The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 132: Strip

Chapter 132: Strip

TW: ABUSE,

Damien Flash back

7 years old

Damien’s eyes sparkled with joy as he watched Cinderella transform into a princess with the help of her fairy godmother. He was entranced by these fairy tale cartoons, feeling a sense of familiarity and longing.

He wished for a fairy godmother of his own, to rescue him and his mother from the abuse inflicted by his monster of a father. He longed for his mother to experience the same happiness as the fairytale princesses, as she was just as beautiful.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching his room. Fear seized him as the footsteps stopped outside his door, knowing they belonged to his abusive father.

He quickly switched off the TV, holding his breath as the door creaked open. The sound of the door knob turning sent shivers down his spine, and he nervously fidgeted with his fingers, dreading what was to come.

"Damien!"

The deep voice that filled his dreams with terror echoed throughout his room, and Damien was too frightened to face the source of his nightmares.

"I said look at me when I’m talking to you, boy!" his father barked, causing Damien’s hands to tremble.

With a deep breath, Damien raised his gaze, trying to hide his fear. His father, always emphasized that a Niarchos shouldn’t be afraid of anything.

But Damien couldn’t help the nervous knots in his stomach as he looked into his father’s eyes, blazing with familiar anger.

He couldn’t help but compare his father to other fathers, like Cinderella’s, who loved his daughter and even went as far as marrying a woman he didn’t love just so his daughter wouldn’t grow up without a mother. Why couldn’t his father show him the same love and affection? Instead, his father always looked at him with disgust.

Why did he hate him so much? Damien tried his best, but nothing seemed to change his father’s feelings towards him. If it weren’t for the physical similarities between them, he wouldn’t believe this man was his father.

He fought back the tears that threatened to spill, knowing it would only make things worse if his father saw them.

Damien was taken aback as his father snatched up the Disney DVD case in front of the TV and growled, "What the hell is this?" He had been warned not to watch these so-called "girly" movies, but now he was paying the price. His father’s glare filled him with fear, and he shrank back, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

"You’re watching these girly videos! Do you think I want a son of mine to watch this nonsense? Are you trying to embarrass me?" His father’s voice was loud and angry, and Damien could feel the fear creeping along his spine.

"I-I’m sorry, I won’t do it again," he stammered, feeling a pit in his stomach as he tried to catch his breath.

His father’s anger only grew as he threw the cover at Damien and snarled, "What did I tell you about watching this nonsense? Your mother is the one letting you watch this, isn’t she?"

Damien lowered his head, digging his nails into his palms to stop himself from crying. He knew it would only make things worse if he cried.

"Look at me when I’m talking to you!" his father barked, and Damien snapped his eyes up, feeling the fear in his stomach grow. He stood straight, trying to control his breathing, but the panic in his chest was making it harder and harder to breathe.

"You know what this means" he sneered "Get your ass downstairs now"

Damien shook his head quickly, begging "No no, please, I’ll be better, I won’t do it again, I promise, I’ll be good"

His hands clench at his sides as he lowered his eyes at him.

"Don’t you dare say no to me, and don’t make promises you know you can’t keep, you’ll always be fucking useless. Now. Get.

Down. Stairs"

Damien just nodded, there was no point fighting it, he deserved it.

He looked him up and down, scoffing and shaking his head in disgust before turning and leaving the room.

He knew he needed to move but he was frozen, he was so scared, he didn’t want to be scared anymore.

He wished someone would take him away.

He heard screaming downstairs, and the deep rough voice yelling furiously and his pulse hammered through his body.

Mum.

He was hurting mum again.

Damien started running, his lungs were burning and he couldn’t breath, he needed to run faster.

Everything was blurring around him as he get to the stairs, trying to get down them as fast as he could and stop dead when he saw the scene in front of him.

His father had his mom bent over the table, his trousers were down and he was rocking his hips back and forth.

He could see the tears streaming down his mother’s face. He was hurting her.

"I told you not to let him watch those silly movies again! Are you trying to turn my son into a girl?! He smacked his mother’s ass cheeks and tightly gripped her hair.

She cried out as he started moving his hips faster.

"Stop!" Damien yelled, feeling his voice crack "You’re hurting her...please stop!"

His father snapped his head towards him and he held his breath. He pushed his mother down and pulled up his trousers.

He looked back and forth between him and mum, feeling his eyes burn as he worked up the courage and run over to her, kneeling on the ground and placing his hand on her shoulder.

His mother looked at him and gave him an apologetic smile, "I’m sorry son, I wish I was stronger to protect you."

Damien hugged her tightly, "It’s okay mom."

His father yanked him away from his mother and snapped at her, "See what you have done! A man should never cry. Tears are for the weak."

His mother shook her head, "he is just a child! Stop hurting him!"

His father smacked his mom hard on the face, "Don’t you dare fucking talk back to me you bitch! Remember your place always or I will remind you."

His mom gulped back sorrow her eyes could not hide,sobs racking through her.

"You know what to do Damien, downstairs. Now"

Trembling with fear, Damien obliged, feeling the weight of dread in his stomach as he reluctantly obeyed.

He kept his gaze down, too scared to make eye contact. Each step felt like a heavy burden, his heart pounding in his chest.

Damien held his breath as he stood beside his father, his body trembling with fear.

He longed to be the perfect son that would bring an end to the pain inflicted on himself and his mother.

His father seized him by the neck, the pressure of his fingers piercing Damien’s skin, causing him to wince.

He was roughly dragged down the stairs, the door slamming shut behind them, and the familiar stench filled Damien’s nostrils.

The eerie red light illuminated the staircase, making it seem like a glimpse of hell. This was a familiar feeling for Damien.

His father pushed him down the last few steps, causing him to fall hard on the concrete floor. The impact stole his breath away and he struggled to catch his breath.

His father chuckled cruelly, his footsteps echoing as he walked over to Damien, who was curled up on the ground in pain.

"Look at you, so weak. I will eliminate that from you, one way or another. Maybe then I won’t be ashamed that I brought you into this world," he sneered.

Damien closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately not to cry. He couldn’t bear the thought of showing any more weakness in front of his cruel father.

Damien felt his father’s footsteps approach him, and he braced himself for the worst. Suddenly, he was yanked up by his hair, his father’s cold voice sneering in his ear.

"You’re so pitiful," his father spat. "I can hardly stand to look at you."

Damien tried to plead with him, to make him see that he could be better, that he could be strong. "Please, dad," he whispered. "I’ll be good."

But his father only shook his head in disgust, still clutching Damien’s hair tightly. "A Niarchos isn’t meant to be good. You’re weak, son, and I need someone stronger to take over my empire."

With a rough tug, he pulled Damien towards a wooden cross in the center of the room. Damien’s eyes filled with tears and his whole body shook, wishing more than anything that he could be the man his father wanted him to be.

He knew what was about to come. His gaze fell on the familiar torture devices and the leather whip and a chill ram through him.

He wished someone would come and save him.

He needed a fairy god mother of his own to make him disappear from this cruel world.

"Strip your clothes...."

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