Page 1 of Raven's Daggers
Prologue
Raven (age 17)
Hearing my bedroom door open jolts me awake.God no, please, not again.Brock saunters over to my bed, ripping the blankets from my body. His hot breath hits my cheek as he whispers.
“Wake up Sweetness. Mommy’s gone, now it’s time for us to play. I waited all day to get you all to myself.” He groans, placing a kiss against my jaw. I don’t move. I’m too afraid to fight back, so I lay here, wanting to vomit at his words.This man makes me sick.He grabs my wrists, reaches in his back pocket and retrieves handcuffs.
“No, please. Please don’t.” I beg as the cold metal slaps my skin and the cuffs tighten around my wrists, closing them enough to pinch my skin. Tears fall down my cheeks, but he doesn’t care. The sick fuck groans as he licks the salty liquid from my face. “Your tears taste just as sweet as you do,” he rasps, taking my cuffed hands and bringing them up to the top of the headboard as he grabs something from his front pocket.
“No sense in begging me to stop, you know you love it. You like when I take your control away.” He whispers against my cheek.
“I fucking hate you, you sick fucking bastard. You took my choice away! And the only reason you do this is because you know I can only fight so much.” I sneer, my voice laced with venom as tears continue to leak down my face. Thrashing against the cuffs as he hovers over me, I manage to kick him in the thigh, wishing it was his nuts, but he moves just as my foot connects.Goddamnit.
Rearing back, he slaps me across the face hard enough it whips to the side, spots littering my vision.
“You bitch. I’ll make sure I fuck you good and hard, leaving your tight little body riddled with my marks. No one will ever want you after I’m done ruining you.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, spitting blood in his face. He roars before he scoops the blood up with his fingers, licking them clean. Sick fuck.
I continue to thrash but he ties my feet to the end of the bed. Taking his knife out,he shreds my clothes, leaving me bare in front of him. I have almost no movement.I’m weak, I’ll always be weak, but I try to find a happy place deep in my mind.Trying-and failing-to just shut my brain off, I scream out in pain when he slams into me. It hurts so fucking bad. I squeeze my eyes shut as he brutally ruts into me.
His grip on my thighs has me knowing damn well I’ll have finger marks in the morning. Please, someone make it stop. Where’s my mom? She’s supposed to save me from the monsters, but she doesn't. I'm alone, always alone, with this monster. Maybe, if I turn my fear into anger I can get through this. Channeling the rage for my mother allowing this to happen, I spit venom at the monster before me.
“I will kill you for this one day. I swear it on my life.” I threaten with a promise. Fuck this. That only lands me another slap to my face.
“You only wish you could kill me. You and this tight pussy will be mine. Forever.” He grunts. Fuck him! He may have the upper hand now, but one day, I will get my revenge and end his pathetic life. Right now, I have to keep my mouth shut or else he will kill my mother in front of me, then make sure I’m his forever. I would rather kill myself than live this life.
He ruts into me a few more times before pulling out and releasing his disgusting cum all over my tits and stomach. Just when I think it’s over and can take a deep breath, I see the metal reflect in the night’s sky through my window.
Looking through the glass, my mind starts to wander, wishing I was laying in the grass counting the stars as the cold night riddles my skin with goosebumps.
Instead, I feel the blade slice into my skin repeatedly, my body going numb. I never take my eyes off the twinkling stars, or the big bright moon just feet away, until he’s finished.
This is what he does. He forces me down, rapes me, then cuts into my skin. Always leaving his mark. I have multiple scars from the amount of times he has done this over the years.
Releasing the cuffs, he finally leaves me lying here feeling disgusting, weak, bloody and bruised. Finding the strength within me, I get up and walk to the shower, taking the hottest one I can manage to try and scrub all his filth from my body.I don’t know what’s worse, him raping me in my own bed that I now want to burn, or being dragged to the basement like he normally does and chaining me up like an animal.
Weeks later, I finally convinced myself to tell my mom.Fuck his threats.I used to never undress in front of her, afraid she’dsee the scars from the cuts he made, or bruises around my wrists from the chains he would hold me down with.
But one day, I didn’t close the door all the way and she caught me. She kept asking about the bruises she caught a glimpse of.
Did she listen? Of course not, she thought I was crazy. My mother, who is supposed to be my protector, my safe haven, called me a liar and a whore for accusing her man of doing such heinous things to me.
She never listened to my pleads for help, to save me from the monster she allows in our home. Constantly telling me that her precious Brock wouldneverdo something like that to me, let alone betray her trust. She is so blinded by her lust for him, that of course she thinks I’m jealous of her and concocted such a story because I didn’t want to see her happy.
Calling Naomi the next morning, I tell her everything that’s been going on. How my piece of shit mother wouldn’t even listen when I told her I was being abused and raped. My best friend knew I needed to get out of here.
After picking me up, she takes me to her uncle Eddie's gym called Orpheus and introduces us. Obviously with me being seventeen and not having a parent around, I have to tell him what was going on.Having to say this shit out loud hurts more than you’d think, but finding someone who actually listened and believed me was a huge relief.
Eddie insisted I learn how to defend myself, that he would teach me all I needed to know and keep this between us. I feel like if Naomi has this much trust in him, then maybe I can try and trust him too.
Day after day I spend all my time at the gym just figuring out how to keep myself alive. From studying self defense moves, mastering how to throw daggers, and most of all, learning to become a ruthless killer. I’m determined to never be taken against my will again. After about three months, I not onlysee the difference, but feel it. I’m stronger, faster, and can definitely hit my mark whether it’s with a throwing knife or a dagger.Daggers are my favorite, though.Even when it comes to shooting, Eddie teaches me all of it.
One night during our training session, he told me and Naomi he was in the Mafia, that's why he was so good at what he did. He’s been so helpful through it all. Constantly reminding me why I’m doing this and how I can make a difference saving someone else from that piece of shit. Because this is the end goal, right? To put him down. To keep him from doing this to me and other girls. He’s a predator, but he became my prey, and I’m out for blood.I’m coming for you, motherfucker.
Chapter one
Raven