THIRD PERSON'S POV:

The next day ,Rosette was sitting in her room typing her resignation letter. She wasn't scared for herself, she was scared for her sister.

She was praying with all her soul that he forgets all about that incident, but then she remembered the look on his face. It still sent shivers down her spine when she thought about how his eyes had looked or how he had clenched his jaw so tight that she was expecting blood to start flowing.

She typed the letter and closed her laptop. Amy was home yet, but she heard the front door open.

She tied her hair in a bun and was going downstairs.

She opened her door but she panicked after seeing Eric leaning on the door frame.

"Is there something you need sir?" She asked, her eyes on her feet, and her voice merely a whisper.

"I need many things my dear sister, but the real question is , would you give them to me?" Rose lifted her face to look at him, a disgusting expression on his face, he was eyeing her like a hawk.

Rose knew what that meant but she said nothing. Eric took a step towards her, and Rose took a step back, there was nothing more she could do now, she was done for.

Eric grabbed her arm and pushed her on the bed, behind them. Rose's room wasn't big, it was a cramped place with a single bed with a broken spring mattress and rusty iron frame in one corner and a closet in the other, the bathroom was beside the closet and the door was right in front of the bed.

She couldn't move. He crawled over her, her legs secured below his, she could see his length hardening. "Easy there love." He said while stroking her stray strands that had escaped her bun.

Eric had many times touched her and made her uncomfortable but he had never gone beyond that. It was his own way of telling her that if she was ever to loose it, it would only be when he wanted to take it.

Rose couldn't move, she was petrified, Eric undid his belt and wrapped it on his palm.

"Get UP" he commanded Rose.

Rose knew what Eric was about to do, She sat up on the bed, kneeling on her knees.

"On the floor my pretty doll." He said.

Rose got up and kneeled on the floor. Eric got up slowly from the bed and stood in front of her.

Rose kept her head down. "Open my zip" he commanded.

Rose brought up her shaking hands but couldn't touch him there, not even in her wildest dreams.

"I SAID OPEN THE FUCKING ZIP" He yelled. His voice filled the silence of the empty house. No one was home, it was nearly three in the afternoon, all the maids had gone to their quarters after finishing their chores.

"I can't" She whispered.

That's when the belt came down on her left arm side. At first it felt numb, as if the whole arm had been anesthetized, but then the tingling warmth spread all across her body. The pain took over and she yelped in pain. Her skin breaking and burning beneath her yellow shirt.

"Would you do it now?" he asked ready to accept a more satisfying answer.

Rose was lying on the floor sobbing with the pain, her skin was burning. But she sat up and raised her hands to the zip and almost touched it when her arms fells down on her lap, she couldn't ...

Then came down the second slash, on the same arm but with greater force, she screamed in pain, it was getting so painful that her eyes were getting hazy.

He opened his zip and took out his length, he grabbed her chin and made her look up. "Come on dear sister, open that pretty mouth of yours." he said, squeezing her jaw forcing her mouth open.

He shoved his penis into her mouth. Rose was horrified.

Rosette's tears were blinding her eyes, he was enjoying this, he brought down another slash, breaking the skin of her back, right across her spinal chord, she screamed and gagged , but he didn't care.

He brought down more slashes, nine to be exact, all over her body and legs before cumming into her mouth, he spared her face, calling it mercy.

The slashes were deep and blood was oozing out from her broken skin. She spat the semen out. The pain was so intense that Rose's eyes started closing and the world started blacking out.

After all this he simply walked out of the room, leaving her fainted on the floor with cum and blood all over her cloths.

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Rosette stood in front of the mirror in her underwear looking at her body, covered with scars both new and old. This had happened to her every once in a while, but no one knew except her best friend Rowan. But today she wasn't even going to tell him.

She was tired of being weak of not being able to fight back.

But did she have another option? Did she have the right to be happy?

She had eyes filled with tears. She was slowly tracing one of the new scars that ran from her waist to her belly button.

Mrs. Smith knocked at the door. It was her who had found Rose in the evening lying on the floor unconscious, and had tucked her into bed after changing her cloths and wiping the blood from her body last night.

She saw the girl standing in the bathroom, she pitied her but that was all she could do, She knew that if she stood up for her, it'll make everything worse for her. So she helped her when she could, by staying in boundaries.

She came closer to Rose, "May I?" she asked, after taking out an ice pack and some bandages out of her apron and placing it on the sink . Rose nodded weakly. Mrs. Smith put a small gag in her mouth.

Mrs. Smith tried to be gentle but the wounds were deeps and every time the ice made contact with her bruised skin she yelped in pain which got muffled by the cloth in her mouth.

When she was done bandaging her, Rose sat on the bed wearing her cloths. Mrs Smith was arranging the cooling salve and bandages on her withered wooden dressing table.

Amy who was passing through the corridor swung the door open and looked at Rose.

Seeing all the bandages she frowned. "What did you do? sluts like you really love pain, don't they?"

She said it more like a declaration than a question. She gave her a disgusted look and looked at her freshly manicured nails.

"Anyways, today Caelum White is coming to visit again , your dad will also come home till the afternoon, so you better not make any trouble." She said in a sharp voice.

Rose was petrified, she was shaking all over, she didn't even realize her teeth started clattering.

Amy looked up from her French manicured nails, just a glint of worry showing in those blue gray eyes, "Anything wrong?" her voice softer than before, sounding like she might be concern.

Rosette shook her head furiously and said, "Nothing ma,am."

The small fraction of a fraction of worry disappeared and nodding to herself she walked out of the room.

Rose had no idea what to do, What was Caelum coming for? Would he tell everyone about her little secret? Was he coming to fulfill his promise of turning her life into a living hell, or Was there some other reason?

Rose's anxiety was hitting so hard that she lost control of her own body, her body was reacting wildly at the thought of meeting that monster again, she was trying her best not to shake so much, but then her lungs failed her, they stopped working , but this time Rose was in so much misery that she didn't even care about counting or evening her breathing.

She face looked paler than snow and her eyes were starting to get hazy.

On seeing her panting and shaking so violently, Mrs. Smith ran to her side, she shook the girl but her shoulders trying to break the mental shield of questions she was building all around her.

But Rosette wont bulge, her eyes were still fixed on the place Amy had stood.

But that was all her body could take, her legs gave in and her eyes closed, she fell forward on Mrs. Smith, who held her and cried for the girl who was breaking everyday of her life.