My Ruin

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Summary: Oh yes, it hurt, it hurt like hell, he didn't love her, she was blind to even think such a thought. He had made her feel like she was put on this forsaken earth just for him, and it had made her feel . . . special . . . for just one moment in her life. But that feeling was long dead, it had died with whatever love they both once shared. Which in this case, there was none.

Rated: R for violence, abuse, and language, NO lemon because I'm too young to write such things.

Genre: Romance/Horror/Drama

I am doll parts,

Bad skin,

Doll heart,

Let's dance for night,

For the rest of my life . . .

Yeah they really want you,

They really want you,

They really do,

Yeah they really want you,

They really want you,

And I do too . . .

-Doll Parts

Written and performed by Hole

It didn't matter to her anymore, nothing ever mattered, not since him, he had consumed her life to create his own little torture chamber without her even noticing. In the end she hadn't seen it until it was to late, he had tricked her so easily, using her innocence and ability to trust against her. From how he had destroyed her life so quickly it was easy to tell she hadn't been his first victim, no not at all, with his looks it was surprising women didn't just throw themselves on the ground in front of him and demand that he take them.

It didn't surprise her that he had used her, but when she had been unaware of his plans for her she had been surprised that he had picked her of all the people in Japan. He was gorgeous, absolutely stunning, and she . . . well she had always thought herself as a plan human, nothing special, nothing beautiful, just there, without a purpose. He had told her things no one else had dared tell her, he told her she was beautiful, even though she had denied it every time, he had told her he loved her more then anything else in existence, but when she had asked him why he would never answer.

That should have been her first sign that he never carried feelings for her other then pity . . .

He had also told her things like he should just get down on his knees every time he saw her and purpose to her. He never did such things. He told her she would carry each and every single one of his children. But they had never gotten that close before. Never once. The farthest they had even gotten was to kissing -what she thought had been passionate- and to holding each other, and to the occasional falling asleep on the couch together.

She should have seen his motives as soon as he had started demanded she stop seeing her friends. If she did even the smallest possible thing wrong he would either attack her, cut her, or strangle her till she passed out. Every time she wake up he'd be watching her with either a gun in his hand or a knife, it frightened her, it made her feel that if she hadn't woken up when she did, she'd be dead. Every night he'd lie beside her in bed and whisper threats into her ear that if she left him, her body remains would be found under some abandoned bridge and that her face would be so torn up the police would never be able to find out who she was. If she fell asleep at a time he wanted her to be awake he'd boil water to a scolding heat and then throw it on her, and if he were feeling in a nice mood he'd force her into a freezing cold bath and watch her.

Every now if she made him mad enough she'd be lucky to get away with a broken wrist or ankle, he'd never allow her to go to the hospital, instead he would attend to her injuries, he after all, had studied to be a doctor and knew all the ropes. She wasn't allowed to look out the window either, he would place dark curtains over the windows and tell her if she looked out them she'd wish she were dead. However when he was absolutely forced to leave the house, she'd look out the window and cry, wishing she were out there away from him. She had become so pale her skin could probably glow in the dark, and if it did, she didn't know, before she went to sleep he'd blindfold her and chain her down to the bed. Her once sparkling ocean colored eyes had become a dingy gray color like dirty cotton, while his remained a beautiful ice blue color.

There were rooms inside their house in which she was not allowed to go into at all, in fact she was only allowed in the living room, their room, and the bathroom. And if she begged he'd let her into the kitchen if she were hungry. She wasn't allow in his studies or his other rooms in which she very well knew what went on in it, he'd tell her too.

He'd laugh at everything she did, he'd tell her she was stupid and would amount to nothing. He'd dress her in prostitutes clothing and take her outside on a leash and wait until a man came up to her asking for 'services'. Of course he wouldn't let that happen, he'd just laugh and then pull a gun out on the guy. It humiliated her beyond belief, and it actually surprised her that she was once happy and carefree.

It got to points where she thought of killing herself with or without him in the house, she'd think of gruesome ways to comment suicide, but she never did it, for fear that he would not cry or feel any sadness. Yes she will admit it, even though he does everything he does to her, she loves him . . .

But now, now it was time to escape. To leave his hell on earth. Even if she died in the process.

Notes: Please do not tell me how I have so many grammar mistakes or any such things, I write like that on purpose to show you can have a good story without the period in the right place. Anyway R&R please, flames are not excepted, you read the summary if you knew you weren't going to like it, you had no right wasting your time reading it and then flaming me hoping it would hurt my feelings.