No ones pov

The black swirls around you and you feel yourself falling, but being pulled upwards. The blinding light hurts. The darkness is warm and comfortable. You don't want to leave.

Pain, though you thought you were safe from it, makes you curl into a ball as you keep flying upwards. A fluffy, white cats tail with a black tip sprouts from just above your buttocks (xD).  You stare in curiosity. Pain hits your head and large white black tipped ears appear with a ripping sound. Blood mats into your once brown hair, turning it red, then black.

With a scream, your teeth fall out. The black swirls faster and faster, making you dizzy. Sharper, teeth, like a cats, shoot out of your gums. Blood runs out of your mouth, and falls into the blackness.

Your nails turn black and lengthen,turning into sharp claws.

You scream as you near the light. You close your eyes and wait for the cold.

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Opening my eyes, I scream. Surveying my surroundings, I notice I am under a giant willow tree by a large creek. Black swirls around me. I scream again. I feel ears flatten against my head.

What? I scream mentally. Was that real?

Reaching up, I feel the ears. Just like in the blackness. I scream again and hear men's voices. Screaming like a wounded animal, I try to get up but trip on a fluffy tail with a black spot on the end. Screaming yet again, this time because i heard my wrist pop, I try to get up again.

The men's voices are louder. Women's voices are yelling at them. My ears twitch and swivel in their direction. I feel a fluffy tail cover me and I curl up behind it. All white, tipped with black.

"...hello." the voice is soft and I whimper in fear, hiding my face in my fluffy tail.

"Jane! Can I play with her?" A shrill voice screams. I scream again, as the voice hurt my ears. I turn and run, hearing shouting behind me. The need to run on all fours over comes me, but I ignore it.

Running straight into the forest I trip and fall onto the ground. pain explodes from my knees and stomach as the rough ground leaves marks on it. Tears leave my eyes as I crawl back up and start to run again.

Stop child, you shall not be harmed here.

Looking around in fright, I notice people all surrounding me. One of them is giant, a tall man wearing a tuxedo with no face, just white.

My eyes widen and I whimper as they close in, but the tall man stops them when a black tentacle shoots out of his back and stops a few of them, letting the rest know to stop. My ears turn backwards and flattens against my head in fear as my tail wraps itself around my legs.

A small girl with a pink dress holding a teddy bear runs towards me with a huge smile. I scream and fall backwards. She stops, and a woman wearing a black tank top, black shoes, and she has pale skin. She walks forward and takes her hand, leading the child away. Her black hair, eyes, and lipstick made her skin look so much paler.

Whimpering, I crawl to a fallen tree and hide from view of half the people.

A woman with brown wavy hair walks to me slowly, with measured steps. She has one brown eye, and the other is a clock face. My eyes widen and I crawl under the trunk more. The man with no face keeps track of her with his blank, white head. Hissing at the sudden noise of a branch breaking, my ears perk up and swivel around when I hear voices whispering.

"Ten bucks say that she'll attack Clockie."
"Ten bucks says she won't, and she'll attack Sally."
"Deal."

One voice was raspy and deep, while the other sounded slightly higher then normal. Growling like a feral cat, I hear a voice say, along with a chuckle, "the show starts."

'Clockie' , the girl in front of me, stops moving. Crawling up on top of the trunk, I survey all the people and sniff.

Two people have the scent of fear. And of hiding and mischief. Hissing, I feel my tail start to puff up even more. They pause and stare at me. One was like Jane, except he was a male and had a smile carved into his face. He held a knife. He was wearing black pants, black shoes, and a white sweater covered in blood stains.

I remember you...

The other was short and blond,wearing all green and an elves hat. Hissing, my tail thumps against the trunk. I am beyond pissed. Hearing a chuckle, someone says from behind me, 'boo'.

I launch my self at the shorter one, and closer up I can see his eyes are completely black with red irises and black goo is leaving his eye.

He falls backwards as I land on his chest, and arms wrap around my waist and tries to pull me away. I snap at his face, and sink my sharpened teeth in his jaw line. He cries out, pushing my stomach trying to get me away. My claws dig into his arms as I make it harder for them to tear me off.

Stop, child! The voice resonates through my thoughts, but I ignore it, though it chilled me to the bone. Tearing away, flesh is ripped from his face.

"Ben!" Numerous voices yell.

Digging into his stomach with my back feet, he coughs up blood slightly. I snap at him again, but an arm shoves themselves into my mouth. I gag, and try to pull away but the arm stays in my mouth. Gagging again, I pull backwards  and my claws retract.

Being pulled away, the arm stays in my mouth. Gagging many more times, I almost throw up, when the arm takes itself away. The arms all disappear, and I gag one more time, on my hands and knees.

My ears are drooped and my tail is touching the ground in defeat. Panting, wind flows around me, making my short black hair flow in my face. I didn't even notice I was wearing anything.
Thankfully, I am.

A short dress to my hips, with black tights and knee high combat boots.

Something lifts my chin up, and when I see when it is my spine stiffens. Long, white slender fingers.

I remember this.

The hand carefully points my face up, and I fine myself face to ... nothing. Its head was blank, just pure white. No eyes,nose, or lips were anywhere on its face.

I shudder.

I know I remember this.

One of his black tentacles shoots out of his back. I flinch, closing my eyes. The impact never comes. Instead, it pokes my forehead. Images fill me mind.

Shane.

Rape.

Ann.

Cruel.

Fire.

Blood.

Pain.

The punishments.

Laughter...

Rape.

It hurt.

My eyes open and I whimper and start shaking. That happened to me?

I never knew my parents. Adopted. I was punished for such little things. Whipping. More rape. Ann would always laugh. It started when I was 7. Ten years ago.
Shaking, I realized he was not giving those thoughts to me. He was watching them through my eyes. A memory I never want to remember pops to the front of my mind. Shaking I try to pull away but he grabs me and keeps me still.

Reader discretion advised...skip if you cannot handle sexual assault.

I was nine. I was in my room playing dollies. Shane walks in smiling.
"Hi daddy." I giggle.
His eyes turn cold.  I back away troubled. He jumps at me, throwing me onto my pink bed. I cry out then my head hits my backboard. Daddy crawls on top of me.
"Daddy?" I ask.
"No. Shane." He mutters, nuzzling his face in my neck. I shake from fear. He only did that to Mommy.

He rips my shirt off. Crying,  I crawl backwards. He takes off his pants and boxers. I start bawling loudly. He covers my mouth his his hand. He takes off my pants and underwear. I kick and scream, struggling against him.

A sudden pain explodes from my lower stomach, and Daddy grunts. I scream into his hand. Tears roll down my face quickly, staining the pillow case.

Mommy watches from the doorway.

He grunts again and again, the pain never stopping. Finally, he gets off and I curl into a ball. The pain. It hurts. I want to die. My pink and white blankets are stained red.

That was the first time, and every night he would come back.

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Sobs wrack my body and the faceless man stumbles backwards,, shock evident. I cry louder than ever. Except when he was raping me. Rocking back and forth, I cry.