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Lagertha
Devilishly Wicked
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2014
- Location
- Conneticut
Everything had been perfect and still since the beginning. Zylphia had grown up in a small town with a middle class family, only the one bedroom to share and not much to live off of but it had been enough. Enough food, her mother had made wonderful had sewn dresses, and her father had always been supportive, more so when a few little siblings were born and Zylphia had blossomed. She had enjoyed the company of family, and the way they celebrated their holidays, there were so many of them, but the ones she knew the closest seemed to be her father's brothers and sisters. They were always the kindest to her, and some of her aunts were extremely cuddly, almost like dogs. Besides her favorite uncle, she had always enjoy laying on his lap and listening to his heart beat below his chest, it always seemed to calm her, make her feel protected, and he always seemed there when she was deathly ill. She loved him, a lot, he was like a second father to her and she always went for him for advice.
On the eve of Zylphia's 15th birthday, news had arrived of a boy taking interest in her, she had never so much as met the boy, nor talked to him, but his family was wealthy and had power as well as position over her family so..it was not like her father was allowed to reject. 'They'll ruin us..' her father had said one evening with tears in his eyes, anger had stricken him, he had felt something odd about the boy, something he had not liked but he had no power to object. 'I can't refuse Zylphie, we need the money! Where would your mother find shelter? Where would you eat or sleep?'He knew he could always return the wild, it's where him and the boys belonged, but his wife and daughters belonged around humans, they didn't need to know the truth of the family secrete. It had been a promise he had made to his wife the day they had gotten married, 'The ones that don't change must never know.' It was to protect them, and this had been no different. Her father had wanted to protect her, as much was evident in his demeanor when he had torn the papers up only to have his wife carefully pick them back up and piece them together. They had to reply, Zlyphia knew very well they must and she did not object. It was normal to her, for men of higher status to ask for a girl's hand in marriage, for them to have no say. It was after all, the head of the households who decided whom their daughters married, though Zlyphia knew in this case her father had little position to deny.
So there for, the next couple of months Zylphia had gotten to know her fiance, she had been pleased at first, the boy had seemed nice, though much older than her in his early twenty's. He was handsome and all the women and girls seemed to flock to him, power and beauty often did such a maddening thing. So Zylphia had no complaints, she was a pretty girl and fit by his side perfectly, at least with her beauty and manners, she was a little firecracker with her words sometimes. She stood at 5'2, her bust had grown to the size of 38D, her waist was small at 20", her hips larger at 34", the girl had an hour glass and she was fit as any women he had ever seen, Zylphia liked to run, she liked to play and climb and hide. Her hair was long, spiraled curled naturally and it had a darker tone, though in the daylight it seemed a mixture of mahogany as well as the color of a flame. Her face has a soft blush to it, her skin a softer beige then most, and she had this peculiar mark on her neck that looked as though a claw had dug into it once, a scar she had thought, but her father had promised her it was only a mark she had at birth. Zylphia's face was oval, small and adorable, long black lashes, barely arched brows, thin small nose, full lips, round cheeks, and large green hues that reflected golds as well as soft silvers. So yes, she fit quite nicely by his side, Adam, and she had been most happy at first when she cracked jokes at him alone, when she showed him how high she could climb and how fast she could run, but..things had changed when the wedding had gotten closer, his true colors had flared.
Zylphia had hidden the fact from her family, longer sleeves, longer necks on her dresses, hair positioned in such a way to hide a bruise, he never tried to hit her face, and when he did she tried her best not to go out in public. Though, sometimes she had and Zylphia had been forced to lie. "I feel off a tree, so clumsy of me." She had told her mother one day, a tear rolling down her mother's face. Her mother knew it was a lie, Zylphia had lost the ability to look anyone in the eye, besides..Zylphia had never fallen from a tree in years, she had grown past that. She had become more withdrawn from talking with others, other men, other women, family. Adam didn't like it, wouldn't allow it, and she had no room to object. "My Father will make sure your mother can never walk right again." Adam had threatened one evening. Or there was the one time he had said, "I'll see your little brothers and sisters strung up like dogs left out in the cold, on display for everyone to see what happens when you deny my family what it wishes! What I wish!" Zylphia had learned quickly to not object anymore, after the few times he had beaten her so badly she couldn't move off the floor, and he had left her there over night in the cold to 'think about' what she had done. So she had changed, but she had stopped thinking there was any saving herself, and her family seemed oblivious to the fact, or tried to act the part. Still, Zylphia was happy she was getting married, that she might be a mother someday, that her uncle was walking her down the asile, her favorite uncle, though Adam had tried to object, but his father had interjected, at least there was some happiness in this for her..some. She'd get to see the happy faces on her mother and father, her siblings routing her on, and the fake smile Adam presented on that day, the fake love he proclaimed. At least I can pretend that's the real him, at least I can enjoy the lie for a day. Zlyphia had found herself thinking more and more. That'll be alright, I'll make it through.
Though, today was special, Adam had promised her someone she liked was visiting for a change. Though, Zlyphia hardly believed him anymore. She had been washing the floor when he had put a foot on her back, no pressure yet. "Can't have you bruised too badly." Adam had started, "Yet. We'll wait until he leaves, see how bad you misbehave." His chin had lifted in the air as he twisted his shoe into her back, Zylphia had stiffened, but she didn't scream, she had learned to not give him that satisfaction. "If it pleases you." This wasn't normal for her, she would normally push him back, bite his tongue, but Zylphia had forgotten how to stand up for herself, still she held her dignity. She had gotten dressed when Adam had announced the visitor should have been there soon, she could only guess it might be his father, maybe her father though he never stayed long. She was here more often then she enjoyed, in his house, with his things, following his orders, following his every beck and call. Today was no different, when she in her room - a guest room he kept for her, she paused as she looked into the long thin mirror that stood at 6', staring at her hollowed lifeless eyes, her sunken face, the bruises along her forearm, and a bruise on her shoulder from a day or so ago. They were fading, but they wouldn't fade in time for their visitor. Zlyphia sighed, the person looking back at her wasn't her, and she touched the mirror with her palm. "Who are you? Surely you are not me and I am not you?" She moved away from the mirror, grabbing a heavy dress, pulling it on and tightening her own corset, it was a filly thing, peach colored with creams, it showed off her chest more than she liked and the collar was so high it dug into her ears and kept her chin raised up, she couldn't bend it down, but..it covered up her bruises. Zylphia pulled up her hair, pinning it to the side before she moved downstairs to the kitchen to get whatever they needed ready, some tea most likely.
On the eve of Zylphia's 15th birthday, news had arrived of a boy taking interest in her, she had never so much as met the boy, nor talked to him, but his family was wealthy and had power as well as position over her family so..it was not like her father was allowed to reject. 'They'll ruin us..' her father had said one evening with tears in his eyes, anger had stricken him, he had felt something odd about the boy, something he had not liked but he had no power to object. 'I can't refuse Zylphie, we need the money! Where would your mother find shelter? Where would you eat or sleep?'He knew he could always return the wild, it's where him and the boys belonged, but his wife and daughters belonged around humans, they didn't need to know the truth of the family secrete. It had been a promise he had made to his wife the day they had gotten married, 'The ones that don't change must never know.' It was to protect them, and this had been no different. Her father had wanted to protect her, as much was evident in his demeanor when he had torn the papers up only to have his wife carefully pick them back up and piece them together. They had to reply, Zlyphia knew very well they must and she did not object. It was normal to her, for men of higher status to ask for a girl's hand in marriage, for them to have no say. It was after all, the head of the households who decided whom their daughters married, though Zlyphia knew in this case her father had little position to deny.
So there for, the next couple of months Zylphia had gotten to know her fiance, she had been pleased at first, the boy had seemed nice, though much older than her in his early twenty's. He was handsome and all the women and girls seemed to flock to him, power and beauty often did such a maddening thing. So Zylphia had no complaints, she was a pretty girl and fit by his side perfectly, at least with her beauty and manners, she was a little firecracker with her words sometimes. She stood at 5'2, her bust had grown to the size of 38D, her waist was small at 20", her hips larger at 34", the girl had an hour glass and she was fit as any women he had ever seen, Zylphia liked to run, she liked to play and climb and hide. Her hair was long, spiraled curled naturally and it had a darker tone, though in the daylight it seemed a mixture of mahogany as well as the color of a flame. Her face has a soft blush to it, her skin a softer beige then most, and she had this peculiar mark on her neck that looked as though a claw had dug into it once, a scar she had thought, but her father had promised her it was only a mark she had at birth. Zylphia's face was oval, small and adorable, long black lashes, barely arched brows, thin small nose, full lips, round cheeks, and large green hues that reflected golds as well as soft silvers. So yes, she fit quite nicely by his side, Adam, and she had been most happy at first when she cracked jokes at him alone, when she showed him how high she could climb and how fast she could run, but..things had changed when the wedding had gotten closer, his true colors had flared.
Zylphia had hidden the fact from her family, longer sleeves, longer necks on her dresses, hair positioned in such a way to hide a bruise, he never tried to hit her face, and when he did she tried her best not to go out in public. Though, sometimes she had and Zylphia had been forced to lie. "I feel off a tree, so clumsy of me." She had told her mother one day, a tear rolling down her mother's face. Her mother knew it was a lie, Zylphia had lost the ability to look anyone in the eye, besides..Zylphia had never fallen from a tree in years, she had grown past that. She had become more withdrawn from talking with others, other men, other women, family. Adam didn't like it, wouldn't allow it, and she had no room to object. "My Father will make sure your mother can never walk right again." Adam had threatened one evening. Or there was the one time he had said, "I'll see your little brothers and sisters strung up like dogs left out in the cold, on display for everyone to see what happens when you deny my family what it wishes! What I wish!" Zylphia had learned quickly to not object anymore, after the few times he had beaten her so badly she couldn't move off the floor, and he had left her there over night in the cold to 'think about' what she had done. So she had changed, but she had stopped thinking there was any saving herself, and her family seemed oblivious to the fact, or tried to act the part. Still, Zylphia was happy she was getting married, that she might be a mother someday, that her uncle was walking her down the asile, her favorite uncle, though Adam had tried to object, but his father had interjected, at least there was some happiness in this for her..some. She'd get to see the happy faces on her mother and father, her siblings routing her on, and the fake smile Adam presented on that day, the fake love he proclaimed. At least I can pretend that's the real him, at least I can enjoy the lie for a day. Zlyphia had found herself thinking more and more. That'll be alright, I'll make it through.
Though, today was special, Adam had promised her someone she liked was visiting for a change. Though, Zlyphia hardly believed him anymore. She had been washing the floor when he had put a foot on her back, no pressure yet. "Can't have you bruised too badly." Adam had started, "Yet. We'll wait until he leaves, see how bad you misbehave." His chin had lifted in the air as he twisted his shoe into her back, Zylphia had stiffened, but she didn't scream, she had learned to not give him that satisfaction. "If it pleases you." This wasn't normal for her, she would normally push him back, bite his tongue, but Zylphia had forgotten how to stand up for herself, still she held her dignity. She had gotten dressed when Adam had announced the visitor should have been there soon, she could only guess it might be his father, maybe her father though he never stayed long. She was here more often then she enjoyed, in his house, with his things, following his orders, following his every beck and call. Today was no different, when she in her room - a guest room he kept for her, she paused as she looked into the long thin mirror that stood at 6', staring at her hollowed lifeless eyes, her sunken face, the bruises along her forearm, and a bruise on her shoulder from a day or so ago. They were fading, but they wouldn't fade in time for their visitor. Zlyphia sighed, the person looking back at her wasn't her, and she touched the mirror with her palm. "Who are you? Surely you are not me and I am not you?" She moved away from the mirror, grabbing a heavy dress, pulling it on and tightening her own corset, it was a filly thing, peach colored with creams, it showed off her chest more than she liked and the collar was so high it dug into her ears and kept her chin raised up, she couldn't bend it down, but..it covered up her bruises. Zylphia pulled up her hair, pinning it to the side before she moved downstairs to the kitchen to get whatever they needed ready, some tea most likely.
