Chapter 7: Restarting (not exactly)
Rated M for rape and adult content
Turn your pain into wisdom
- Oprah Winfrey
"Papa… is that really you?" The ash-blonde girl asked hesitantly as she leaned forward, scrutinizing the redhead that stood before her in shock. His face was almost as if it was carved from her imagination or memory – it was the same, except that there were a few wrinkles here and there.
"He's your dad? He looks nothing like you." Soul whispered in disbelief, his head turning back and forth so fast that it looked comical as the albino tried to find similarities.
Tears welled up in Spirit's eyes as recognition hit him, his little darling angel has returned and he was never going to let go. He was going to make up for the lost years. "MAKAAAAAA!" Her father sobbed, pouncing onto the poor girl as she screamed.
"Get off her, old man." Soul grunted as he yanked his collar, flinging him back to the wall as he pulled Maka back up on the bed, giving him a frosty stare for hurting the green-eyed patient.
"Octopus-head, how dare you try and separate me from my daughter!?" He demanded, standing taller. "I've lost her for FIVE YEARS you idiot, and now you're trying to steal her away from me?" Spirit scowled his hand turning into a scythe as it pierced through the white pastel walls, making Soul cornered.
"Well, nut case…." Soul murmured, his dull red eyes becoming almost alive as the redness in his eyes looked like newly split blood. "Your dear daughter is injured and you suddenly hugged her? Have you not thought of her injuries or how fragile she could be? Back off." Soul growled, grabbing the grey and black scythe with ease and pushing it back.
"Maka don't tell me you hang out with such people." Spirit hissed. "They are bad company."
"Bad company? You call the people who saved lives bad company? Figures." Soul snorted.
"Go to hell." Spirit spat.
"Been there, felt the pain, survived." Soul said indifferently, looking out of the window.
"Can you guys speak in a civilized manner?" Maka snapped, glaring at both parties, cutting her father off before he could attempt to make another smart ass remark.
"Maks, if we were barbaric, we would have gone for each other's throat just now." Soul pointed out.
"Well, you are definitely barbaric." Spirit smirked. "With untamed hair and a cocky demeanor and no respects for the elders, you are no different from a cave man."
"At least I don't have a scent on myself as if a ton of cheap perfume had been dunked onto me and there are lip stains on my neck." Soul countered back. "And I thought you had a wife?"
"She's dead, boy." Spirit snarled, grabbing the albino by the collar.
"Doesn't give you a reason to be unfaithful either."
"Stop these immature acts now!" Maka hollered, pushing them away the last the last second they lunged at each other. "Soul's my savior and friend, you are NOT allowed to kill him or I will kill you myself." Maka frowned, asking her papa to not use weapons. "Soul, stop insulting papa or you'll have hell to pay with later."
"Like you could – "
"MAKA CHOP!"
The first aid book landed on the albino's boy thick skull, he withered onto the floor like a snake, collapsing, promising that he would be unconscious for an hour or two at least. She winced at the searing pain from her hands as she grasped onto the bed sheets, willing the burning sensation to cool down, dropping the book.
"Papa!" She sent a warning look at him. "The time for you to give me the bird and bees talk is long gone! Your daughter's fucking virtue was stolen from her a year ago! Get over with it, because she's got no innocence left." She gritted her teeth, admitting the sad truth.
"Well princess, it's finally your BIG day…." Giriko cackled, dragging the ash-blonde slave by the hair as she yelped, squirming under her grip.
She dreaded this day – she definitely didn't want the dicks of filthy man in her. It made her a slut and more miserable than she already was. But to them…. They had no pity – it was all pleasure for them.
"So many people paid to fuck ya, do ya know that?" The blonde man chuckled, tossing her into the arena where men were lined up, eying her as if she was the most appetizing piece of meat.
She shivered as she tried to scramble away; she would fight a million beasts than face this. She let out an 'oof', Giriko kicking her gut, signaling for the men to start giving her hell; a memory that would be burnt into the back of her mind.
The men undid the fly of their pants as one of them pulled her roughly, pushing this dick into her mouth as she held in the instinct to puke. There was this filth smell that she couldn't understand and she loathed it.
The men towered over her as she felt cornered; suddenly she felt that the audience that used to mock her and insult her was nothing because in her entire life she had never felt so much fear seeping out of her skin.
She let out a strangled gasp as one of the men grabbed her hips and slammed into her painfully as she let out a sob, feeling her hymen rip. Virginity was like a bubble once it's popped, you can't mend it anymore.
The pain continued as the man pounded into her, the other making her deep throat his dick forcefully. It had taken so much restraint to keep the bile from rising and she would never know where she got so much tolerance from.
She barely paid attention to the man's loud moans as he climaxed, his semen jutting out into her mouth as she cringed, tasting the foul taste of it. If she thought pre-semen was bad – this was probably twice worse.
She screamed in pain as a whip descended on her as she glared at the man who was swinging it above his head like a cowboy, giving her another whip as crimson blood started to leak out from the prominent wound. It was almost as if her skin cracked apart; a sight that she didn't love at all.
Nails dug into her hips as men teased her anal opening with their dicks by pressing against it, tears were already streaming down her eyes and she was almost affirmative that she was bleeding from her vulva.
Her body was abused for hours or maybe days because the men seemed to have an insatiable appetite for pleasure, she was left panting shallowly and looking at the blood stained floor. Her clothes were nowhere to be seen as it was ripped to shreds, her body with so many knives and whip marks that she thought was impossible to accumulate.
"It's all good business, sweetheart." Giriko murmured as he dragged her limp body back to the cell, leaving her friends to tend to her.
Maka shook her head at the memory as she clutched onto herself, not caring about the pain she was causing to herself anymore. She had lost her virtue; her innocence to unknown men who didn't give a damn about her.
She laughed darkly, knowing her life would never revolve around fairytales. They didn't exist because the days of dreaming were over, because if she ever had a Prince Charming, he would guarantee to be beaten up for coming too late.
She grabbed her father's hand that reached out to ruffle her hair, growling. "Don't touch me. I'm not worth your love – I'm covered in so much filth."
"Filth or not – you're still my daughter. Joining this association means starting anew for you." Spirit murmured, pulling his once lost daughter into a tight embrace and letting her cry her heart out of what she had lost and found at the same time.
He was determined to let her heal. Plus the fact that he was going to kill those motherfuckers who did this to his angel.
Soul watched the affectionate and united father and daughter enviously as he gazed out of the window, slightly curious how his family was coping. But being isolated from other societies in Death City didn't particularly help and that felt like it was two lives ago instead of one.
It had been three years since he joined the circus and lost his rightful name as Seth Evans because he was a different person. Three years that he seen so much about how inhumane people could be; two years that he had gotten to know a group of people he knew he would keep forever because of the unbreakable bond and pain they shared. A few days where he fully decided his name and also escape out of their impending hell.
If he ever had a chance; he would say that he was proud to survive something that horrible and he wouldn't want to change a thing.
Maka looked over her papa's shoulders to meet the albino's red wine eyes with her tear-filled green ones, both of them touching the mark of the spider. They knew their fight for freedom hasn't ended just yet.
As if they were speaking telepathically as their eyes filled with hatred and hurt, they knew they were on the same page.
The past would still catch up with us sooner or later.
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