Saturday’s
Saturday morning.
Y/n loved Saturday's especially this particular Saturday with it being one of the few days a month that she's allowed out of the basement with serious of various of conditions of course.
She wasn't allowed to talk unless she got talked which was rarely anyways so she mostly just stayed quiet.
She weren't allowed to use any technology in the house, under any circumstances.
She needed to stay away from all windows or the door so no one could see her.
She needed to
No food apart from some old bread that sometimes even would have a few spots of mould on it so it was rare she got anything really.
And she was only allowed to drink about three cups of water throughout the whole day before she was taken back to the basement.
Or as her foster family would call it mainly her foster siblings, "the place she deserved to live".
These was many of the rules that she needed to fallow but honestly it was all worth it especially since her wrists and ankles got a break from the chains that they forced her to have.
She didn't know why she felt it was worth it though, she knew damn well that to everyone in that house she wasn't seen as anything but a servant. Someone they could boss around, and threat however they'd like.
She was their punching bag.
Someone they could blame if anything ever went wrong.
It somehow was always Y/n's fault even when she was locked down in the basement, she'd be punished for her siblings faults.
But to her this was normal.
It wasn't the best home she'd been in but it was longest. They were the only family that never complained about her because they liked to have power of her.
They enjoyed the fear that they could see on Y/n's face anytime that they threatened to move her to a new home or she knew that she was about to be punished.
It honestly gave them all a kick but who enjoyed it the most was her foster father.
To him and him only she was, let us but it this way Y/n was a way that he could blow of some steam wether that he abusing her or sexual assaulting her.
And no one in the house stopped him. Not that Y/n expected them to do that but it would of been nice to have someone to care about her the way she barley remembered her mom did.
In a way people are supposed to be treating a child in their care rather it be foster, biological or a student.
She just wanted to be treated with respect.
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Y/n peacefully slept, sitting against the wall behind her resting her head against the bars of the cell.
She'd been up most of the night just hoping the night would soon turn to day and she were allowed upstairs for some "fresh air".
It would honestly just mostly consist of her sitting in the coolest room under the air conditioning while she listen to her foster brother's and sister's that were allowed to play outside in the sun.
Suddenly a feeling of freezing cold water jolts Y/n awake from her somewhat peaceful slumber.
"Get up, lazy pug!" Her foster father barked at her loudly.
Y/n wraps her arms around herself as far as she could without it pulling too much on the chains that were tighter and tighter for each day that slowly passed by.
Her teeth grinning together, feeling more cold now than she'd done in a few days.
It was always cold down her in the basement cell she were held in but with the heatwave suddenly coming to London it was warmer down her then usual.
She painfully stands up onto her own two feet, needing to use the wall behind her for support not to just collapse onto her knees.
She quickly moves away from the cell door. Last time she stood too close to the door, she got it smacked straight in her face with full force.
Even though she was sure that it could of been even harder if he wanted to do it.
She could feel the fear settling in her body. A wave of nausea and anxiety dawns over like a tsunami.
She hated the Saturday mornings when her foster father would get her. That meant one thing and one thing only.
He needed to blow of some steam.
Her foster father pulls the key down from the beg, only just high enough on the wall for Y/n to be unable to reach it.
Despite they could possibly leave the key on the ground and she wouldn't even try to take it. The memories of the last time she tried echoing in her head.
Y/n almost stumbled as she were dragged down the stairs to the basement by her ear. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, not because it hurt but she was terrified of what her foster mother would do to her if she didn't listen.
Reaching the cell door her foster mother opening it with her free hand and almost threw the tiny girl into the cell stepping in behind her.
Y/n hoped that it was to put on the chains around her ankles and feet that they installed the other day but by the look in the older woman's face she knew that it wasn't.
Her eyes were filled with darkness and lust.
Two of the things Y/n feared the most in the women as it meant one thing and one thing only.
"I-I'm sorry please! Please I won't try to escape again. It was a mistake please!" Y/n tried to plead hoping the woman would come to her senses.
But she didn't.
The woman raised her hand, held it as far back as she could before slapping Y/n across the face leaving a red mark on the tiny, skinny girls face.
"You will never escape from here, do you hear me! We own you!" The woman screams in Y/n face.
She rooked closer and closer steps towards Y/n until she was pressed against the wall in the rather small cell.
Her whole body were trembling in fear just hoping- no begging that the woman's rage wouldn't kill her even though maybe she would be better of dead.
It wasn't like anyone cared for the girls life anyway.
The woman pulled out a knife from her pocket, knife that Y/n was way too familiar with.
A look off terror flashes in Y/n's emerald green eyes, upon seeing the knife in her hand.
She squeezes her shut just awaiting for her punishment. Silently hoping that someone would come save her but with each punishment she hoped that but no one ever came.
The man opens the cell door and steps inside making Y/n flinch back in fear. She didn't know what punishment she would prefer right now.
But she certainly didn't want to be raped again.
She'd lost count on how many times she'd been raped since the age of eight. It started at her first ever foster home but in the current one it was almost a daily occurrence.
She was sure that if they would allow her access to food, she'd be pregnant or would've had a child because of this man and the oldest son that were in his early twenties.
"I've got this weird feeling today of betrayal. I got a call from your case worker. She's coming to visit so I'm going to ask you one time and one time only. Did you call them?" Her foster father asked, his voice filled with anger and resentment.
Y/n froze up.
She'd been locked up in this cell for seven weeks now only interacting with people in this house and only when they came down to the basement which were only her foster father or her foster brother at most point.
Sometimes her foster mother would come down to punish her because her foster sister would spread lies of her just for the sake of their own entertainment.
"N-no s-sir" she stutter out looking down at her own feet.
They were pale and this bluish colour. It was some kind of miracle that she hadn't died yet just because of the tightness of the chains and her poor circulation.
The skinny, black haired male steps closer to Y/n. He raise his hand and slap her hard across the face leaving a throbbing red hand mark on her cheek.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" He's voice screams echoing even louder in the rather empty basement.
Y/n looks up at the man in front of her, meeting the look of resentment, darkness and anger.
"I didn't sir" Y/n speaks this time a bit more confident in her voice as she spoke.
Despite she knew that no matter how much she denied it- how much she tried to defend herself it wouldn't work.
She'd be punished either way.
"LIAR!" He screams once again putting his hand on her this time with fist hitting her straight in the lip.
And once again the look of desire and determination appeared in the man's eyes.
Oh how much more she hated this look on that smug face of his then the resentment, anger and darkness.
At least then she knew that the only punishment she should receive were a beating.
In a split second she went from standing against the wall to be pushed down on the small dirty almost rotten mattress on the floor, him laying down on top of her.
She squeezed her eyes shut close, grasping onto something as she tries to focus on the unbearable throbbing pain in her face.
"It'll soon be over"
Y/n kept thinking in her head not daring to even try move away from the man knowing by now that will only make the situation worse.
But for some reason it hurt more now than it first time she were assaulted. And that's when she felt it... The cold metal bead against the inside of her thigh.
"Please..." she begs.
The male leans slightly up using his free hand to choke the girl, squeezing tighter and tighter until only thing that could be heard was Y/n trying desperately to gasp for air.
She claws at his skin desperate to get away but despite his hard she tries it's pointless. She was weak and she knew it.
There wasn't a single way that she could get away from him right now so all she could do was admitting defeat.
She laid there begging for someone- anyone to just save her from this nightmare. It was the only thing that consumed her brain until everything faded into nothing.
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Throbbing pain and agony rushes through Y/n finally letting her open her eyes. She could feel the cold tiles of the basement floor against her back.
Painfully she moves, sitting up against the wall. It doesn't take long before she realises that she's naked.
She spots her ripped off clothes by the mattress. They were covered with blood. She inhaled shakily before looking down at her own body.
Bruises.
Blood.
Cuts.
Some deep while others were superficial.
Her whole body felt in agony.
Her throat were throbbing so were her face and she could feel blood still trickling down in between her inner thighs.
She couldn't believe this was happening again, and she knew that it would only continue to happen over and over again until she eventually died.
In that moment she felt so lost.
So broken and dirty.
Her head were screaming at her.
"Whore"
"You didn't say no"
"Coward"
"Kill yourself"
"You deserve to die"
"No cares"
"Your mom is dead because of you"
She painfully moves her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She bury her head into her knees moving her arms ever so slightly so she could over while holding herself.
She tried to silence out the loud sounds of her own voice in her head but deep down she knew that it was only one thing that could help right now.
She looks up, scanning the small cell for something, just something that she could use to hurt herself with.
She spots the water mug standing on the floor right outside her cell door.
"Bingo" she whispers to herself.
Painfully she pushes herself closer and closer to the bars of the cell. The chains were still pulling at her wrists and ankles.
It hurt but right now she just enjoyed the pain especially since it silenced the screaming thoughts in her head.
Finally she reaches the cell door. She pry her hand between the bars of the cell, just reaching far enough to grab the mug.
She quickly gulp down the water before forcefully smashing the mug into the floor breaking it into thousand pieces.
Luckily for her the basement were sound proofed. Not that she thought that she thought either of them would really care if they could hear it.
They would probably just laugh at her.
She scans over the pieces and picks up the sharpest one. She hold it against her wrist, her body was full of scars and cuts anyway.
Some from her foster families, but most of them was from herself. It had been the only way that she could cope with anything for years.
She'd been feeling dead but with hurting herself she finally felt alive. It made her feel something other than darkness and numbness.
"What's a few more" she whispers quietly to herself.
She dig the shard of glass into her skin deeply before dragging it across. She stares down as the white line of skin appears before blood start trickling down her wrist and into her hand.
She do it again and again, deeper and deeper into her skin. Feeling the rush of the weird feeling of comfort overcoming her.
Once there's not anymore places to cut her right arm, she moves over and start cutting at her left arm.
She felt high in that moment, and it wasn't anything that could break her now. Not even her foster family.
The first times she did it hurt like a bitch but she got so used to the pain that it didn't hurt anymore. It just gave her some peace.
But this was a secret she couldn't tell to anyone, even if she had the chance to tell the outside world.
It was enough that her foster found out, and she just screamed at her that she was a freak and needed to be locked up.
Every since that day Y/n believed that. She was a ugly, fat monster that needed to be locked away. So no she would never escape this hell house at least not alive.