Pristine_Writes13

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, they say. 

But what will you do when the lemons are being thrown at you by your family members?

Nesrin, an adopted daughter of a well-known mafia Lord is always tossed around like a filthy rag doll in the hands of her family, because of her poor and wretched background.

She is used as pleased in the dangerous hands of people surrounding her - whipped daily and assaulted at will.

Nesrin is thrown into another level of hell when she's finally handed off to Kinder Lancaster as  compensation for a deal gone bad by her stepfather.

The name Kinder is akin to pain and bloodshed. Wherever the name is mentioned it lights up every warning bell in the mind of the hearer because of the trail of tears and blood that follows the Kinders wherever they go.

She struggles to be a loyal and obedient slave but nothing seems to please the family members of her new master, always going through unspeakable torture,  humiliation, and brutalized in the worst ways. 

But when the oldest son of the Kinder family returns from a mission to the manor and his cold eyes come across Nesrin.
Something reignites inside of him.

Will he rescue her from the depths of the unimaginable hell she has been through?

Or will he join in on the brutal ride because of the past they have?

Beyond Tears

I let my head fall back unto the cold tiles behind me.


My churning gut blocks out all other clear thoughts.


My hands shake with the blade in it begging me not to do it.


I showed them that I'm a weak broken doll again.


I couldn't make out where my own tongue was.


The fear churned in me and dragged me into it's swirling hole.


I couldn't even raise my head, no matter how hard I tried.


My chest swells up with black emotions, making it hard to breathe.


Air rushes out of my nose in short spurts and my lungs burn with the need for more air.


My eyes clad shut as my hands raise my gown to reveal my scar littered thighs.


My eyes scan it for an uncut spot and I find one.


My piece of heaven's just a slice away.


My relief's staring at me right in the eye.


Temporary yet, I crave it's bloody magic.


A scream erupts from me and  my hands fall over my lips and muffles my howling cries into a low groan.


Seconds of sizzling pain fades into the kind of freedom I'm used to.


I watch through glassy eyes as the crimson liquid drips down unto the tiles beneath.


Ease jets through me, loosening my constrained muscles and biting nerves.


Relief shoots through my veins and paces it down.


I take in a powerful nose full of air and my breathing falls into place.


Reminding to feel my surroundings again.


Everything becomes clear in a daze and the usual pain mollifies into a dull throb for I've opened an outlet.


I just wanted to relish in high of my own blood, trailing down my skin and taking all my worries with it.


But Amelia's pounding on the door registers.


She pleads at the very verge of tears and I wholesomely ignore her.


Water spills over the blood covered blade as I rinse it off.


Shivers run into me as the chilly temperated water hits my thighs from the little waterfall as I wash of my blood.


Time to face my life and the demons in it.


She wraps her arms around me as soon as I unlock the door.


She gets a good hold on me and locks the bathroom door firmly.


My room door clicks open and I see Mr Laurel and his sons walk in and shut the door.


Moments of uneasy silence drag by as gazes pierce through me.


His eyes narrow down to slits and the hate in his voice unreserved.


Elvis paces around dramatically in the corner of the of the room.


"Father! Lord James Graven was in that hall. He saw it!"


Elvis hollered frantically, exerting fury.


Mr Laurel throws his stunted arm in my direction and his palm strikes my face to the side. 


My tongue picks up on a fresh flavour of metal on my inner lips.


Chapter five