Twice
AN: Second chapter where we see Rose shed tears. I feel like it is my responsibility to tell you that these stories aren't that important, I just felt need to show you guys why I'm not here that often anymore, like one would do to their mother after they are caught doing things thay aren't supposed to do. To show I wasn't just sleeping, which would be great, I willpost these small stories to your pleassure. Love, Rose Hitogoroshi.
Twice upon time Rose had been wrong. First at those bandits, who later killed her parents and her uncle Jim, who would use her like slave. She thought that he would keep her safe, loved and treassured like she had been back at her village, but she was proven wrong.
Week after tragical incident, she woke up with him staring at her with unusually large and evil smile on his face. She had asked was there something he wanted, which to her shock was answered with two words she never thought off hearing to come out from his mouth. "Your body."
She was shocked and confused, what would he want with her body? He had attacked her, tied her up and... taken her innocence.
It was extremely painful for girl that had just reached age of six, but he liked it.
He liked her screams, he loved her pain. He adored her fear.
After his sick dreams were fullfilled, she was left there, dirtied and used like common slut. He laughed at her state, how she looked like slut and one day would act like one too. She just cried.
It was almost two years later, she would have her birtday in this week and week after that was the second anniversy of death of her mother and father.
Every morning, before sun could shine and moon was above horizant, she would wake up and start her day. First was feeding herself, she had quickally learned this skill after she realized nobody else would do it for her, and then she would wake up other prisoners.
Girls of different age, some as young as she was when she came to this horror manor, some older than her mother was, were all lined and chained up to little stall like places to pole where they could be walked out like dogs.
These girls would help her with things she couldn't do like cooking and cleaning dangerous and high places like crystal lamps that this manor got so high up that you would need steps just to lower them down. Jim had given her reignes over them, she could command them to do things she was unable or other ways disqualifyied like acting as his girlfriend when his parents came to visit them.
She loved her grandparents. Silly gradfather could get her smile everytime and motherly grandmother gave her advices that while seemed be spouted mostly from her fragile mind that could barely remember her granddaughters name, tended to have calming effect over her.
If she was having rough night, and I can tell you, those came often, she would remimze one of her sentances and she would be back at time, sipping tea with gradmother and grandfather, listening them rambble on and on about news that circulaited world ten years back. Her mind would be distracted from awfull monster and she would hear them talk forever in her head, their soft yet wise voices giving them their own opinion of things.
Her mind had become unbreakable by this, nothing would make her cry anymore, no matter what her uncle tried on her. His frustation was showing too.
More and more young girl were transported to mansion, to become his toys, only to be thrown away after he gets bored with them. Most often than not, it was because they didn't look like his dear Rose.
She had grown to be his obsession. She was his first time with young girl and by looks of it, her expreciouns were ones he wanted to see.
Her blue eyes needed to be full of tears and fear. Her brown hair needed to be one pulled and pushed. Her fragile body needed to be one raped and tortured. But as she had grown this barricade where she could slip anytime she wanted, he would never again see her fear filled eyes.
She had grown used to it, days working hard, nights raped. It was almost comforting to know what would happen next. Rinse and repeat. But she didn't mind if she was used as cumdump.
As long as he kept doing things with her, others would be saved from far worser. It was day before her birthday when next thing that happened in her life, changed all.
Her uncle was having meeting with somebody named Doflamingo. She didn't know anything about him, she had quessed he was some kind business partner with that sicko, so she didn't think anything big about it when she was summoned during this meeting.
Quietly, she walked up from stairs that she had cleaned when three other girls were doing other chores and greeted at Jessie, who was six years older than her, with smallest smile and nod before continued to walk towards golden door where two men would sit if they had meeting.
Her size too small dress climbed up again but with practiced ease, she flattned it again so she looked formal enough to step inside room. Twice she knocked to cold door and waited for her uncle's call which came few seconds later.
Opening door, she stepped in so silently that you could barely hear her steps before closed behind her with small click.
"Come here, Rose." At his command, she walked elegantly to him, stopping right before her toes would cross imaginary line that came from out from his desk.
"Turn around darling and let mister Doflamingo see your pretty face." Obeying like robot, she twirled and saw odd looking male.
His hair was blond and chopped short, reminding her distantly of her own father. His glasses had bright orange lenses, but his colour of eyes was lost to her. He had pink, very fluffy looking feather jacket that in some distant way reminded flamingo. White shirt with red and orange flames and yellow pink colored camouflag print made odd outfit for odd man like him.
His legs weren't fully covered by his pants, which revalved her his leg hair that was probadly worst case of leg hair she would ever be forced to see. His grin was big, like cat who ate canary. Or like Chesire cat's grin from this new fairytale book she had heard and readed shortly. Alice in the Wonderland, she believed it's name was.
"Well, well. Aren't you small little girl?" She would normal scowl at this, she didn't hate her height. If it was mocked then yes, but kept her poker face on, not even glancing at him.
He chuckled, handsome and rich like his voice, before stood up in his full height and walked towards Rose.
He was tall. Like mountain tall to her. She barely even reached to his hips, ain't that depressing.
He walked around her, his legs bending slightly so his walk looked like drunken tiptoying to her, his lenses not given anything yet she still felt throughly examined when he finally spoke again, his voice amused of something. "A bit of young isn't she, Jim?"
Her uncle chuckled shortly. "Well, you gotta get them young, otherways they would be no good in long run. Isn't that right, darling?" Minisclue goosegumps rose from her skin and she almost shivered but stayed silent, blue flame of hatred shinning in her eyes.
Something leather like snapped on her bare back, most likely his belt as she felt metal spike bit on to her soft skin. Her posture straightened but she didn't say anything. Breathed little more audiably but after that said in her monotone voice that always came when he forced her to talk. "You're right, uncle." Jim was pleassed of these and had turned around to talk with his business partner. But she turned around at him, having something more to say.
"You have to have six year olds so you that you can rape them and abuse them. You have to take me, your young niece, and rape her before make her as your slave! But I will no more be under you! You will die, uncle and I will make sure that it will be me who laughs at your fear. I will drive melting metal down your throath and choke you until you will beg for me to stop! I will..." More she couldn't say as she was slapped. Her weak body slammed to ground as Jim was breathing hard, looking mad about her insolenses.
She couldn't see it, but man behind her was smilling even larger smile at her proclamitation, noting in his head to watch out at her if she would fullfill her promise.
"You bitch!" Jim barked out at her, his face red from both embarrsment and anger.
"You will not get any food tonight!" Rose almost snorted from her position at floor, what food? Only she only feeded herself so for him to say she wouldn't get any food was a laugh to her. He saw her sarcasm and evil glint entered his eyes as large smile crept on his face.
"And say to that lot of servant that we are going to town. My boys had got agitaited from only hearing of you darling, and not seeing you..."
Her eyes widened. She knew what he ment by those 'boys'. A group of sickos like him, who gathered in groups to rape and torture woman and children.
Most of mansions servants came from there, well those who survived atleast.
As loathing as it was to say, she had gotten easy by him just picking her up before he did anything to her. From tales that she sometimes listened from girls, they were kidnapped or selled to them before were sended to those disgusting auctions where they barely survived with mind intact.
Since year of bravery, she trully feared from her safety and gulped silently, but her uncle saw it. His grin was now ear-to-ear before he commanded again.
"Well what are you waiting for? Get up and get yourself ready, we will leave in a hour." She stood up mechanically, bowed to him and walked out from luxarious room.
She walked down stairs, not hearing or seeing Jessie's question and kept walking with blank face until had travelled to kitchen where last two were bustling around.
She didn't quite hear herself inform their travel, nor did she feel their symphatetic hugs as they understood her plight. They patted and petted her head, trying to lure her personality out, but it was buried too deep down inside her shell to hear any calls, concerned or others.
She positioned herself to her window, after kind women that were older than her promissed to do her chores too, and looked to outside, feeling like a child again.
She could only watch at beautiful nature that glimmered in sun, faint smell of flowers that bloomed at garden reaching her nose only barely.
She saw blond man from before walk out from her prison and watched his back as he walked freelly in world that seemingly was forever taken from her.
As if he had felt her staring, he turned around and immediately she felt like she was caught. Small blush appered on her cheeks, she had not felt this stared for awhile, it felt odd to her.
But she didn't dodge his gaze, not even when one of girls came and informed that her doomed travel was ready.
They watched at each other, weighting each others bravery until man laughed. He nodded smally to her, his grin big, and continued his trek to carriadge that was awaiting him, mysteriously serious faced man as driver. His hair was black like his sun glasses, and he wore gray jacket that reached to his knees.
Blond man climbed into it, how he fitted inside with his height was a mystery, and soon his carriadge moved out from yard.
She watched them go, grin on her face as big as man's.
She didn't know why, but for some reason she got a feeling that she would see him shortly in better time. That made her happy. If she got such a strong feeling, she was sure that better times were just around the corner.
Next hours went like blur to her.
There was nothing she could remember before auction other than heavy feeling at her stomach and nothing at their way back. She just remembered pain, pain and evil voices that had powerful grip and ways to make her cry harder than she ever thought was possible.
She couldn't remember what happened when they were back, she was probadly carried to her bed.
Her next memory during that week was waking up from her bed, feeling too used and too pained to even shout for help. So she kept staring at her roof, gathering her courage before moved millimeter from her bed.
Pain shot in her body, but she gritted her teeth and continued her mission of getting out from her bed. After hour of pain and millimeter by millimeter of moving, she was finally out and standing.
Walking stifly and bitting her tongue so much that it bleeded, she putted her clothes on and limped out from her room, every cell in her screamming in pain.
But stuborn as she was, she was forced to take long breaks during her limping to kitchen, her asthma making her sound like dying person. Sweat gathered on her forhead but she kept going, not listening advices her mind shouted at her, like that she should be back at bed and not adventuring these halls.
'Fuck off.' She would grumble venomously at it and little by little, she felt her mind grow foggy enough that she couldn't hear anything anymore from annoying voice.
By miracle, she did finally come to empty kitchen. Her breaths came in short bursts, her head felt like after explosion but she was overjoyed.
Barely reaching the table before she falled, she took hold of chair and continued to oven at other side. Or tried, as she finaly did fall on the dirty rock floor, the seat she was leaning against tumbling with her.
She cried out, sounding like kittens meow, but sucked it up before tears could form in her eyes. She will not cry over herself or anybody anymore. She refused!
Too many times she had witnessed the pain only get worse and at last night she had experienced it herself.
She denied herself to feel sadness, she would not succumb on that trivial thing anymore. Pity she couldn't stand, it was just another form of sadness and guilty equalled to sadness so she locked those things behind strudy metal bars. No more tears will be shed by her eyes, she promissed. No more of nonsense bullshit that she couldn't do it would be said from her lips.
She clossed her eyes and imagine the reason for her pain before her eyes. His eyes were closed and his breathing was stedy.
Slowly surrounding cleared, showing that he was sleeping in his bed. A figure that looked a lot like her appeared above his sleeping body, in her hands a kettle full of bubbling water.
She would opened his mouth, taking care that he wouldn't wake up and slightly turned her hand so that liquid would come with steady stream from kettle, going down from her uncle's throath.
He would wake up and try struggling but water that was scalding hot water would drop on him, making him go blind as it landed on his face.
As he was blindly struggling, she would snatch a string from somewhere and chocke him with it. His hands would try to get rid of his strangler and string but as he had become blind, he only flailed around.
Figure with her looks would grin psychotically as she would let him go, alkowing him breath again. A knife would appear in her hand, twinkling in moon light and looking deliciously beautiful to her.
Figure woul raise it up and slash blind man with it, getting more and more pained scream everytime bloodstained metal would slip on his skin. His blood would stain his bed, bleeding trough matress and bed cloath and at same time dirtying girl, but she would laugh.
Laugh at his misery and pain, laugh at his gurgled screams after she slashed his neck, laugh at everything.
Her uncle would give his last breath under her, but she would keep slicing him. She would only give up her dicying after sun came out and would smile prodly at her art.
Rose smiled largely in real world, pleassed and satisfied with her fantasy.
She was now relaxed and couldn't feel the pain anymore, so she stood up. Pain had subsided to only dull throb but that felt like heaven compared earlier sensation.
Slowly, she lifted chair back up and pushed it back to its places besides table.
Smile on her face never weakned as she walked around, searching for her servant friends. When founding none, she shrugged and went nack to her room, giggling manically and plotting her uncle's demise before she fell asleep her mind now filled with blood and screams of him.
Her birthday came next day and she felt absolutelly fabulous today. Humming a bit, she did her chores effectly before went to kitchen. One drawer was opened and metal blades at there were revalved to eight year old girl who laughed slightly at sight.
Picking the one with best handle, she took also meter of rope, candle, box of matches and ice cream scoop. Tiptoying to his bedroom, she litted her candle and stepped inside, her teeth glemming in warm flame that once had killed her parents.
She approached his body with stelth and laid her candle on his night table. Before that would burn out man would be dead.
Thought of death made her feel giddy and excited. She would remember this as her best accomplishment and if she would get childrens, she would tell her tale to them.
Marriadge. It was the only thing that she still believed to be purely from love. Only through marriadge did children trully born, not through one night stands. They were passionet moments and couldn't make something like baby come out of it.
These were her beliefs, but they would shown false during her many adoptions. It would be also during those weeks that she would lost respect on marriadge and would come realize that there was no marriadges, only contracts. But that was her future self's problems. Now she had a man that needed to be punished.
She looked at man with large smile on her face after she had tied him tightly in her rope. She had made sure that he couldn't shake them off or brake them, making him helpless under her hands.
Man suddenly woke up in pain as she had slapped him. Disortied, he tried to see what was going on but when he saw his niece, he froze.
She had impossible huge grin on her face, like if she had found his fearfully eyes amusing which she did.
"Hello uncle, did you sleep well?" She asked quietly, her bloodlust overpowering her voice.
Jim looked in his panic at himself, only to find him neatly packed like ham during christmas. He tried to say something, but all that came was inchorent noise, like if he was chocking in his own saliva. Her grin was impossible wide when he looked at her once more.
"Do you like it? It was hard to put that numbing poison to your food when you're in pains. Yes, the same exact numbing potion that you used on us was now used on yourself. Ironic isn't it?" She whispered to his ear, not because she didn't want to alert others but to make grander effect and by look of his wide eyes, she had out done herself.
Chuckling to herself, she revalved her knife, its blade twinkling in right angle. Man's eyes widened even more when he saw it and they almost bulged out when blade slowly decented on his skin.
"First" Rose said to herself, her eyes glinting dangerously as she smiled her to be pernemante smile. "Draw your cut lines."
Her blade danced over his skin, making him regret that he slept naked. Like she said, angry red lines were carved into his skin, deep enough to make him whimper but shallow enough that he wouldn't die from bloodloss. It looked like he was bitten by many animals, their teeth marks decoraiting his body for now on.
"Then make your jacket." Her hands shaked slightly, her tongue out as she concenrated on taking her uncle's skin without damaging his muscle or skin itself.
He felt only something that could be described as stabbing when her hands slipped and his muscles were distroied one by one. She would curse slightly when her blade would rip skin open but smiled through all her operation.
"Then take buttons from your tool box." Scoop was warmed over small flame, blackening its metal as her eyes met with her uncle's.
Madness had taken her, Jim thought with fear. Compleat and utter madness.
No longer he hoped for his rescurer to come quicker, he was doomed from his actions against this girl. He only hoped that he would die quicker.
Thinking that scoop was ready, Rose quickally mounted her uncle and slipped it into his eyehole.
Skin sizzled against hot metal, making him cry out a weak yell for his pain. Scoop was twisted, cutting his connection to eye, before it was pulled out with sicknening plop.
Rose grinded at blue eye that stared at her without seeing her. Her pleassure and exitment from doing this was overwhelming her senses which made her hastly drop eyeball to floor and vigorously attack his right one with her scoop.
His yells gained volume as his eye was gouged out with cold metal by his crazed niece.
This time scoop was twisted with too much power as when she took it away, she saw that his eye was in different position that it was supposed to be. Biological cover over right eye was damaged, letting white goo flow from it.
She watched at it with wide eyes and even wider grin, never had she seen something as beautiful as this. No, beautiful would be a poor word to describe it.
Magnificent, amazing, masterpiece even divine were too ugly to define what she saw.
"Absolutely marvelous." She whispered to herself, forgetting that her uncle was still there, bawling at his pain.
When he started trashing around, she woke up from her daze and slapped at him. "Quiet you slut! I'm not done with you!"
Broad grin settled on her face, remembing how he had said exactly same thing to her not two days ago. He stopped for awhile but when her blade again touched him, he continued his sifting, trying to get her off.
"Hey, stop it!" She shouted as candle that she had put on his night table tumbled to his fluffy carpet which caught fire quickally.
She jumped away from fire and watched as it climbed to his bed sheets. From there it jumped to bed curtains and from there it went to walls, consuming everything on its way.
Red and yellow flames licked Jim's form, his screams starting again.
She ran away.
Taking his briefcase where she knew was next days payment, she ran out from mansion that for two years was her home and prison.
Only stopping when she was outside, she breathed hard, trying to catch her breath when she remembered all those girls at basement. Her heart battled weakly against her mind in whatever or not she should save and losed it.
Her grin was big and her eyes were moist as she watched whole house get caught in fire, its heat tansferring to her.
Small crystals dripped from her eyes as she finally realised that she was free. Free from him.
"Free. Free! I'm free!" She repeated, laughing to high black sky at her happiness.
She stood there, crying and laughing until fire had burned everything down and stars dulled and pale moon was looming over horizant.
Only then did she move out from yard, opened gates and walked towards her new life, not once looking back at mansion that had appeared in her nightmares too many times to count.
AN: So Rose became psycho she is. Hope this entertained even smally at you. Next chapter is called Thrice. This is Rose, signing out!