The Don's Pet

The sound of the door knob being rattled impatiently from outside, got Madison's ear perked up. She knew what was coming for her and she didn't dare to run because it was always a lost cause.

He would always find her.

"Where is that brat?" Mr. Turner, who had drunk to stupor like he always did on nights where he was frustrated, yelled. Just after he yelled, the door was thrown wide open, revealing his presence.

Madison knew better not to keep quiet or else it would be worse on her.

"In here, Father" Her voice faltered as she mentioned the word 'father'. He was nothing like a father to her. He was a monster who she couldn't escape.

He fumbled with the hook of his belt as he made his way towards her. Madison stood still, awaiting what was coming; what always came whenever her father was in this mood. Which was almost everytime.

"I have told you to never show your dirty face to me!" He whooped his belt in the air, missing her by an inch. Madison dared not flinch if she didn't want to be caught lying.

"You have always been useless until you became blind, making it way worse" This time, the belt landed on her neck, making Madison scream in fear of her throat being cracked open.

Her knees fell to the ground, her hands holding her neck delicately. Her eyes were already wet with tears she almost couldn't suppress. The spot where he smacked, stung badly. She opened her mouth to inhale air, choking on her saliva as she coughed roughly.

"You..." He picked her up by her hair, yanking back her long black unkempt hair back - hard enough to make her a strangled groan escape from her lips.

Madison had learnt not to beg him. It always annoyed him when she did but one thing she still hadn't learnt to do was to stop the groan of pain that left her lips whenever he hit her and unknown to her, such groans gave her father satisfaction.

He wanted to see her in pains.

"You brought bad luck. Your birth brought so much bad luck to my life and I regret letting her keep you!" He screamed into Madison's face. "If only you could see the way I look at you. I hate you" He spat, throwing her on the ground roughly as he released her hair from his grip

Her body landed on the ground with a loud thud, her elbow scraping the ground, making her wince out in pain.

When was she ever going to get out of this? When was she ever going to fight back? Would she only have peace when she had died?

All those thoughts raced through Madison's head as she bowed her head to the ground.

"Ahh" A loud scream left her lips when her father's boot collided with her stomach, causing her to roll on the floor. She couldn't take it anymore. Her body was running low on endurance and perseverance.

"Cry! That's all you deserve. Feel my pain. You made your mother run. She left me because of you." Mr. Turner yelled at her as she held her stomach, curling herself into a ball.

Those words were nothing new as she had been hearing it since he started laying his hands on her at age 12. It started by locking her inside her room for days, without food, for doing things kids her age did - Like watching television. His reason - she didn't contribute to anything in the house. Then, it got worse when he took in her mother's sister and began to have an affair with her.

You would think having her father marry or have flings with her mother's sister would reduce her suffering but Linda, her mother's sister hated her guts so much. Something about Madison looking like her disgusting mother.

"Can't someone have a good sleep in this house, Joe" Linda stepped out to the parlor, taking in the scene before her - ignoring it even. "Just freshen up and continue this tomorrow"

She hated her sleep being disturbed, especially when she had a long day from fucking people's husband for little change that she always hoarded away from Joseph Turner, her husband.

Typical, Linda.

Madison helped her occasionally but it was just limited to jerking off these men or dancing in little clothing for the men while she ran quick business with other men elsewhere, until she returned.

Those act always made Madison feel dirty. She wanted to scream when their dirty finger smacked her ass or trailed up her thigh but she knew better not to, if she didn't want to end up in the street or dead even.

"Get out" He pushed Madison with his legs as he walked past her, ignoring the blood that had dried on her elbow.

"Just accept Draco's offer and end your struggle."

Madison's body stilled at what her aunt had said. She knew her aunt never had good plans for her and whoever Draco was, wasn't going to be a good plan.

But would she rather choose to die here?

After crying for hours, she tried to get herself up, tapping the walls for navigation as she moved.

Everyone thought she was blind but that was the only thing she could come up with when she woke up with after a blackout. She researched on her aunt's phone one time that it could help.

Was it helping though?

Not exactly. But then it put a limit to things they would've made her do if she had her vision. To her aunt, she was a bad market as she could no longer carry her out to help her with the numerous men she played.

That was a win on Madison's part.

"Madison?" Linda called out to her, making her stop. She knew she had been standing there and that was why she had to pretend to not see and tap the walls.

Knowing fully well that Madison wouldn't answer, she continued. "Your suffering ends tomorrow. I promise" She chuckled darkly, telling Madison all she needed to know.

Her suffering had just added a new layer.