(Warning, this chapter contains abuse and forced sexual interaction, if you do not wish to read these elections of the story then I recommend skipping this chapter)

(Y/n) Pov.

"Just sit still you little shit!" My father shouts as he drunkenly slams a fist into my stomach, dropping me to the ground and knocking the wind straight out of me. He grunts and spits on my back as I'm hunched over, "Next time, just take it like a man!" He says before kicking my ribs and probably cracking a few as he sends me flying across the floor. I lie still, hoping he'd just leave me alone or even think he killed me, anything to get him away from me. Luckily, I make a convincing corpse as I hear him grunt in disappointment and leave the room, locking it behind him for safe measure.

I get back up onto my knees, attempting to steady my shaking hands as I move my small bed mat to the side, revealing a small hole in the floorboards with a piece of paper and pencil inside. I grab the two items, now ignoring my still shaking hands as I clumsily hold the small pencil in my equally small hand.

"Today is my 18th birthday. I know that none of them will care but I hope whoever finds this does, that is if anyone finds this at all...

I've lost hope that my life will change from the torture it is now so all I can do is keep track of my thoughts and hope that someone finds them in the future."

I flinch as a sudden pain shoots up my wrist, causing me to drop the pencil in my hand. I put light pressure on the most likely re-opened cut on my wrist, "Why do they do this to me...?" I asked out loud, not expecting anyone to answer. No one ever does... All they do is beat me, cut me, and take advantage of me... and I can't do anything about it. I look down at the pencil I had dropped, seeing their smiling faces, their damned faces...

I grab the pencil once again and begin writing, taking out my anger on the page making most of my words rushed and barely readable. But I know what they say, "I WANT TO HURT THEM! I WANT TO MAKE THEM FEEL MY PAIN, THE PAIN THEY MADE ME FEEL!" As I write, I feel my face contort into a sick smile which only gets more sinister the more I write, "I WILL KILL THEM! KILL THEM AND FOLLOW THEM INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL TO KILL THEM AGAIN!"

I'm forced to stop writing as my pencil breaks and the paper rips in half, and when I do, the reality of the situation hits me. I walk over to the only window in the wretched basement, looking into the dirty reflection and staring at my own bloodied face. Suddenly, my reflection smiles, "You can't kill them, you're useless!" He says in an echoing, distant voice. I recoil in fear as the reflection continues to scream at me, his voice getting closer with every word, "You're just a suck mutt waiting to be put down! You can't even defend yourself against me, and I'm stuck in here!" He yells, banging on the glass to show that he is powerless, to show that I'm powerless.

I back away from the window covering my ears, hoping to block out the words of my twisted reflection, but, I can't. It only makes it worse as I hear his words in my own head, deafening my own screams, "N-no! Stop doing this to m-me!" I shout as I gather all of my strength and send my fist through the window, shattering the glass and possibly breaking my knuckles on the steel bars on the other side. But, it's worth it as the reflections voice comes to a halt, leaving me to my own sobs.

• • •

It's been an hour now, an hour of nothing but me and my thoughts. It's terrible. But, I'd prefer sitting with my own depressing thoughts than hear what I hear now.

As I sit on the ground, cradling my bloodied fist in my good hand, I hear the sound of my sister's car pull into the driveway I've never seen of the house I'm trapped under. It doesn't take long for me to hear her stomping down the stairs, each one causing my heart rate to quicken. By the time she makes it down to the door, it feels like my heart is about to burst out of my chest.

(Remember that warning from the first chapter? Yeah, well here comes the rape part.)

She slams open the door and stomps into the room, obviously angry about something that happened at her work. She turns back to the door, shutting and locking it before dropping her handbag, causing the magnetic clasps to separate and open. She doesn't even notice my fearful expression as she undresses, that or she doesn't care, "You better be ready by the time I'm finished otherwise I'll use the knife." she says threatening me with an angered tone. But I ignore her as I eye the bag I now know has a knife in it as I strip my clothing like her.

After she finishes she turns to me expecting me to still be cowering in the corner, however, when she sees that I was standing behind her nude and with tears in my eyes, she's caught off guard. This doesn't last long as she grins walking closer to me, "Good...~ Now keep being a good puppy and maybe..." she trails off, putting two fingers on my chest and walking them upwards, "Maybe I really won't use the knife after all.~" she says exposing her lie and shoving me to the ground, licking her lips as she looks down at my whimpering form.

She wastes no time as she gets down onto her knees, lining herself up with my half-hard member, "You know, you should consider yourself lucky to be as big as you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't get this.~" she said showing off her curves while lightly stroking me, making me more aroused.

When I'm fully erect, she looks back into my eyes, not caring that tears no fell down my face. In fact, she seemed to enjoy my suffering as giggled, wiping away a tear and licking her fingers. Before I could even look away in disgust, she roughly slams down onto me, catching me off guard and making me uncomfortably look away from her now bouncing body. Unfortunately, she notices this and grabs my face, turning me back to her angry face, "Do not look away! Look in my eyes as I fuck you!" She yells in my face.

Scared that she might use the knife in her bag to hurt me, I keep facing her albeit reluctantly. This seems to satisfy her as she goes back to happily bouncing up and down for the next few minutes. However, as I near my breaking point, I hear the voice from earlier return. But, rather than yelling insults and degrading me, he speaks calmly, "Are you going to take this? Are you just going to sit here and let them keep abusing you, or are you going to hurt them as you said in your note?" he says, pushing me to do something about it, "Kill her. Don't let her have the satisfaction of getting away unpunished!" he says, now raising his voice.

As he continues to scream in the background, I reach my limit as I bite my tongue and sadly finish inside of her. She smiles as she feels me break under her pressure, "Good, now for some fun with the knife!" she says getting up and off of me, walking towards her bag on the floor.

As I see her move for the bag, the voice gets more aggressive, "Now! KILL HER NOW, WHILE HER BACK IS TURNED!" I jump up, feeling a strange rush as I run at my sister, grabbing a large shard of glass from the broken window as I do. She hears my quickly approaching footsteps but doesn't have any time to turn to me as I lunge at her, grabbing her with one arm and plunging the shard of glass deep into her neck with the other.

When I do, I feel... good. No, I feel fucking great. I feel a smile creep onto my face as I remove the shard only to send it right back in, feeling a wave of strange pleasure as I do. Not sexual pleasure, this is different. It feels... right... like I'm supposed to be the one causing them harm. I keep removing the shard and stabbing her neck, over and over again until it finally becomes unrecognizable as a neck.

After I stop stabbing her, I drop the now lifeless body to the ground. I look down at my hands and see the large amounts of blood covering them, and I smile.

"Oi! What the fuck is that ruckus?!" I hear my next victim yell from atop the staircase. My smile sticks to my face as I grab the large kitchen knife from the bag still in the middle of the floor and hide against the wall, next to the door. When I don't respond to my father's question, he starts climbing down the stairs similarly to how my sister had not too long ago.

He throws open the door when he reaches the bottom, ready to start cussing me out but he stops as he sees my sister's body. He's about to scream to my brother but I jump out from hiding, covering his mouth as I slit his throat from behind, making sure to muffle any of his screams. When he stops struggling, I drop his significantly larger body to the ground with a thud. I then grab my clothes as I set my sights to the stairs, ready to finally escape the basement I've been held captive in my entire life.

However, as I near the top of the stairs, I hear crying. My smile falters for a moment as I'm reminded of myself, but, it quickly comes back as I hear what my brother yells, "D-dad, Mom w-was in an... She's d-dead!" he yells through his sobs as I creep up behind him, raising the knife. I chuckle from behind him, startling him, "That just means one less to deal with!" I shout as I bring the knife down on his arm, cutting deep and definitely severing the vein.

He stumbles backward in fear, clutching his injured arm as he trips over his own feet. I simply laugh as I stand over his shaking body, just as he had done to me many times before. But, unlike him, I finish what I started as I take the knife and slash his other arm and pinning him to the ground by flipping the couch onto him, watching with glee as he slowly bleeds to death.

After he finally stops kicking and dies, I bring my attention to the TV he was watching which still showed the wrecked care my mother was crushed in. I watch as the cameraman points to the ambulance nearby, accidentally showing the mutilated corpse of my mother, "That's unfortunate... We didn't have any fun!" I said to myself as my smile fell into a grin.

From the kitchen, I hear a radio my father was listening to play a song I found pretty catchy...

"When I'm dead I won't join their ranks

'Cause they are both holy and free

And I'm in Ohio satanic and chained up

And until the end, that's how it'll be."

(Alright, sorry if it seems a bit rushed but I didn't want to dwell on these kinds of events so we can get to hell as fast as we can! That sounds really bad...)