This is an Isaac Lahey story. I have it on another site called Mibba so it isn't stolen.
This story will contain strong scenes such as violence, abuse and mild rape.
Isaac/OC.
Soundtrack: Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine.
Holy Water Cannot Help You Now.
NO MATTER HOW HARD SHE SCRUBBED, she couldn't get the filth off her, the dirt. She had bathed five times already and she still didn't feel clean enough. It was still there, crawling on her skin, ghostly touches and caresses. The bruises were starting to form – silent little reminders of the horror that just took place.
No matter how much she wanted to forget, she couldn't - the scenes were just replaying in her mind, rewinding over and over again. His filthy fingers crawling up her back, caressing her slowly as if expressing love. Those same damn fingers destroying her innocence.
She could no longer be Florence Baker, pretty, happy, smiling, laughing Florence.
She was now dirty, ugly, filthy, broken, battered, violated Florence.
She was destroyed.
Ripped apart by some drunken stranger.
Poor dear Florence.
You don't deserve to live.