Strip

Trigger Warning: Short account of SA below. I do not support these actions, on this count, it is essential to the plot.

Three women walked into the room and a man stood by the door. With rattles and clacks, Isadora was freed from the chains that bound her and she slumped into the arms of another lady, too weak to hold herself up.

Isadora heard a grunt and felt herself being taken up on a shoulder. Unable to keep track from a blank mind, the next thing she could decipher was being kept in a mass of water.

"Hnng~" Isadora winced from the scrubbing done on her body. Although hazy, bit by bit she was becoming more aware of her surroundings.

She vaguely heard a whisper, 'Don't resist and it won't hurt as much'.

After the bath, she was clothed in a white nightdress and left to sit in a room.

Isadora's fingers twitched with anxiety. She did not want this. Whatever was going to happen, she hated it. She should leave...escape! her mind screamed.

Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. No, she couldn't escape, They found out about Giana. Perhaps he might go easy on her mother, if she was submissive.

At this point, Isadora almost burst out in laughter. Since when was she so generous to care for another's life?

She needed something from Giana. Giana dared not die yet.

The door opens without warning. Vincent walked in with an imposing presence, suddenly it felt as if the air was charged. Isadora could begin to feel her breath waver. Any encounter with this man felt like a walk with the devil.

Isadora's nose twitched. She could smell a good amount of strong alcohol from the incoming presence, he had been drinking and was much less sober than the average person.

Vincent' unbending gaze rested on Isadora for a second. It seemed as if he would suddenly approach and choke her to death. 

"Strip." He commanded.

Her body betraying her mind, Isadora stood up and began taking off the nightdress in the robot-like fashion. The clothing fell by her toes leaving her naked body on full display…. she wasn't in any underwear.

Vincent let out a grunt of satisfaction by her obedience.

He motioned his hands to the bed and she followed suit. 

Vincent approached Isadora, her face in focus. Soon he was just in front of her. It was then Isadora properly noticed his features.

Features which shown through the cloak of mask. His piercing grey's eyes never failed to intimidate her, like a wolf lock targeting it's prey... it was the opposite of his heart,... beautiful

Even while standing, he was tall, very tall, practically towering over her. Suddenly she felt like a rabbit in front of a hungry wolf, his dominating aura crept up her skin.

Isadora's lips parted open, "How about we talk about this Vincent, I …"

Before she could finish speaking, her body had landed roughly on the bed from Vincent's push.

"That's master to you." He groaned in disgust. "You and I have nothing to talk about."

"Master… What are you doing?" She spoke through gritted teeth, her voice filled with loath.

Isadora wasn't a virgin and she wasn't oblivious of what a man's body looked and felt like. However, she prayed earnestly it was not what she was thinking about. Even if it was a slim chance she wanted to avoid this at all costs.

Her expression had a contract with deep fear.

"Please don't…"

"On your knees." He commanded, cutting her off. Her voice irritated him, he did not want to hear it.

Once again her mind rebelled but her body obeyed. Isadora had her chest on the sheets and her back in a slope. The end of her body was held up in a kneeling position.

She could hear Vincent shuffle down his trousers to the ground. Isadora closed her eyes in preparation for what was to come but nothing could prepare her for the feeling that had enveloped her.

Pain. Who could be prepared for pain?

"Arggh!" She winced, as her body twisted and trembled against the sheets, in this second, one place of her body was burning the most.

A sense of dread rolled through the pit of her stomach, it was happening again. A long buried memory began forcing its way into her mind once more. It should not be pain she should prepare for, it should be for what's coming and at the moment she had no guard against it.

"Be still" He said, stabling himself into her. Only the tip had entered, she needed to take it all.

He was too big. It would rip if things go on in this pace.

In one hard thrust, he got in. Suddenly she was filled up in a place she never noticed was empty. At this moment, Isadora's soulless eyes became saturated with tears for the first time in years, she let out an excruciating cry.

This didn't make him go any gentler, he thrust into her repeatedly without mercy. Each plunge felt as though she had been set on fire.

"Gah!" She gasped, breathlessly. 

Endure it, she warned herself. Being overwhelmed would not help the situation, she needed to pass through this sane, She was Isadora! She needed to be strong!

He got in and out not bothering to angle his movements. He was rough and ate into her like a beast in heat. In all of his he held no expression of pleasure, rather was drunk in rath and loath.

Isadora bit into the sheets--hard! Grinding her teeth, desperate to find a distraction but it was futile. The pains were too hard to ignore. Her body twisted in ways she never knew it could but she never fell out of place, Both her arms had been secured tightly on her back, redeeming her movements useless.

Each thrust sent her mind deeper and deeper into mayhem. She couldn't stop it, the memory broke through.

"Father, it hurts…." Her lips quivered these words, and consciousness received a blackout.