My father sighed as he grabbed me by my rags, throwing me into the corner of the room. I only glared back.
"The rest of the gang is away..But she'll pay" my father apologized to Montparnasse, who smirked. Montparnasse, who enjoyed causing pain simply because he could, who would rather force himself on a defiant girl than a willing, who was a clear cut example of evil.
"I'll take care of it" Montparnasse said, refusing to break his eye contact with me. My father hesitated and nodded-after all, Montparnasse was a paying customer. He stepped out, taking to the streets to avoid having to watch without participating.
Montparnasse's hand snaked out and gripped my throat, simultaneously pinning me to the wall and lifting me so that I could hardly reach the ground. My hands desperately grasped his to try and pry him off, my world spinning.
"Don't fight me again darling" he whispered as he leant in close to my ear. His hand released my throat and I eagerly sucked in gulps of air before his lips crashed against mine, sucking away the precious oxygen. His hands slowly wandered, discarding my feeble clothing.
I didn't fight.
His lips latched onto my neck, sucking hard. I disregarded any cravings my body exhibited, by now I was aware of the distinction between body and mind. I let him trace his hands over my body, his grimy fingers bruising and dirtying my already filthy body.
I didn't fight.
He pushed me where he wanted me to be, he directed my hands and my mouth. I was his slave and prisoner, it was forced without compassion or tenderness. He could control me, and
I couldn't fight.
I just wanted it to be over. I knew what would come next, and it was better than what I just went through. Sure enough, he grabbed his knife.
"You better not fight me again Eponine" he hissed, emphasizing my name He dragged the knife through my skin, taunting me as he did so. It wrapped around my arm like a red snake, coiling from my shoulder to my elbow. I yelped at first, but forced myself to remain quiet as the pain hit my body in waves that threatened to knock me over. The snake quivered every time my arm shook as I tried to hold the pain in. Pain that radiated from my heart into my bloodstream, coursing through my entire body. That wasn't it.
He held the knife close to my throat, too close for comfort.
"You won't push me away again, now will you dear Eponine?" he whispered against my ear, the cold,wet knife grazing my throat. With every moment of silence he inched it closer until a small drop of red emanated from my neck.
"No" I whispered.
I couldn't fight.
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