just as broken as you|mara+beckett
Beckett: had found that the largest perk of being a vampire was smelling blood. Which tended to allow him to know when someone else was in his house. Kicking in the door, Beckett looked around for a moment, allowing the smell of blood to wash over him. Grabbing an empty bottle of whiskey, he brought it to his nose. The smell wasn't Mara's girly scent. It was stronger, different. Did Mara find me a treat? It didn't matter. She wasn't meant to have left the house. He gave her rules for a reason. Rules were meant to be followed. But if she did bring him a little gift then he did think about going easier on her. Kicking a random bottle of vodka across the floor, Beckett followed the rich smell of AB+ blood, vanilla and grey goose. When he turned the corner, Beckett felt the bottle that he'd been holding in his hand shatter into pieces, piercing his flesh. "What the fucking hell do you think you're doing? Dogs are meant to stay outside, not go and find random boys to fuck." He hissed. The anger in his voice sounded like Mara had started WW3. "Now, are you going to slice up your little boy toy or are you going to make me get my hands dirty?"
Mara had gasped when she saw those eyes. That eyes that gave her such a horrifying sense of fear and made her feel frightened, afraid, but also in love as well. At the end of the day, it didn't matter what Beckett did---she was in love with him. Mara gulped and looked to the random boy, who was hurriedly grabbing his pants and putting his shirt and jacket on. "Go, go, go!" She slurred and he heard him leave, slamming the door behind him. Mara turned to Beckett and stumbled into him, drunkenly. "D-Don't be so mad, please. It wasn't a big deal. He...was nice." That was all she could say. He was nice. She hadn't even know his name, but Mara truly was becoming the whore Beckett had made her think she was. "I'm a whore, Beckett," She shrugged, tears in her eyes. "I'm doing what whores do." She picked up a bottle of Beckett's vodka from the floor, some of it left and she began to chug it down and put it on the coffee table. "I'm sorry...I'll clean up the mess." She whispered, pathetically.
Beckett: smiled and ran his finger through his hair. "It's okay my darling. I should have expected this. You're a whore. But I thought you knew better. You're my whore, not his. Mine. No one else. How dare you think that you'd be allowed to be with someone else. Because you're not." Pausing, Beckett waited for his words to skin in. Mara didn't seem to understand what he was saying. "Darling, my darling Mara, it means that I am going to have to punish you. And you disobeyed so many orders, so this will hurt. A lot. And I'm not sorry because you deserve this, you knew I'd do it. You knew that I would need to punish you." Taking Mara's smooth hand in his bloodied one, Beckett smiled sadly and said. "Now, I can try to make this painless if you want to cooperate or will I need to break out the wolfsbane? I got some more the other day just incase." It was true. Ever since Mara had started acting up, Beckett had needed to stock up on the less fun kinds of toys. Sadly, wolfsbane was the one thing that was able to stop Mara whenever she ... got out of control. For a while, he was considering an electric shock collar but decided against it. For now.
Mara let his words sink in, feeling her self worth sinking lower and lower and lower. She sniffled, biting down on her lip as tears silently ran down her pretty pink cheeks. "...I love you, though. Only you...I ju-just wanted to feel better...I was lo-lonely..." She got out, pathetically, bringing her knees to her chest, hiding her face there. "Pl-Please don't...I ca-can't heal already." It was a strange thing, the brain. If one didn't simply believe they deserve to heal, then they didn't. And lately, Mara's wounds weren't healing that much at all. It was only a matter of time before they didn't heal at all. She looked up from her knees and looked into Beckett's gray eyes and shook her head. "...Pl-Please don't hurt me."
Beckett: felt a slight pang inside his chest when Mara whimpered. Licking his lips slowly, Beckett reached out his hand, hoping that Mara would take it and show that she was owning up for her mistake. "It's good that you can't heal. It means that you understand that what you did was wrong." Beckett knew that Mara not being able to fully heal was a mistake. It was a danger, a worry. It means that her big brother Vicky would be able to prove what he'd been doing to her. And while Beckett did actually abuse her, he wasn't going to admit that any time soon. "You know I don't want to do this, but you need it Mara. You need to learn a lesson." He wasn't going to tell her what his plans were but he knew that she'd remember this lesson for the rest of her life. Unlike the other ones, this one was going to leave a life long scar. And not just a mental one.
Mara swallowed hard, looking down and she knew that she deserved this. She knew she did. With her hands shaking, she nodded, looking down at her hands. She got up, taking his hand and refused to make eye contact with him. "...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I love you..." She whimpered, and felt tears silently stream down her hot, pale face. She hadn't eaten in three days, Beckett hadn't fed her and she was weak, not being able to heal. "...I lov-love you...I love you." She felt her tears fall from her cheeks. "Wh-What kind of lesson, han-handsome?" She felt more fear than she had in a while. "...I'm h-hungry...So hu-hungry..." Her already small stomach growled. "Pl-Please...I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I...I know I deserve it, but...so we-weak..."
Beckett: shook his head if to look sad and as if he wanted to help her. "I'll cut you a deal, Mara. Let's see how well you hold up with your punishment and then I'll think about food." Wiping some of the tears from her eyes, Beckett smiled. "You don't, my love. You've been such a bad girl. And you do need to be punished. I'll try to make it hurt less, you're just going to need to be brave." Guiding her from the room, Beckett smiled softly. "How much to do love me, baby girl? Tell me that you're mine. I know you are. You're all mine and everyone needs to know it." Beckett wasn't going to allow her to be with anyone else with out them seeing who she really belonged with. She needed to learn that she was his and if Mara wasn't able to get it into her dumb skull, then he'd burn it into her. Literally.
Mara shook her head. "I do. I love you so much, more than anything. You're the most handsome, most wonderful, amazing man I've ever m-met. I love you more than words could ever say. I'll always love you...I love you so much that there's nothing left." She confessed to him, shaking her head, crying, so afraid of him. What was he going to do to her that was worse than what he has already done? Made her into a slave, beat her until she was a bloody mess on the floor, starved her, controlled her like she were a puppet. How much more? Mara didn't know and she didn't know when she was going to break. Or if she were already broken. Mara swallowed hard as he guided her into the living room, the fireplace brewing there innocently, and she looked to him, with her confused, beautiful blue eyes that were teary. "...Wh-What are you going to do to me?"
Beckett: pressed a small kiss to her lips and pulled away before she could try and steal more from him and distract him from the task at hand. "You'll be fine, my love. You're so strong and brave and I believe that you can do this. I would never do this to you if I didn't think that you wouldn't be able to handle it." Bullshit. "You're a big girl Mara, you can do this. It's just a small little wound. You trust me, right?" Delicately tracing along the edge of her face, Beckett smiled at the blonde. Running his hands through her hair, he placed a small kiss to her head and smiled. "So, my favorite element is fire, what's yours?" Beckett didn't wait for her to respond before he began to trace the words into her flesh with his fingertips. "I want you to never forgot that you're mine, okay?" He said with a seductive smile. He knew that Mara would fall right into his arms and do whatever he wanted. She always did when he smiled like that.
Mara trembled listened closely to his words, kissed back delicately as he kissed her, the feel of his lips against hers heaven to her. She wanted more, she wanted more of her, but he pulled away, stroking her hair and speaking so sweetly to her. She hadn't remembered the last time she was spoken to from him in such a sweet, lovely tone of voice. She swallowed hard, savoring it and nodded as he asked her if she trusted him. She did trust him---she relied on him, like a puppy to its owner. She relied on him so much that there really was nothing left of her. Just a little girl with bright blue eyes that followed Beckett Reed around and eventually, she knew she would just fade into him---but that wouldn't be so bad, would it? Fading into someone was such a romantic idea. And she loved Beckett more than she could ever hope. Maybe he was going to be sweet. Maybe. She narrowed her eyes, though, when he spoke about fire and suddenly, the fingertips on her skin, the fire, it all made sense. Her stomach dropped, with his last words. "...N-NO!" She whimpered out, trying to get away, turning on her heel to run out, but who was Mara Olsen kidding?
Beckett: might have thought about stopping if he had a soul but lucky for him that he didn't. Standing up slowly, he looked at the fragile blonde. "You're wasting energy, you're not going to be able to get away." Calmly walking over to her, Beckett ran his fingers through his through his messy hair and laughed. She wasn't going to get away. He was going to brand her, she was his and everyone needed to know that. Everyone. Frankly, Beckett couldn't care less that Mara's brothers suspected that he was abusing her, and if they saw this then they'd know that he really was but he didn't care. He wanted them to know. Everyone needed to know that Mara was his and that she wasn't ever allowed to be with anyone else. "It's not going to hurt Mara baby. I promise you that it won't. You're a big, strong girl. You can handle the heat." Backing Mara into a corner, Beckett whispered softly. "Let the games begin."
Mara felt tears stream down her face, shaking her head rapidly. "Pl-Please...Beckett, no, it'll hurt! Beckett, no!" She whimpered, shaking her head, trembling as he backed her into a corner. She had felt physically sick, horribly sick and she knew there was no way out. "PLEASE! I...I..." She had no others words, no words at all, as she wrestled with him, so weak, so pathetically weak from not eating food. She felt faint, falling into his arms, begging him, pleading with him not to. "PLEASE! I'll...I'll do whatever you w-want, just not this, just NOT this! BECKETT!" She began to sob, her lip trembling so badly, her cries so bad she couldn't speak. Shaking her head, looking at the fire, she cried out, pulling on his shirt to spare her. "N-NO! NO, PLEASE!"
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Beckett: ran his fingers over her rib cage like she was a ivory piano. "It won't baby." He said pressing a small kiss to her neck, as he pulled her back towards the fire place, his arms wrapped around her stomach. He could feel it growling as he pulled her bare feet onto the carpet, dropping her by the roasting fire. "Why not? You're a big, strong girl. You can do this, honey. I need you to remember who you really are. You're my girl. Mara Reed." Stroking her blonde hair, Beckett wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered. "You're going to need to be strong and stay as quiet as you can, okay?" It wasn't a question or request. It was a demand. He'd kill her if she didn't stay quiet. Mara was a play thing. He could find some other blonde to play his game. Like Claudia. Or even that strange girl Malia. She was... something. All he needed was hair dye and she could be his new little Mara. Their names even sounded the same. "Can you do that for me, Mara? Can you stay quiet?"
Mara felt so sick at that moment. How was he being so sweet, so charming, and she was reacting to it? She knew, logically in her head, what he was going to do. Brand her. Make her permanently is. And yet, when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, it was all over. She melted at his touch, more so because for once it was sweet. It reminded her of before, before she had ruined everything and made him so angry all of the time. Even breathing wrong made him mad and set him off. Mara's lip was trembling, the heat of the fire reaching her as she squirmed like a puppy being picked up and whimpered. The way he was talking to her---like she was a puppy that needed to calm down. Like what he was doing was so normal.Mara Reed. She kept whimpering as he spoke, and looked down, biting down on her lip. "...O-Okay...I'll be qu-quiet.."
Beckett: paused, biting down on his own lip. "Do you not want to be mine, Mara?" Pulling Mara closer to him, so that she was resting in his lap, Beckett reached out and picked up the iron fire poker from it's resting spot. He'd been thinking about this for a while and had been planning this for a while. The burning hot metal lightly touched against the top of Mara's rib cage and when she screamed, Beckett almost rammed it down her throat. "Dammit, Mara. I thought I said to shut the hell up." Gripping his spare hand over her mouth, Beckett grimaced. She promised that she'd be quiet. "You have one more go at being silent before I break out the duct tape." Removing his hand from her mouth, he went back to gripping her ribcage and imprinting the words into her. He'd barely finished the word property when she started to whimper. "I thought I told you to be quiet you worthless whore."
Mara had never in her life felt something as painful before. Not her father's words, her father's abuse, even his electrocutions, the biggest battles she's been in before, none of them held a candle to the intense amount of extricating pain that occurred when that fire poker burnt into the flesh of her skin. She couldn't contain her screams, the squirming, the flinching, the whimpers, her head was going to split from the pain. It was horrifying, her blood curdling screams. It was agonizing, as tears gushed down her cheeks, she couldn't believe what was happening. The mark would be there forever. Property of Beckett Reed. She couldn't contain, but she also couldn't stop apologizing. "I'M SORRY, I"M SORRY! I'M---" Another horrible scream filled the air, blood dripping from her burning flesh, the entire house smelling like burnt flesh. "PLEASE, BECKETT---PLEASE!
Beckett: stopped for a moment so that Mara would be able to catch her breath and he would be able to grab the duct tape from the side table. He should have known better. Mara had always been a screamer. "Stop it." Rolling the gray tape over her perfect lips, Beckett smacked a kiss against the and then said. "Sorry about that, darling. You should have been quiet." Pressing the burner back down into her skin, he began to carve in the final letters. The smell of her flesh was the sweetest smell ever. When he looked at the flawless skin with the beautiful reminder on in, Beckett smiled at her. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tracing along the hot words, Beckett smiled. It felt like heaven against his finger tips. He wanted her to remember this day forever.
Mara felt the duct tape go over her mouth and at that moment, she wanted to be simply and very much dead. She couldn't breathe, she was sobbing so much, she couldn't breathe at all. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to squirm, to get away, but the damage was already done. He had already finished, the words branded into her forever. She was his. The burning of her flesh were the most agonizing pain she had ever felt, times a thousand, and she couldn't breathe, not for a single moment. She looked up at him and begged him with her muffled cries to stop all of this, but he wouldn't be able to hear her. He wouldn't care if she did, he would only hurt her more. All Mara could do was whimper like a child, so tired of fighting, of kicking, of trying to get free. She couldn't. No matter what. And for the rest of her life, whoever she fell in love with, they wouldn't touch her. No man ever would. They would take her shirt off, while making sweet, gentle love to her, and see the reminder. She was Beckett's. She had been a whore, and someone else had owned her and therefore, no man, no one, besides Beckett, was going to be there for her. He had ruined her for any other guy and in this case, ruined Mara. And all she could do was whimper as the light in her eyes began to fade more and more by the second. She tried to kick him with her leg, weakly, on no food, no water, and the mere fact she had just been tortured, but missed. Beckett had her pinned, and he was of course stronger. No matter how hard she tried, there was no escape.
Beckett: knew that this was the right thing to do was to stop, to stop hurting her because she'd never done anything wrong. But he didn't want to. He loved this. "See, darling? It didn't hurt." Looking at her, he saw that the soft light blue glow that was normally in there had faded. Beautiful. Pushing back some of the hair from her sweaty face, Beckett lightly kissed her on tapped up lips. "Not that bad, was it? You just needed to be quieter." Carefully bending down to kiss the red hot wound, he smiled at it. It was amazing. She'd never be able to get it off, everyone would remember that she was his. Her eyes looked like a water color painting that someone had tried to do but failed because they used the wrong paint. They'd tried to make a wonderful thing using light paints and had used the darkest oil ones. It was like a firework that had gone wrong, it was everything and nothing. She was dying. And it thrilled him. "Stop kicking me, pet. I thought you loved me. Do you not want my attention? Do you want me to ignore you forever? I could do that and find myself a new love. You're just a girl, Mara. I can find someone stronger then you. Someone who really wants my love. Someone who truly deserves it. Someone able to handle the heat."
Mara squirmed still, just a tiny bit, when he had asked her if she wanted his attention still when she kicked him and as she could feel the life force draining out of her. Oh, God. Was she dying? Was this going to be it for her? She wasn't healing, she wasn't at all, and Mara was panicking. Would these things be the last thing she saw, the cold look of Beckett gleaming over her, in his house where he had single handedly beaten her, raped her and starved her, tortured her, and for what? For loving him? She looked into those chocolate eyes and could no longer see the ones she had loved. Instead, they were empty and cold, horrific and terrifying. Mara didn't respond, she had no strength to, as she rolled her head over to the side, looking into the fire. She thought it looked beautiful there, gleaming in her bright blue eyes that were now cold and turning lifeless, draining from her. She watched it ddance around in the heat, not making eye contact with him. Maybe a no response would anger him, but all Mara could do was look into that fire and dream that maybe she could one day dance in the flames, be the flames again.Although it wouldn't happen, because every part of her ached.
Beckett: growled at Mara and ripped the duct tape from her mouth. "Answer me, now." He could feel the anger inside of him. Why wasn't she replying to him? He asked her a question and she wasn't replying. Why? She loved him. And while he didn't love her back, he still wanted her to love him. It wasn't fair. She loved him and all he actually wanted was for someone to love him even though he was unable to love her back. It was horrific what he'd done to her and everything that he planned to do. "Darling, tell me. Or I'll hurt you. If you think that this hurt, believe me, Princess. I can do so much worse. I can make you bleed and cry out for the Gods that won't help you because you're worthless and no one wants you. " Looking at Mara, he watched the way the flames danced her lifeless eyes. It was amazing, the only time that he saw this in someone was when they had died. But somehow, Mara was dead on the inside. But still breathing. It was the aftermath of a storm. She was ruined and he was going to shatter her until she was unable to ever be fixed. Her brothers wouldn't ever be able to fix her. No matter how many how hard they tried, no one would be able to put the shattered pieces of shattered Mara Olsen.
Mara whimpered out in pain when he had ripped the duct tape from her mouth. He had made her look into those dark brown eyes and she couldn't bare to see what had happened to the sweet Beckett she once knew. That kissed her, protected her from those boys at school, held her hand, picked her up from school. Where had he gone? Was he even ever there in the first place? For some reason though, Mara couldn't move her lips to move, her frail, chapped, pale, almost blue lips. She hadn't drank water in almost four days, same with food, and the beatings she had taken---they took everything out of her until she was just like this. Broken and hollow. All there was was her trembling lip and she couldn't respond, her mouth was too dry, she was too weak to move. Her mind was screaming the answer of yes, of course she loved him so much, but all she could do was stare into the flames and watch as he grew increasingly angry. She only let out one soft whimper, and even that hurt.
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Beckett: tightened his jaw and ground his teeth together. "I broke you, Mara Olsen." He said with a twisted smile. "You weren't mine to break but I did it anyways. No one can stop me. I'm going to crush you until you're just little, shattered shards so that no one will ever be able to place you back together." Running his hands along her burned ribs, Beckett began to pull up her shirt. "See, baby?" His voice was softer, like it had been before the fall. "Do you want me to make the pain to go away?" Bringing his lips to trail up her shirt, Beckett skimmed along the smooth and raw skin until he reached her neck and pulled her closer so that he was able to pull the now slightly burnt bra from her twig thin body. "I can make you stop hurting." The delicate whisper sounded like a scream in the empty room. The only other sound was the burning fire and the memories of Mara's screams. "I can take away your pain, baby girl. I can make you feel so good."
Mara heard his words and felt them sink in. He wanted her to fall completely, to be completely his and shattered---the thing was, he had more than succeeded. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at him, his voice, his kisses, sweet as could be. His kisses meant everything to her, so sweet and soft, as she closed her eyes and sighed, feeling the pain sting all around her. She said still nothing, and kept looking into his eyes, as he took off her bra and fiddled with her dress, ripping it off of her. She was naked, yet again, in front of him. What else was new? She struggled underneath him, squirming, as she felt him go on top of her, promising her he would take away the pain and make her feel okay, make her feel good. There was greed and hunger in his eyes as she still didn't respond to him, but in her head, was screaming.
Beckett: smiled carefully and pushed back a lock of her matted hair. "You didn't tell me so you don't really deserve this, but you know that I can't resist you Mara, darling. I love your body so much, I need it. You're like a drug to me." Pulling her lips towards his, Beckett trapped her into a loveless kiss. He was going to drain the life out of her. To look at her fragile body and see the emptiness that he caused. Allowing his rough hands to linger on her body for longer then she'd like, Beckett intertwined their hands and mumbled into Mara's ear. "You know what to do." She'd done this so many times before and all he wanted was for her to prove it to him. She could stay on the floor and he'd throw her away or she'd listen. She'd listen and he might start to pretend that he loved her again. She just needed to listen. "C'mon baby, show daddy exactly how much you love him." Mara wasn't strong. She wouldn't be able to even breath. He'd broken her. Mentally and physical. And no one in the history of the world had ever broken an Olsen.












