SAPPHIRE POV
Trigger warning: sexual assault. Please proceed with caution.
"You fucking witch," I vividly remembered as the man I once called my father landed a harsh slap across my face, sending me crashing to the ground. Blood pooled at the corner of my lips from the force of the blow. I thought maybe it would end there, but he was relentless. He yanked me up by my hair, delivering another brutal slap that knocked me down again. "I should have known you were a devil, that mark on your hair said it all. You are a bitter devil," he spat coldly while tears filled my eyes. I desperately tried to reason with him. He always did this when things went wrong in his life, blaming me for every misfortune. Maybe because I wasn't his real daughter, it was easier to make me the scapegoat for everything.
