital. She wasn't insane.
Worthless though.
She had a fight with Blaise. He only wanted her to get better. Better? She didn't understand.
"This is what you deserve."
"You disgust me."
"Weak."
Lucius' words were always hammering at her skull. She always had to go back to him.
She couldn't stop.
He opened the door. Looked at her through half lidded eyes. Walked off, door wide open.
He wants you here. Prove your worth.
Pain. Pain again. Why did it always give her body so much pain, but her heart so much pleasure?
He was done. He walked out. "Sort yourself out. Half an hour."
Come on Daphne, don't be weak.
She crawled on the floor, into her corner. The voices were coming, shallow whispers turning into screeches.
She covered her ears, trying to shut them out.
The voices are always here.
Their screams turned into her own, as she rocked, arms clinging to her skeletal legs like her mind to its sanity.
He came up, pulled her hands away from her ears. She was disconnected. He stroked her hair, the indifference gone from his eyes for a fraction of a second.
Lucid again, she ran. She always ran.
This time, Blaise was awake.
"Where've you been?"
She couldn't talk.
He was going to hurt her.
He was going to be the same.
Her screams echoed through the house as he scooped her up and brought her to their bed.
She curled up into a tiny ball, she wanted to disappear.
He tried to make her eat. She refused. She wanted to disappear.
Worthless. Fat. Ugly. Whore. Disgusting.
Die.
She tried to die. She wanted too. Blaise just wouldn't let her go.
Lucius. You need Lucius.
She screamed at the voices to go away.
She was stuck in her twisted world of insanity.
"Help, Daphne. You need help."