Purple Romance

(This chapter contains cusses, harsh words and sensitive descriptions that might not be suitable for anyone who fears gory scenes but I can assure you there is no rape in it as author dislike such. Read at your own risk)

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Dragging Lisa's body all the way to the bathroom, her stepfather lifted her body as she struggled. He threw her into the bathtub and turned on the water hose, showing the cold water over her body.

Lisa felt cold but she was too weak to react or fight for herself. The man had beat her up once they arrived at the café, cussing at her with profanities.

''Daddy is going to get you cleaned up. I am going to wash you up. Wash all the scent of that man and all the other men that you have slept with away. Make sure that you are clean again for dad''

He looked at the gown and frowned, ''this gown doesn't look good on you'' he murmured and put his mouth between the collar of the dress. With his hands tightly on both sides, he tore the dress into two, exposing her innerwear.

He picked the shampoo from the side, he emptied the whole shampoo on her hair and it poured down to her face and body before he started to wash her hair.

Lisa choked on the foam that fell from her hair and coughed, pushing his hands away from her.

''Stop trying to stop me you, slut. If you hadn't allowed those men to soil your perfect body, I wouldn't be bathing you. I am not like those men; I am the rightful owner of this body. I am preparing this body right now. Later on, when Daddy takes you and makes you his again, you will understand the difference between me and those other men''

Lisa spat into his face and laughed and wiped his face. She looked at him with obvious hatred and disgust in her eyes. She hated him to the core. Hated the way he spoke to her. hated the way he looked at her body. She hated it whenever he claimed ownership of her body.

''When you look at me with those eyes, I get all excited. Those eyes glaring at me makes my blood to rush'' he laughed and licked his tongue.

''You pig. You will not win this time. Someone is going to come for me'' Lisa said. Even though she didn't know if Paula had seen her message or not, she hoped that she would and be able to understand it. She hoped that Leslie would be able to come and save her but then again, she didn't want to harbour hopeless expectations. They didn't have any relationship at all. At worse, he would feel disgusted that he even touched someone as filthy as her.

She had come to realise the reality of her dysfunctional life when she was in high school and her father started abusing her. He would lock her up in the house and prevent her from going to school. Using her at well, doing whatever he wanted with her body. When she had the chance to go to school, her classmates would avoid her like the plague. Later on she had found out that her stepfather had secretly threatened all the classmates that tried to get close to her. He was blocking her purposefully, so that she wouldn't have anyone to confide in.

''Oops, you do know how to talk. Pray ye, who is going to come for my princess? Is it that fat friend of yours or that man who dropped you off? I found out he is from a wealthy family. Do you think there is a future between the two of you? Stop dreaming, you will only hurt yourself in the process, princess''

''You piece of shit, I will kill you first when I get out of here. I will make sure I rid the world off scum like you. If there is a god out there, he will kill someone like you and make the world a better place for girls and women''

''What?'' he looked at her with a warning gaze. ''Hey, you little slut. I treat you well and you think I can't do anything to you?'' he looked at her cleavage and licked his lips.

Lisa placed her hands on her cleavage, desperately attempting to cover herself up.

''Why? Scared now? I think that I've been soft on you so you are beginning to act up again'' he stepped out of the bathroom and returned a while later with handcuffs.

''No, don't, please, don't'' Lisa shook her head as the memory of those handcuffs came to her mind.

Back then, he would handcuff her and then touch her body while talking in the lewdest way to her. She felt disgust thinking about those experiences that she went through.

He laughed and looked at her, ''weren't you so confident earlier on? I have to teach you a lesson that you will not forget''

''No, please. I will be good'' Lisa's voice choked as she begged the man who was pinning her hands against each other. Just then, a loud sound came from the outside as sirens blew everywhere.

''You…'' he looked at Lisa and asked, ''did you call the police on me?''

''I told you, you won't get away from this''

''Ha. I won't go down alone. I came prepared you little slut. If today is my last day, then I will make sure you accompany me to the afterlife. Even in your death, you can only belong to me. do you understand?'' he chuckled and cussed before he pulled Lisa out of the tub and handcuffed her. he picked the dagger he had placed on the stand.

Lisa covered her cleavage with the piece of the hanging dress that he had torn from her upper body but because her hands were handcuffed, it still wasn't enough to hold the torn part in place as he dragged her along, with the dagger against her throat.

Leslie and the police stood inside the café while the rest stood outside. They all had their guns ready to shoot. Leslie kept his gaze fixed on the door. He looked calm but he only knew how scared and anxious he was deep within. He had prayed and hoped that Lisa would be alright.

When Leslie saw the door open, he was about to rush forward when he saw them and stopped in his strides. His eyes turned red the moment he saw Lisa in that state. She was dripping wet with water and foam falling down her from her dress. She held on tightly to her torn top trying to prevent her upper part from seeing.

The scene that Leslie saw was something he was not going to forget in a long time. His Lisa. The Lisa who was usually confident now looked pale and helpless. It's like she had become even more slimmer in just less than an hour since her abduction.

Leslie clenched his fists tightly and the police chief detective who came with him pulled him back. since it was their job to save civilians, he couldn't risk the life of another civilian. The man they were dealing with wasn't a normal psychopath. He was more dangerous than they had thought.

While coming to rescue Lisa, they had run a check on Harper Damien. He was someone who had gone in and out of prison for the past 20 years, the last one being because he was caught abusing his stepdaughter.

Back then, news of this acts came to light when a doctor who treated Lisa reported him to the police with evidence obtained from the semen that was still inside of Lisa's intimate parts. Those years were the most dreadful for Lisa. Her name was being mentioned everywhere on the news and on the internet as the victim. She had to leave the town and go to where no one knew about her.

After finding such information about Lisa's stepfather from the police, Leslie was highly disturbed. He felt pity and anger swelling within him. Their relationship might have started using the wrong method but nobody's life was perfect and people would always meet in different ways. Everyone had a different way of dealing with things.

To him, he didn't matter that they started out as sex partners. Spending time with Lisa, he had come to know that she was an industrious person. Someone who was genuinely trying to find happiness in the little things of her daily life.

He found out that, despite how she portrayed herself to be, she was better than that. she was kind and sympathetic. She was loyal and would always be the last to judge someone. Such kind of person standing helplessly before him in tattered clothes that threatened to leave her body was a sight that Leslie hated as he watched helplessly.

''If you want her alive, then don't do anything stupid. I am already in a bad mood as it is'' Harper Damien said as he placed the knife further deeper towards Lisa's throat.

''Why don't you just kill me. I've been waiting for this day all my life. I would rather die than let you harm anyone that I care about'' Lisa said and shifted her neck towards the knife. She was slitting her throat with the knife.

Blood smeared on the knife and dripped down on the floor.

''Thud''

''Thud''