a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

My Beautiful Face.

He ignores my cries for mercy. The love I had for him comes crumbling down. This feels like hell.
"Now you're going to be punished." He slaps me across the face. It stings so much.
He puts his hand under my bikini and begins toying with me. Yet this time I hate it.

Taylor, please make it stop.

I freeze up. My whole body goes numb as my protecter becomes my abuser.

Taylor, come back. Make him stop!

My whole body fills with rage.
"Get the fuck off me you prick" I kick my legs around as hard as I can.
"Stop struggling! You're a bad girl." He continues rubbing my clit

Do it.

I send my knee full force into his balls and push his chest back as far as I can. He falls back and stumbles on the spot for a second. I get up onto my feet

Fight Taylor. You're strong.

I charge at him and tackle him into the wall.
Tom chuckles "You bitch." He grabs my hair again and slams me to the floor.

Don't stop fighting Taylor.

I scan the room for anything I can quickly grab to defend myself, but theres nothing.
Instead I get back up and stand my ground
"You're a pathetic pig" I spit, while my body heats up
"Oh you wanna talk about pathetic huh?" He huffs

Don't let him talk to you like that.

"Oh get over yourself Tom. Who do you think you are!"
"Well. If you don't know who I am, go ask around and you'll find out" Cocky prick.
"Yeah, probably because you've slept with them!"
He raises his eyebrows at me
"No, they'll know me because I've probably killed half their bloodlines, Taylor. It seems like you've forgotten how much power I hold." He snarls

Run.

I sprint for the door and pull the handle down. Tom grabs my hips and pulls me back, sending me flying into a cabinet
"If you'd like," he walks over to me slowly as my body goes limp "I can show you how afraid people are of me" he gabs my throat and yanks me up onto my feet. He tightens his grip.

Taylor! Fight!

I kick him in the balls again, causing him to let go. I sprint for the door.

Hurry!

I get to the hallway and keep running, but Tom grabs my hair again and pulls me back to the room like I'm some kind of rag doll.
"Get the fuck off me!" I flail around
"You're not getting out of this without punishment" He slams the door again and smashes my face onto the wall while holding the back of my head.
"Say your sorry slut."
"No." He slams my face into the wall again, harder this time
"I can do this all night." He pulls my head back and gets ready
"Im not fucking apologising." He smashes my face into the wall again with all his strength.
I grow dizzy.
"Say. It." He lets go of my head and I fall to the floor as my consciousness fades.
"Say your sorry Taylor!" His voice becomes muffed and quiet, I pass out.

The sound of a door closing wakes me up abruptly. Im in bed? I look around to see the sun peeking through the curtains, then I find Tom who's stood at the door with his arms crossed.
Oh please God not again.
"Morning baby" Im sorry? What?
I stare at him, gobsmacked. No way did this piece of shit call me baby after beating me down all night.
He approaches me and I raise my hands, ready to fight again. But instead he climbs into the bed next to me. I move away from him. His presence is horrifying

I feel a hand stroke my hair.
"Does your face hurt love?" he moves his hand to caress my beat up face. I wince as he touches my forehead, there must be a bruise.
"Cmon baby, lets go downstairs" Im so fucking pissed.
He picks me up bridal style and brings me to the kitchen where the boys are passed out from the night before.

Tom puts me on a stool and pats my shoulder.
My whole body aches, my hands are sore and my face feels like its on fire. Gustav slowly wakes up. He groans and looks around, his face drops when he sees me. Surely I cant be beat up that bad? His eyes are wide open as me takes in my bloody face, he nudges Bill who lifts his head up and looks at Gustav. Gustav points to me and Bill directs his gaze to me. His jaw drops.
Tom comes over to me, coffee in hand
"Cmon then baby" He drags me back to our room by my wrist and sits on the bed

"What the fuck Tom?" I stare at him as he sips his drink as if nothing happened.
I walk over to the wardrobe to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is matted and messy, my arms are bruised and red. My face. My forehead is cut open. Theres dried blood dripping down my temple. My left eye is completely bruised and my cheek is tender and swollen.
I collapse onto the floor. I don't recognise myself.

"Tom!" I scream. He walks over to me
"You're a disgusting piece of shit!" I shout. He kicks me in the back
"You did this to me!" I bawl
"LOOK AT ME TOM" My voice breaks
"LOOK AT ME" I stand up and turn to face him
"You've ruined me" My voice trembles as I sob
"You did this to yourself, Taylor" My jaw drops
"You're a cunt Tom!" He clenches his fist
"You're a prick!" He raises his fist
"You are a monster." He sends his fist into my cheek I wince in pain
"I hate you!" He punches me again. And again. And again.