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Chapter 1: Suffer I
She was bleeding again.
It trailed down her arms and continued its way past her wrists to her fingertips. Her chocolate eyes held no emotion in them and she bore a simple white cloth that barely covered her figure as it exposed a majority of her cleavage and came just below her butt. Bruises and scars and flesh wounds covered her body as more blood trailed down her arms, staining the inky ground below her red. No tears fell from her eyes and a bruise had formed on her left eye in the shape of a fist, struggling to keep it open. Her body ached yet she did not call out in pain.
No, what she was dealing with was suffering. She had been suffering for a majority of her life.
She stared up to the black sky and her split lip was open, as if she was ready to call out to someone.
Was there anyone out there?
Her gaze dropped down to the inky depth below her and saw no reflection cast up at her. The blood continued to trail down her arms and the pain, oh the pain, was slowly becoming to much for her.
Why was she put through so much suffering?
Her lip now trembled and she wanted to clench her fists so badly but her body was made no move to do so. She sealed her one good eye closed for a second and her heart ached for the answer to her question. The dread slowly creeped up on her and her body slowly slumped forward, losing its height and strength to stand tall. It was weighing down on her and she felt no need to fix herself, she was slowly accepting the fact.
A creeping feeling ganged up on her and her eyes shot open, terror stretching its way over her features. Her breath caught in her throat and the blood flowed more, staining her scratched and bare feet.
He was back.
She started running at the realization and tears trailed down her features, her body aching. She desperately wanted to scream and she wanted someone to save her. She wanted it so much but it would never be granted to her. She desperately wanted someone by her side.
She ached for someone by her side.
She ached for someone to take her away.
She ached for someone to save her from the suffering.
Her cry echoed around her as the haunting and terrifying feeling continued to chase her, following her as if she were prey and it was ready to feast on her. She ached to stop but the terror only fueled her more and she prayed, to anyone, anything, any creature, any God to save her. Her tears crawling down her face like the blood that continued to seep through her body and she begged her hands to reach out, hoping that something would let her escape.
Why could she not escape after so long from being free of his terror?
"HELP!" She cried out and her feet could barely keep her up, struggling to make the next step to run. It continued to follow her, waiting for her to trip and bring herself to her own despair and doom and ruin. Her heart pounded against her rib cage as if it wanted to break out of her chest and stain the ground more crimson.
Her suffering would not end even if she were to fall down and let it take her over, crawling over her skin like a worm and whispering words of threats, pain, and torture to both her and her family in her ear like the serpent who had tempted Eve.
Would she too fall and be expelled much like Eve?
Was she forced to walk the same fate over and over again, bare all the pain and suffering in a continuous loop?
She continued to call for help and nothing responded to her, her pace slowing down and the danger creeping closer and closer to her. She had not much longer before she fall from grace and end up in despair.
"PLEASE, ANYONE, ANYTHING, ANY GOD! I BEG OF YOU TO SAVE ME!" She called and she could feel it sinking its nails into her skin, begging her to fall quicker, to suffer quicker, to cause her so much pain that she begged to die but it would not grant her that freedom.
Her body now trembling with each pained step and her vision slowly blurred, calling out in a pained scream. It would wait for eternity for her to trip, to lose breath, to cause her own misfortunate.
It ached in her chest that she could not end her own suffering.
She didn't want her brother or mother to be filled with so much suffering that they would also follow down her own path. She would rather be hunted down and force to be abused than let her precious family follow down a horrific and painful path.
"AHHHHHHH!" She cried and the tears down her face in a river as her breath was slowly being reduced to gasps, knowing that time was almost approaching her. She was begging herself to not make any mistakes and her hope for someone to come was not ending any time soon.
"HELP ME!" She called and she could taste her tears on the tip of her tongue, salty and pure of every raw emotion she was feeling at the moment. She bit at her lip again and wanted to desperately be taken away from it. To be saved and rescued by someone who would always be at her beckoned call.
But no one would ever come for her.
Her brother would be captured and wrapped up, forced to think of himself like the hated serpent that caused them so much pain. He would be torn apart and she would not be able to stop him from becoming what he feared every single day, hour, minute, and second.
Her mother had tried last time and failed, leading to her own demise that would shatter both her and her brother like glass. She was far too weak but would do anything to stop the serpent from taking her children away like last time. She has never forgiven herself for what had happened to them, that sin forever etched into her head.
"Please…" She begged as her pace gradely decreased, her breath heaving and it almost upon her now. Her feet slowly padding against the ground and with one more step she had, her hands reaching up for salvation as it had finally wrapped its way around her feet, slithering up her legs.
One name, she did not know why this name had made it way into her, she called out.
"Atsushi…"
Nothing happened.
She felt her heart shatter into a thousand piece and the serpent continued its way up her body, moving around her waist and making its way up past her breasts. almost coiling her neck with its body.
The serpent locked gazes with her, honey golden eyes stared at her, its pink tongue slithering to form its lips. The brown scales looked disgusting and slimly, staining her body of its flesh. It longed to make her suffer and her lip trembled as it moved closer to her face, displaying its fangs to her.
Her gaze of hopefulness was lost and emotionless eyes stared back at the serpent.
"You are nothing…" It hissed to her and continued to coil itself around her neck, ready to choke her, "You are but trash. Something that needs to be disposed. You have no purpose in this world but to be my toy to torture. That was your reason for being created."
It taunted her and she felt absolutely nothing.
She had become so broken that she felt nothing.
"You aren't nothing."
Her eyes slowly widen at the new voice and slowly her broken gaze moved its way up, past the serpent to see someone standing before her. Her tears that had flowed now stopped at the sight and the serpent had stopped talking, shocked that someone had come to her calls.
He stood far above her with narrowed violet eyes capturing her gaze and lavender hair befalling past his shoulders and cast shadows over her fierce features. A frown present on his face as he stared down at both her and the serpent. He bore simple brown shorts and no shirt, letting both her and the serpent to stare at his muscular and opposing figure.
Before the serpent could say anything, he had reached over to her with his large hands and grabbed the beast by the neck. The serpent was bewildered at this force and she remained still at the fact that someone had come to save her. The serpent gasped for air and with his other hand he slammed it down on its head.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"
He pulled the beast away from her, unwrapping and releasing its grip over her. She managed to breath and watch as the serpent waited for to respond to him. He stared down at it with a bored gaze before a look of pure fury grasped his features and began to pull its head away its neck, as he continued to grip it tight.
Shock plastered over her features as he forced its head apart from its body, blood splattering the both of them. His face sprinkled with the red and he continued to hold the beast's head in one hand and the body in the other.
He had easily killed the beast with his own two bare hands.
He dropped the dead beast to the ground and looked to her, smiling at her with such different features than before from his rage. The blood staining and coating his large body but it did not bother her at all.
He had saved her from falling.
Her body trembled and she reached towards him, her bottom lip trembling at the fact that he had become her savior.
Was he angel to save her from falling?
Her fingers glazed at his own bloodstained hands and reached to hold them in her grasp, to hold the hands which destroyed the serpent that caused so much suffering to her.
But something went wrong in that moment, the hands she ached to touch had now wrapped around her throat.
Her eyes grew wide and opened her lips in question as to what he was doing.
But his expression changed and no longer was the smile she held dear to her but a sadistic glint in his eyes and a smirk that brought fear flooding right back into her system.
Those eyes were the ones that broke her cousin.
"No…" She struggled to say with tears closing in on the surface again, "You're…not him…"
She wanted to believe her own words but his action spoke clearly louder as his grip continued to strength on her throat, air beginning to be captured but was being refused to do so. She narrowed her eyes as his smirk continued across his features, the blood on his face promoting more to what he was doing to her.
He wasn't like the serpent though!
Black edged closer to the corner of her eyes and she was struggling to accept what was coming. She didn't want to think of him as the serpent.
The serpent had been taunting her since her birth but he had pulling her out of the darkness. So why was he was so desperately trying to shove her back in now?
"Atsushi…" She called out his name and he leaned closer to her, one of his hands now cradling her face as the other continued to crush her windpipe.
"I'll crush you." He whispered and her eyes grew even wider at his statement before darkness flooded her senses and she was forced to see him smirk down at the job he had done.
Emi awoke with a scream and her heart thudded against her chest, sweat coating her body and tears raining down from her face. Pain invaded her senses and she continued to scream, the dream haunting her very being. She tried to move herself but her body would not obey her, having her tremble. She tried to look around at where she was but her eyes couldn't focus on anything.
WHY HAD HE KILLED HER?!
A loud noise invaded her ears and she managed to glimpse at her aunt, staring down at her with wide eyes and terror etched across her features. She stared at her in sorrow and swore as Emi continued to scream, unable to stop herself. Her cries echoed her room and she brought her hands up to her eyes, trying to seal away the sight of him killing her.
"WHY?!" She screamed in terror and confusion as her anxiety was bubbling up to the surface but she tried desperately to calm herself down.
"Perché mi ha ucciso?" She called out in Italian and her body slowly regained its senses, the numbness fading and her screams now just sobs. Her aunt sadly stared at her, unable to do anything to help her poor suffering niece that was haunted by so many things that she would never be able to fully understand.
*Perché mi ha ucciso=Why did he kill me?
