This is very short, and is just something I wrote for fun, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Nothing much happens in this, but you kind of get more insight into how things work between Ann and Mindy, so there's that.
Mindy understands how much of a disappointment she turned out to be, and so allows herself to be abused by Ann, because it's what she knows she deserves.
Mindy felt like she was floating...
It was as though her body had no weight. She couldn't feel anything of her own presence, but she could think. That was what made her aware of herself; of her consciousness.
"W-Why...am I..."
Over time, she begins to feel her limbs again.
"...Why am I...alive..."
She could sense her hands, and her feet—she began moving them. Second by second, she felt her presence return to her.
"Alive..."
Her eyes...her mouth...her ears...she could sense them all. The presence filled her mind—her whole being.
She was alive.
Mindy Takamaki...was alive.
"...Gah-!"
Mindy's eyes snapped open—the first thing she could hear was the sound of knocking.
"Mindy! For fuck's sake, open this door!"
Mindy rubbed a hand over her face—For a moment, she sat in confusion, as her sleep grogged mind struggled to catch up with her
In her memories—her thoughts from just before her death, she remembered nothing but darkness...
"(W-What the-...Wait, was...it just some crazy dream...?)"
That had to be it...
It was the only thing that made sense. She had a dream—a dream that reminded her of who she was, and what she was;
That she deserved no happiness. That she had nothing; no friends, no one to love her. And that that was okay...because she was a toxic ugly goblin, who would only hurt others in the end.
"MINDY! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!"
Mindy's heart was filled with her usual distinct sense of despair. By this point in her life her soul was shattered beyond any point—she only existed to be abused as something useless and hideous by her mother, whose life she had ruined by being born ugly. That was her role.
Mindy got out of her bed, and walked over to the door. On the other side was her naturally good-looking blonde-haired mother—Ann Takamaki.
"M-Moth—"
Her mother cuts her off with a slap across her face.
"Do you know what fucking time it is?!"
Mindy just takes it. She barely even flinches.
"S-Sorry...mother."
"Nngh...Damn bitch..."
Her mother walks into the living room, while Mindy follows.
"Egg and bacon, and make it fucking snappy," her mother demands, while slumping down onto the sofa, "you damn fucking waste of a daughter."
"Right away."
Mindy knew she didn't deserve happiness or freedom—her mother only kept her around because she was so dependant on Mindy as her house-bound slave. Mindy considered it her duty to make up for how much of a worthless ugly waste she was born as, by doing whatever her mother wanted of her.
...
After making her mother her breakfast, Mindy brought it out to her. She set it down onto the table in the living room. Her mother was on her laptop at the time, typing something out—when Mindy walks in, she looks up at her for a moment, and grimaces.
"God, is it me, or are you getting more hideous every fucking day?"
"I...don't know. Probably..."
Mindy's mother sighs, and puts her laptop to one side. She picks up her plate of food from the table.
"You're lucky I keep you around, you know," she says, while setting her plate onto her lap, "if it was anyone else, they'd never keep a hideous goblin like you in their home."
"I know. I don't deserve it, but thank you, mother."
Her mother scoffs. She takes a bite out of some of her bacon—
"Gaugh!"
Only to spit it out again.
"Fuck, that's WAY too salty!"
She slings the plate onto the table, then stands up, and turns to Mindy.
"Don't you know how I like my bacon by now?!" she rants at her.
Mindy barely responds. She simply rubs her arm, and nods her head.
"I'm sorry. It's just the brand isn't the usual, so—"
Her mother grabs her wrist, digging her nails into Mindy's skin.
"Listen to me, you bitch. Don't fucking explain your ugly fucking wrongdoings."
"...Y-Yes. Sorry."
She grabs Mindy by the scruff, and delivers a punch to her chest.
"Nngh-!"
"Fucking mistake! God, you can't do a fucking thing right!"
She practically throws Mindy aside, like she's discarding a piece of trash. She steps past Mindy—and waves her hand back at her, in a dismissive way.
"I guess I'll have to make it myself. Damn pain in the ass..."
Mindy let out a sigh—
She had no reason to complain. No reason to self-pity—her mother was correct, she was a fuck-up. She had been since her birth.
"(I destroyed mother's life...her perfect life, as a beautiful model...)"
Mindy turned towards a nearby mirror mounted to the wall—her hideous face stared back at her in the reflection.
"(Mother is so kind, to even accept me being here...)"
Mindy was barely human.
Her mother had taught her that she wasn't human. She was a subhuman mistake.
...
Mindy walked towards the kitchen, where her mother had gone.
"Mother..." Mindy called out to the woman who was standing before an open fridge, "what do you plan on doing today...?"
Her mother looked at her for a moment, before returning her attention to the fridge.
"Well, I have a modelling shoot this evening, and then—"
"M-Mother, I—I know I have no right to make such a request," Mindy interjects, "and I know I'm massively overstepping my place as a worthless ugly person, but—"
Ann rolls her eyes.
"Spit it out, goblin."
"E-Erm...C-Can I, while you are not here, perhaps...use your computer...?"
Ann looks at Mindy, and blinks.
"What for?"
"I-I just want to...look something up..."
Mindy didn't have anything of her own she could use for such a task.
She had no computer, no phone. She didn't even have entertainment—no TV, no game consoles. She knew she didn't deserve anything of the sort. She barely even ate.
From morning to night, all Mindy had to do was be grateful a subhuman like her was being granted air in her lungs...if even that.
...
In either case, Mindy's Mother looks at her for a moment, before eventually shaking her head.
"No. I think that's beyond what someone like you deserves, don't you?"
"B-But, Mother..."
"I said no," Ann repeats. "For fuck's sake, you really have gotten mouthy lately. Do you want me to fucking beat you, or something?"
Mindy freezes—
"N-No..."
"Then keep your fucking mouth shut and don't speak back to me..."
Ann takes a packet of read-made desserts from the fridge, before closing it. She moves in on Mindy, then grabs onto her arm with her free hand.
"Or do you seriously not understand how kind I am to even put up with your goddamn putrid fucking face, and your disgusting fucking presence every goddamn day, hm?"
Mindy felt a very distant kind of pity grip onto her chest, but she quickly forced that down.
Of course, her mother was right. She deserved nothing—she was, after all, a hideous freak. She had been born the wrong way, and she had ruined Ann's life. There was no way around that.
"I understand..." Mindy says, after forcing down a sob, "I'm sorry..."
"Good."
Ann let go of her, and then casually rips open her packet of desserts.
"You're a damn pain to look after, you know? But you can't even have the courtesy to be born the right way, did you?"
She takes one of the desserts, and holds it between her fingers, while looking at Mindy from down her nose.
"You were born with your hideous fucking face, and now I have to put up with the fact that you're my fucking daughter."
"I...I know..." Mindy replies with a nod, "I'm so sorry I was born..."
Ann scoffs. She struts past Mindy, out of the kitchen, while shoving the dessert into her mouth.
Mindy just watches as her mother moves into the living room. She can't help but admire her stunning, natural beauty. It made Mindy appreciate how much of a true fuck up she was—how disgusting and useless she was, how much of a total waste she was.
She had come out underwhelming, and had developed into nothing but a disappointment; her face was messed up, her body was underwhelming—she was nothing like what Ann had hoped she would be for a daughter; due to that, Mindy deserved no happiness or joy.
She deserved to be used as her mother's punching bag to release her stress out on—her stress of having to deal with the ugliness that existed around her.
Due to that, Mindy deserved her mother's hatred and scorn; and she knew the fact.
"Oh, by the way..."
Ann stops walking, just before passing through the threshold between the kitchen and the living room. She looks back over her shoulder.
"Just out of interest, what did you want to look up...?"
Mindy was silent for a moment—she thought about hiding it from her mother, but in the end, she figured that'd only make her a dishonest person.
"I...I just wanted to look up the meaning behind a dream I had..."
"Oh?"
Ann is legitimately curious. She turns around to face Mindy, as she takes another bite out of her dessert.
"What dream was that, then?"
Mindy explains to her mother about how she had dreamt herself dying—and how when she had 'awoken' in bed, it had felt almost like her spirit had returned to her body, to reawaken.
"...I see..."
Ann smirks at Mindy.
"Yeah, that wasn't a dream."
"I-It...wasn't...?"
"You know that I have the ability to decide who lives and who dies right, My Child?"
Mindy nods.
She knew of her mother's power—The bizarre ability that she had, that allowed her to control her whenever she wanted to. She had used that power to torture her numerous times...
"Are you saying that I... died last night...?"
"-...And I brought you back to life...?" Ann continues for her, "yes, that's correct."
Well, to be more accurate, it was as though she had kept her suspended in a state where she could never truly die. Ann didn't literally have the power to bring people back from the dead, but she did have the ability to suspend a person's death for as long as she wanted to.
It was something like the power of ungenics—or the power of beauty—that naturally attracted to her via her will of heart. To go so far as to throw away her old life, to fight for an ugly free world, and to even abuse and torture her own daughter, for the sake of beauty; it made Ann perfect for such an ability.
"...I don't understand..."
Mindy looks almost dismayed by her mother's explanation.
"I-I thought you...wanted rid of me...?"
"...I do," Ann replies, with a raised brow, "your point?"
Mindy suddenly felt some sort of pressure around her own neck—It was like she couldn't breath properly, as though it was being crushed. She put a hand to it, and felt at it.
Had she...hung herself...?
She could feel the mark around her neck—like the type that'd be left by a rope burn...
"(I can't remember what happened, but...I wouldn't be surprised...)"
Ann was constantly pressuring her to commit suicide—To slit her throat, to hang herself, to do anything to end her life; because it was truly what a disappointing goblin like her deserved.
"Erm...well, if I died, then...w-why did you bring me back...?"
Ann is silent for a moment, before her lips form into a smirk.
"I wonder..."
She slowly struts up to Mindy, before grabbing a hold of her chin.
"Do you want to know something about the dead, Mindy?"
Mindy looks up at her mother's beautiful blue-eyes—they contained such cruelty towards her, and yet Mindy found that almost comforting.
"The dead do not think," Ann continues, "they do not know what they are, or who they are. Only the living cannot comprehend themselves. And only the living can feel pain inside of their hearts—only when you're alive, can you LONG for the sweet release of death."
...
"Do I make myself clear, Mindy? Do you understand why I don't want you to die? Why that's too easy on a miserable little goblin like you?"
Mindy's eyes begin to stain with tears—A beautiful sight for Ann to see, although as equally pathetic as well. In response, Ann simply lets go of her daughter's chin, and then backhands her.
"I will never let you die," Ann tells her, sternly, "I will never make it that easy on you. You will live as a fucking disappointment. Do I make myself clear?"
"...Y-Y...Yes...M-Mom..."
Ann smirks.
"Good girl."
She turns around, and then waves her hand back at Mindy, dismissively.
"Oh, you know what, you can use my laptop if you really want to," she says, "I'm feeling a little generous today. Just don't do anything you're not supposed to, because I'll know. Got it?"
Mindy rubbed at her eyes with her arm, and took in a breath.
"Thank you, Mother..." she says, with a slight bow. "Erm...M-Mother, do I have your permission to...drink and eat today...?"
Ann contemplated for a moment, before looking back over her shoulder.
"Don't push your damn luck," she says, "I'm already letting you use my fucking laptop, and you want to drink on top of that?"
Mindy grimaces, and rubs at her own arm.
"S-Sorry...I, erm, I shouldn't have asked..."
"You're right about that, you abortion."
Ann sighs.
"The laptop, or a glass of water. Pick one."
Mindy had no real choice, when it was between those two options...She hadn't drunken anything in a days, nor had she eaten anything either. It was causing her to feel dizzy, and her bladder wasn't exactly working properly either—She desperately needed to drink something.
"I-I'll...have the water..."
Ann turns around, and shakes her head.
"No. I refuse."
"H-Huh?"
Ann smirks at her daughter.
"If you want it, I want you to prove how much you deserve it first."
Mindy swallowed, a sudden trepidation gripping hold of her gut.
"...What do you want me to do...?"
Ann was delighted by her daughter's obedience. She knew her place—she knew how disgusting and disappointing she was, physically—and how she had no reason to complain.
"...Good girl."
She smiles.
"If you show me some deep cuts in your arm, I'll allow you to drink, okay?"
Mindy nods, and bows at her mother.
"Okay."
"Maybe I should show you some of my old modelling shots. You can compare yourself to them and see how much of a worthless sack of shit you turned out to be."
"...If that would please you, mother, then by all means."
Mindy would honestly like that—
She would like to drill into her mind how disappointing she is. Maybe in a very distant part of her soul, something akin to pity is telling her it's not 'right'...
But it's so small, and quiet, its barely worth thinking about.
"Mother...I truly am sorry I was born."
Mindy bows again at her mother.
"I'm sorry I use up air and resources with my existence. I promise that I'll continue to live, in...in guilt for what I am, and how I turned out as a physical disappointment, without the right body and face..."
Mindy's mother rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one before."
In truth, her mother didn't want her to succeed—if only because she'd lose her house-bound slave.
"You can't even self-harm properly. Just...are you good for fucking anything?"
Mindy shakes her head.
"No...I'm not. A subhuman like me isn't good for anything at all. Not even living with guilt. But I will try my best..."
"You're fucking pathetic. You're so fucking pathetic that you even tried to escape it all by killing yourself—and it was only thanks to ME that you didn't go down that stupid path."
Her mother was correct, of course.
Mindy knew she could do it, if she really wanted to. It'd be the ultimate way of demonstrating that she understands the rot that is her life.
...
That night, Mindy slit her wrists—although it just resulted in some blood loss. Mindy didn't bother getting medical attention. She didn't deserve it—and her mother felt the same way
...
That night, as Mindy's wrists bled, she held the glass of water in her hand. This was her reward for knowing her place—this was what she had waited for this entire day.
This was her only source of 'enjoyment'—Nothing but a simple glass of plain water.
But Ann had decided that even that was too good for her. Which was why, in the end, Ann had instead decided to scoop up some water from a nearby river while on her way home from her modelling work.
"Drink it and don't put up a fuss."
Mindy had accepted the drink, gratefully. She had no reason to complain about it. It was everything that she deserved.
Even a drink of plain harmless water was too good for such a disgusting, miserable, useless little waste of human existence like her.
Of course, it was probably going to make Mindy ill—but Ann didn't care. She didn't care if the little bitch got severely ill, and couldn't even breath. She didn't give a shit—In her mind, it would be what her ugly disappointing daughter deserved; and then some.
Besides, she could always simply use her powers to keep her suspended in a state where she cannot die. That would save her, and keep her fit until she became better again. And then Ann was free to continue abusing her as much as she wanted to.
...
In the end, Mindy continued on into the next day, followed by the next—
All the while, following her guidelines; her rules for how someone like her was supposed to live her life. The nine points that she had long since drilled into her skull:
1. "I'm ugly and that is bad at its core; ugliness is objectively a bad thing"
Mindy was objectively ugly—she knew it, her mother knew it...everyone did. Her ugliness hurt others.
2. "I don't deserve happiness, joy, or positive feelings"
Mindy didn't deserve an ounce of happiness. Any happy feelings were wrong.
3. "My death WOULD benefit the world, that is a fact, not my opinion"
If Mindy could actually die...it would help the world. She knows that, and will continue to know that forever more.
4. "People who try and help me are idiots"
She should hear no compliments and see no friends.
5. "Food is limited, and yet I eat it-it should be reserved for those better than me"
Mindy will only eat what she needs, when she is allowed to.
6. "My ugliness is rooting away at society's footholds"
Mindy's ugliness is a viral rot that will destroy the lives of those she dares to love.
7. "I am unnatural-this is not what a human being is supposed to look like-I am subhuman"
She does not look 'normal'.
No human being looks like Mindy—she is nothing but a subhuman.
8. "The gift of life could have been afforded to someone more attractive than me"
Life is precious.
And Mindy betrayed that precious life by being born as herself.
9. "Every cut I make on my skin, every burn mark, and every growl of my hungry stomach, is another reminder that I know my place."
Mindy lives only to feel guilt.
She breaths only to be a something that shouldn't exist—and to acknowledge this in everything she does. Every time she self-harms, every day that she goes without food.
It is the life of the real Mindy Takamaki; a girl without friends, a girl without purpose, a girl without worth.
A 'girl' who is only a subhuman.
Compared to her gorgeous ex-model of a mother, she is nothing;
Mindy watched the footage of her mother with intrigue—it never failed to impress her how drop dead sexy she was.
"I'm sorry I'm worthless compared to you, mother."
As she watched, Mindy felt her tummy rumble—it was telling her to eat. But her worthlessness compared to her mother told her to not eat.
She took the knife, and cut into her skin—as she did, a few tears formed in her eyes. Tears of pathetic self-pity. Mindy quickly dried them away though.
She cut herself, thinking of how subhuman she is. Thinking of how her birth had destroyed her mother's modelling.
"I'm sorry, mother. I'm subhuman garbage..."
If Mindy ever faltered in her understanding of how little happiness she deserved, she'd only need to think of this: of her mother's beauty, and worth fullness, in comparison to herself, and it would all dissolve away.
Mindy Takamaki was a useless subhuman goblin.
Mindy Takamaki was a rot on the world.
Mindy Takamaki...deserved no happiness, no joy, no love..
She only breathes because she's too useless to end her life properly.
And she only lives her life because her mother selflessly birthed her, instead of aborting her.
And now...thanks to her mother she is alive as a subhuman, whose role is to repay being alive with her lack of self-care.
Ann Takamaki was a beautiful woman.
Ann Takamaki was a the one who decided if she deserved happiness or despair.
Ann Takamaki was kind to even allow an ugly disappointment like her to breath.
Since the moment that Mindy Takamaki was born, that had been drilled into her mind and into her head. And it was now what she lived with—
Mindy Takamaki only had to remember who her mother was, and who she was in comparison, and any pity towards herself would dissolve away. Mindy Takamaki only had to remember how she had been born with the wrong body, and it make her understand how she had right to complain.
And so Mindy Takamaki existed, with only one, constant thought inside of her mind to get her through every day:
'I'm an ugly waste of life who ruined my mother'.
And with her pain and misery being proof of how much she understood her role, and her position—her understanding of just how much her mother had to put up with, by knowing that her daughter was such a disappointment.
No, not just herself—
It was almost as though Mindy Takamaki represented everything; she carried on her shoulders the entire weight of her mother's beauty; her hatred for everything that stood in opposition to that beauty.
By subjecting herself to that abuse willingly, Mindy Takamaki was helping her Mother—she allowed her mother some peace of mind.
Even at the cost of her own happiness and freedom.
"Repeat after me, Mindy...You're ugly and that's bad."
Mindy swallowed down the urge to sob.
"I'm ugly and that's bad..."
"You don't deserve happiness, or freedom."
"I don't deserve happiness or freedom."
"Your Mother is so kind to keep you around."
"You are so kind to keep me around, Mother..."
"Ann Takamaki is beautiful..and you're not."
"Ann Takamaki is beautiful and I'm not..."
"You don't deserve food. You barely deserve to drink."
"I don't deserve food..."
Mindy's stomach rumbled—she could feel the dizziness in her head...
"And I barely deserve to drink..."
"You should have been aborted."
"I...I-I should have been...aborted..."
"No worth exists in the body of someone who is not beautiful."
"...No worth exists in my body, because I am not as beautiful as you..."
"You are a miserable, pathetic mistake—and all you're good for is being my punching bag."
"I...I live to be your punching bag...to make up for being a miserable, and pathetic mistaken creation..."
"Haha...Good girl, Mindy...
You make your Mother VERY proud of you..."