< First Kiss First Kiss Killer • +15 Points > I expected her to be repulsed. Maybe laugh in my face, tell me I was a little b***h for not being able to defend myself. Or ask what was so bad about having s*x at such a young age. I've seen how people react to r**e victims. I clench my teeth at the word victim. I f*****g refuse to be a victim in any sense of the word. Violet makes me look her in the eyes by pulling my hair and asks if I truly could've defended myself when I was older. I stay silent, remembering the hatred-and the fear-I used to feel whenever that b***h came into my room. No matter how much I trained, no matter how strong I got, my body always froze when she made her usual visits. I f*****g hated myself for that. Hated the control she had over me. But Violet… she looks at me like she understands. And that look sends a nauseating twist to my gut. "Your turn, babe," I force out, my throat tight. I want to know-and don't want to know. After seeing the understanding in her eyes, I already know what's coming. It makes me want to tear someone's throat out. Crush skulls. I push her head gently onto my shoulder and hold her tighter than before. She doesn't seem to mind. She closes her eyes and grabs the back of my cut. She looks… vulnerable. A look I never thought I'd see on her. "After my mother happily dumped me under a tree in front of the hospital where she gave birth to me a year earlier, I was placed into foster care. I don't remember much from that time. When I turned four, they moved me into an orphanage. I only lived there for a year before he came." She swallows. "I never learned his name. I was just told to call him Sir. He told me I wouldn't need my name anymore-that from now on, I was his Doll." She pauses, then continues in a voice that sounds flatter, colder with every word. "He was old. Wore expensive suits. I remember being terrified of his bodyguards. They looked like they had no souls-just emptiness behind their eyes. The caretakers at the orphanage were scared of him too. They just handed me over. I saw him give them an envelope. Probably hush money" "He sat me next to him in his luxury car. Eventually pulled me onto his lap. Grazed his fingers along my legs. I was terrified I realized the life I'd had before wasn't so bad after all. I remember the dread I felt walking into his mansion I remember the front door shutting I felt it-that my life had ended the moment that door closed" Her voice becomes hollow Her breath brushes against my neck, slow and steady, as if it's the only thing holding back the rage boiling inside me. "He took me to the basement. Doors on both sides. I heard sobbing behind some of them. He put me in < First Kiss +15 Points > one of the rooms and said I'd be a good little Doll-that he'd send someone to fetch me soon. When that heavy door shut, I knew my life was over." "I don't know how long it was before he called for me. He told me how beautiful I was. How sinful. That he'd fix me. Ruin me. Make me his. That he'd destroy my beauty to make me perfect." "I didn't understand. I didn't understand what he was doing when he took off my clothes. When he tied a rope around my neck and my wrists. Hung me from the ceiling. My toes barely touched the floor. I couldn't breathe. Then I heard the sound of his belt." My jaw locks. My hand moves over her hair, instinctively trying to comfort her. I feel like I'm going to explode. "He just started whipping me. Repeating those sick words again and again. It hurt so much. I felt running down my back. I didn't even know what death was, but I wished for it." my blood "After what felt like forever, he leaned in-his disgusting breath in my ear. He lifted me by the waist, choking me with the rope, and then…" Her voice drops into something cold and detached, no longer sounding like Violet at all. "He r***d me while I choked on the rope. I thought the belt was the worst pain I'd ever feel-but being torn apart by him was worse. It felt like he was splitting me in half." I "I passed out. When I woke up, I was on the cold, cement floor of my cell. I had a fever. My wounds were never treated. When I healed enough, they put another child in the room next to mine." She lifts her head from my shoulder. Her eyes… I'll never forget that expression until the day I die. "She was a little girl-about three. The youngest there. Sir didn't wait for her to mature. I think… I think she was his favorite because she was so young. I couldn't protect her. I cared more about her than I did about myself. She didn't deserve it." A pause. "When I escaped, I took her with me. That little girl's name is Haru. I named her. She told me she never had a name before that." funk. Everything starts making sense. The way Violet reacted when Devil ordered her to turn Haru into a Soul Eater. The disgust on her face when she looked her brother in the eye and told him to f**k off. "Yeah. f**k," Violet says, chuckling darkly. "We escaped when I turned eighteen. Sir had a thing for children. Anyone over eighteen was disposed of. I knew I had to fight. For Haru. She had two more years to survive. She deserved a chance." "I killed the guards who were trying to grope me-filthy animals lapping up Sir's leftovers. I freed the kids." She glances away, remorse flashing in her eyes. "There were ten of us. Only four made it out. Me, Haru, a 2/3 * First Kiss +15 Points > boy, and a girl. We stayed together for a few months before separating. Haru stayed with me. A year later, I found out the girl OD'd. She couldn't survive the outside world after what we'd been through." "Did you ever find out who this Sir was?" I ask. Violet shakes her head. We sit in silence, letting the night settle around us. "Let's go back," I say finally. I stand with her still in my arms. "Don't you want to know the rest?" Violet asks, gripping my shoulders, eyes searching mine. "Tell me the rest when you're ready." I carry her to my bike. One arm supports her shoulders, holding her close to my chest. The other curls under her thighs, keeping her pressed tightly to me. I groan quietly as her core brushes mine-but I hold myself together. She doesn't need that kind of pressure right now. "You still want to try this thing?" she asks when we reach my bike. I raise a brow. "Why wouldn't I?" "Aren't you… disgusted by me? I'm not whole, Killer. My soul died years ago. I don't even know how to be truly intimate with someone anymore." "Me neither," I say quietly. "I haven't had s*x since that b***h died. And darling, you don't seem to notice, but my soul isn't exactly intact either." She doesn't respond. I gently, more gently than I ever thought I could be, place her on the back of my bike. I lean in close, placing my hands on either side of her, stopping just inches from her face. "Aren't we perfect then?" I whisper. "We're both broken. Don't you want to find out what happens if we try to put the pieces together?" Before she can reply, I cup the back of her head and kiss her-hard. Our lips crash together, and for a moment, I lose myself in her warmth. Would she laugh if I told her… this was my first kiss?