Encounter 2- Memory
Victoria hated mirrors. To someone who didn't know about James and what he did to her, it would reflect her beauty. But to her, it only reflected nightmares.
She looked at herself in one now. There were about three or four crescent-shaped bite marks on her hand, and they went up her arms and covered her shoulders. She took off her dress and underwear, and the marks only continued.
Her chest was covered in scars and bite marks and remembering how she'd received them made her shiver. Her stomach had almost a rough texture to it due to all her markings, and she could recall James scraping her with his teeth down her stomach, just to inflict more pain.
Her waist and below was the most scarred part of her body. Victoria cried a single tear as she thought of James and how much he wanted her. She wanted him, too, but she wanted to love him, and she wished she could tell him that. But she couldn't.
There were so many scars on the inside of her thighs as well, and she cried more as she thought about those. Victoria heard the door open, and she knew who it was.
"James." she said, standing completely still.
She felt his hands grab her bare hips.
"Victoria." he whispered, inhaling her scent.
Victoria gasped as he tightened his grip suddenly. He threw her against the wall, shattering the mirror.
"Aw, c'mon Vicky. You're not gonna cry?" he asked, mocking her.
"James- please listen… I…I love you…" she choked out.
"And I love you, Victoria. But what does love have to do with it, my dear?"
"James, please!"
And the rest was all the same- more scars. More painful memories