Tales of a Synsuous Nature #1 - The Final Straw (Intended for Mature Audiences)

The below story contains graphic scenes of verbal, physical and sexual abuse. I did not enjoy writing this, but as it is a part of Dulcia’s past, I felt obligated to do so. You, however, are not obliged to read this. The first sentence above tells you everything you need to know. If you choose to continue, do not say that you were not warned. If the story invokes any negative emotions whatsoever, do not come crying to me; I did warn you.

 

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Disclaimer: CAUTION: ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PROCEED WITH CARE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EMOTIONAL DAMAGE MAY OCCUR

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THIS IS YOUR FINAL CHANCE….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All hope abandon ye who enter here...

 

Dulcia was putting the final touches on cleaning the place. Her father would no doubt be home soon, most assuredly drunk, as usual. She tasted the vegetable soup and added some salt. It was pretty thin and barely had any vegetables in it, but she could only cook what she was provided with and made do as best as she could. She knew that if dinner was not hot and ready when Malik walked in, it would mean another beating.

 

Just then, the door opens, and Malik staggers in, muttering something indiscernible. He yells at her, his words coarse and slightly slurred, ‘Was fer supper, bitsh? Did you cook tha rabbit I gave ya?’ ‘No father’, she replies, ‘the rabbit had already turned when you gave it to me and ‘.

Before she can utter another word, Malik gives her a violent backhand, knocking her to the floor! ‘You threw it away? Whore! I do not bring home food for you to throw away!’ Malik notices the bubbling pot on the stove, ‘What is this rubbish? It had better have meat in it!’

 

Dulcia looks up at her father, knowing better than to show any tears, ‘It is vegetable soup and’

Again Malik interrupts her, ‘Soup? Vegetable soup!?! I said meat! Now you eat this!’ And with that, he grabs her by the hair and forces her face into the bubbling pot! Dulcia thrashes wildly and tries to scream but only succeeds in drawing the hot liquid into her throat. Malik savagely flings Dulcia across the room where she collapses in a heap, trying not to cry at the pain caused by her throbbing, scalded face and burned throat!

 

Enraged, Malik storms out of the house, ‘I am going back to the tavern to get some real food. That ‘soup’ had better be gone when I return. If you cannot feed me properly, you do not deserve to eat at all!’

 

Dulcia bursts into tears, now that it is safe to do so, and reluctantly throws away the food, knowing better than to try and hide any. She begins to clean of up the mess crying all the while.

 

Without warning, the door is violently thrown open; Malik has returned! Malik strides toward Dulcia, vile words spraying from his mouth. He punches her in the jaw, felling her like an ox! Reaching down, he grabs her by the hair and lifting her with one arm, slams her face into the wall. A loud crunching sound is heard as Dulcia' nose is broken. Malik releases his grip and Dulcia slumps, leaving smear of blood on the wall on her way down to the floor. 'Get up, whore-bitch of a daughter', Malik bellows as he kicks her brutally in the ribs. The sound of Dulcia's scream almost covers the sound of her ribs breaking.

 

When Dulcia fails to move, Malik grabs her and slings her over his shoulder, carting her off to the bedroom. He throws her onto the bed and rips her clothes off. He removes his trousers and then falls heavily onto her, pinning her to the bed. He tries to force himself inside her, but cannot manage it. Raising himself onto one arm, he backhands Dulcia and as he does so his gaze falls onto a nearby candlestick. He grabs the candlestick, dashes the candle to the floor and rams the candlestick into her repeatedly, laughing maniacally as he does so. He withdraws the blood coated candlestick and admires his handywork. The wet blood glistens in the soft candlelight. Malik thrusts the candlestick into Synsous' face. 'Lick it! Lick the blood off, slut!' he screams with delight as he grabs Dulcia by the throat and begins to squeeze. Dulcia, her eyes filled with horror hesitantly touches her tongue to the candlestick. 'I said lick it! Can you do nothing right?' Releasing her throat, Malik forces her jaws open and savagely thrusts the candlestick as far down as it will go. He repeatedly thrusts the candlestick into her throat and then tiring of the game, slams her head into the wall.

 

Malik mounts her easily now thanks to the lubrication provided by her blood. After a few minutes, it is over and Malik collapses on top of her. Dulcia, pinned to the bed by the weight of her father mews in pain and disgust, her soul laid bare and bleeding like the belly of a freshly gutted fish that has been discarded in favor of another. Her last conscious thought is, ‘No matter what, I am leaving this place tomorrow’.