Tenchi Gurei

Disclaimer: I do not own the song “Concrete Angel”. It belongs to Martina McBride and her record company. I do own these characters. They are my own creations and only seemed to fit this story. Some may recognize the name Chava; it is from Fiddler on the Roof. However this is not that character; they just have the same name. I also do not own the Poem “Tyger! Tyger!” That is the property of William Blake.

Disclaimer 2: Okay this story does have rape and suicide in it. It also has incest. The father rapes his daughter. Also the mentality of slave vs. master is touched on here. If this content offends please, I beg you do not read further. And if you do choose to read on . . . I ask that you do not flame me. But if you feel the need to flame be warned I WILL ROAST WEENIES AND MARSHMALLOWS! Okay, so have fun, read and review. If you like please tell me. If not then please, tell me what to change to make it better.

Tenchi Gurei

“Didn’t she wear that yesterday?” The whispers followed her through the halls.

“Yeah and it looks like she didn’t shower either. How disgusting!” Chava shied away from the other girls and sighed. Going into the room where her first class was to be held, she sat in her normal seat in the back of the class and stared blankly at the blackboard. She tugged at the long sleeves of the top of her black dress, and arranged the skirt around her legs to hide the bruises and cuts.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she\'s holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
Oh ohhhh

As class began, she barely listened to the lecture. She noticed the teacher looking at her in concern but the professor said nothing, only turned back to the blackboard and continued the lesson. Chava only listened with half an ear as the professor droned on and on about the poetry assignment from the night before; the events of last night running through her mind. Chava’s eyes barely conceal the pain these memories bring . . .

The teacher wonders but she doesn\'t ask
It\'s hard to see the pain behind the mask

She cooked dinner and made sure it was ready for him when he arrived home from work that night, just as she did every night. The table was set and she was in the kitchen finishing the salad when the door opened and he began to bellow. “Girl! Where are you?” Chava walked into the entryway and went to her knees immediately.

“I am here Milord Father. Your dinner is ready and awaiting your arrival and the bath is ready to be prepared.” It was the same ritual that had been her life for the last ten years. It all started when her mother, God rest her soul, passed into the next world. She was eight and a week after the funeral; Chava became a slave in her own home. He started changing. His manner was rough and hard, like stone. His tongue like steel and his hands like tempered iron. She did all the housework, she cooked and cleaned and even drew his baths.

Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

For awhile she tried to do everything so he would be satisfied and so she would have a little bit of time for herself to do homework or be on her own, but she soon gave up on that idea.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can\'t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she\'s loved
Concrete Angel

But this night was different from the last ten years. She shuddered as he stepped up to her and grabbed her wrist. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and clothes. “Oh no. . . Please. . . He’s been drinking. . .” she thought to herself. She didn’t flinch from the bruising grip but remained on her knees with her head bowed, hoping this would not raise his ire. The next thing she felt was the blow that sent her sprawling on the ground. Her ears rang and her head spun. She landed hard, and stayed where she landed, knowing this will save her a beating and earn her just a kick, before he went to the kitchen to eat and left her alone to gather herself before she went to draw the bath water. She was right. He landed a kick on her ribs, a small crack was heard as the rib gave under the force of the shoe. As he walked into the kitchen she waited until the sounds of his eating the food she had prepared could be heard, then she got unsteadily to her feet and limped up the stairs.

She reached the bathroom and began to fill the tub with water. The water was hotter than if she were going to get in right away knowing that if the water was cold when he got up to take his bath he would beat her severely. After the bath was full, she knelt at the side of the tub and waited. He soon came upstairs and stripped. He stepped into the tub and in a backhanded motion, hits her hard enough to send her to the ground for the second time that night. “The water is too hot. Are you trying to boil me to death?” His voice is harsh. “Now get over here and scrub my back. And be quick about it.” She jumped to obey. She lathered up the soft poof and began to scrub his back gently and efficiently; her fear of him keeping her silent. She finishes and rinses the soap from his back and backs away. He stays in the tub for a little while longer.

He gets out of the tub and turns to face her. He reels back and slaps her again. “That is for general principles.” He then turns and walks from the bathroom. She drains the tub and goes down to the kitchen. As she began to clean up the remains of his dinner, Chava hummed softly to herself. She didn’t know what the tune was (as she had never listened to music outside of what he listened to and what she heard in class) but it was soothing to her and she did not mind listening to it. Only when he came storming in to the kitchen did she realize she had been humming aloud. “Stop that racket, Girl!” He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from the kitchen. Dragging her up the stairs, he nearly pulled the shoulder of her right arm from its socket. She followed as best she could but she could barely keep her feet. Only when he reached the top of the stairs and the door to the bedroom did he stop for a moment. He didn’t strike her like he usually did. . . He pushed her into the room and shut the door. After he locked the dead bolt, he turned to her. Only then did she realize what was going on. He grabbed her arm again and threw her to the bed. “Now, you will be punished for your arrogance; just like I taught your mother.”

She was torn from her memories by the teacher calling her name, “Chava! Please read from the middle of page 94.” She looks up, nods and begins to read.

“‘Tyger! Tyger! / Burning bright/ In the forests of the night,/ What immortal hand or eye/ Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?’” She fell silent as the stanza ended and the teacher nodded, the look on her face a little worried; seeing the bruises and lacerations just visible over the collar around her neck.

Chava sighed and whimpered as class ended for the day. She stood and made a beeline for the door of the class. She had to be home before he got there, had to have dinner made. She had a little bit of time, but not much. It was the same everyday, and yet she usually pulled it off. She winced as she walked; a little sore from the “punishment” she received last night. She wondered if he would do it again. She picked up her pace hoping to have a moment to breathe before beginning her duties.

When she arrived home, she saw the car in the driveway. She touched the hood and felt that it was cold. “Oh no,” she groaned softly, “he’s home already. . .” She ran to the door and opened it quietly, hoping to not attract his attention. As she passed the den, she saw him sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper. She tip-toed passed the doorway, but she heard the rattle of the paper being folded and set aside. She went to her knees immediately. He walked over and loomed in front of her. In his hand she saw something she had only seen him use before on a horse. She closed her eyes at the sight of the whip.

“You’re late,” he said gruffly. “Why weren’t you here when I arrived? Why isn’t dinner made? Why is my bath not drawn?” As she began to speak, he cracked the whip and the tip struck her cheek, leaving a small but deep cut on her otherwise flawless skin. She tried to hold in a cry of pain, but a small noise managed to escape her control. This only angered him further. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her from her knees with bruising force. He pulled her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once again, just like the night before, he pushed her inside and closed the door behind himself as he also entered the room. He then locked it and turned to face Chava. “Now, I will punish you again. Maybe you didn’t learn your lesson last night. I shall just have to reinforce it I suppose,” he said with a menacing look at her. “You will learn your place, one way or another.” With that he walked to her trembling figure and began to rip the clothes off her body. Once she was unclothed, he lifted her into the air and threw her against the wall. He chuckled cruelly as her head hit the plastered surface with a loud thud. She staggered away from the wall and right into his waiting grip. This defiance aroused his anger even more and gripped her in a grip harsh enough to crack a bone. He then tied her hands to the bed post with a tie he retrieved from the closet and another he tied around her neck and grabbed the whip a second time. He raised it above his head and brought it down with such force that it broke the skin and left a bloody line from her right shoulder to her left hip. She let out a small scream and tears began to roll down her face. He brought the whip down again and again; each time harder than the last. She was soon wailing and weeping loud enough the neighbors heard her next door, but they just closed the blinds, turned off the lights, and went out to dinner. “It’s none of our business. It’s their life. We shouldn’t get involved,” they said to each other and themselves trying to justify not helping.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light

Soon he stopped using the whip, and removed the restraints that held her hands from the bed post. He then pulled her up by the make shift leash around her neck. Chava closed her eyes and whimpered softly. He threw her onto the bed and tied her down. He removed his clothes and smiled maliciously. He then walked to the closet again and removed two more ties. He then walked back to the bed and grabbed her left leg. He tied one of the ties to her ankle; tight enough to cause bruising and pain. He repeated this process with her right ankle as well. Chava whimpered again, but instead of the desired effect, received a blow to her face. “Shut up!” He bellowed with great irritation. She fell silent and laid still. He continued with what he was doing. He grabbed the tie on her left ankle and tied it to the bed post roughly, almost pulling the leg from the socket. He then took the right and did the same, causing Chava to cry out again. This time he did not strike her; he merely climbed onto the bed and laughed maliciously again. Chava realized that she could not escape him. He looked over the work he had done, making sure the knots were tight and not going to come undone. Satisfied that the restraints were solid, he ran a finger down her body lightly. Chava shivered at the touch, her body sensitized from the beating she had received earlier that night and yesterday. Her shuddering brought forth cruel pokes to several of the bruises on her body. The man above her growled and finally leaned down and began to ravage her body. He started by giving hard bites to her shoulders and neck. A few of these broke the skin and blood began to trickle down her neck. He then bit his way down to her breasts. These he took great amounts of time to wreak havoc on these tender appendages of her body. He gripped one in one hand and squeezed it in an iron grip; leaving finger shaped bruises where ever his hand went on her supple flesh. The other received the attention of his mouth. His teeth bit along the top, leaving bruises, imprints, and blood in the wake of his passing. He reached the nipple of that breast and bit down hard. Chava let out a shriek like a banshee that has met its end. This gained her a blow. She felt his arousal press against her leg. While in the bath, and even last night, she never noticed how large he really was . . . now she could feel the fullness of his erection. She tried to shy away but the restraints held her in place. He hit her again as he bit down hard on her already abused nipple. He smiled cruelly and thrust a finger roughly inside her body and with out giving her time to adjust to the feeling a second joined its fellow. He nodded to himself and added a third all the while thrusting his hand in and out of her. Her mouth was open in a scream that just would not be ripped from her body. A fourth finger was added and tears welled in Chava’s eyes. He took great enjoyment in her tortured movements and tears. After a couple of moments with four fingers inside her he thrust his whole hand inside her up to his wrist. This pulled the cry of pain and torture from her body. He enjoyed the cry too much to silence her, so he just began to push his hand in and out each time pushing further inside.

He tired of this after a few minutes, as Chava stopped screaming and had been reduced to small whimpers. He removed his hand pulling yet another scream of pain from Chava’s raw throat. He looked down at her and smiled again, the cruelty in his eyes unmistakable. Chava looked at him with pleading eyes. He took no notice of this. He only rubbed his member to full arousal and positioned it. And with a final cruel chuckle, he thrust into her.

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late

He didn’t even stop to allow her a moment to adjust to his size. He set a rapid, rough, and painful pace. He held her hips still so she would not move too much as he continued to violate her body. He pounded his hips into hers and moaned loudly as he took his pleasure from her pain. Her sobs and tortured cries only heightened his arousal. As his climax loomed ever closer, his speed increased as did the pitch of Chava’s screams. These only spurred him on to greater speed and irregularity. As he reached the point of climax, he stopped. He then lifted her hips more, thus arching her back even more and straining the bonds holding her. He got a cruel look in his eye and spread her buttocks roughly. He then pulled her down as he thrust up inside her filling her instantly and with great pain. She let out a wail loud enough to shatter the water glass sitting by the bed. He only laughed and proceeded to pull out and thrust back into her again and again. He felt the rush of his climax almost before he knew what had happened. He thrust into her one final time and shot great spurts of seed into her anal cavity. He then, before he was spent, withdrew and shoved back into her vaginal opening and spilled the rest of his seed there. He then pulled out roughly and got up to clean himself off. He left her tied to the bed. When he returned he looked at her with malice in his eye. “Learn your place woman, or be punished.”

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can\'t rise above

He left her there until after he had cleaned himself. He walked over to the bed and undoes the bonds. “Get out of my sight.” Chava moved as quickly as possible, which under the circumstances was not very fast. She walked out of the room and down the hall to her own little bathroom and began to clean the blood from her body. She watched as the blood and seed ran from her body and down the drain. She sighed and picked up the razor she used to shave her legs that morning.

But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she\'s loved
Concrete Angel

She nodded and sighed. “This is the end. I will not allow him to violate me anymore. Mother would turn over in her grave if she knew what he has done. I will relieve him of the burden of my life.” She flips the razor open and cleans it gently, making sure the edge was sharp and clean. She drew her finger along the blade and felt it slid through the skin; just cutting deep enough to draw a thin line of blood. She nodded to herself and sighed. “I will release him from the burden of my foolishness.” She filled the tub with warm water and slipped into it. She made sure to keep the blade from the water and closed her eyes to prepare for the next step. Chava slid her wrist into the water to warm the skin and bring the blood vessels closer to the surface. She watched as her skin began to become even paler in contrast to the veins. She lifted her arm from the water and made a sideways slice across the top of her wrist. A small gasp of pain escaped her control. . . She waited a moment before making any movements, listening for Him. She heard nothing and continued. She did the same to her right wrist. Seeing that this is not accomplishing her goal, she makes a vertical slice in her left wrist and nodded seeing this worked better. She did the same to her right wrist and lay back in the tub watching the water around her turn red with her own blood. She closed her eyes and saw the image of her mother waiting for her with arms held open to welcome Chava to a place of peace. As her breath became shallow and labored she relaxed her body to allow the blood to flow more freely. She whispered, “I love you, Father, despite all you have done.” She then offered up a prayer, “Father above, watch over him as I ascend into your arms. Forgive him the wrongs he has committed against you. This I . . . ask in . . . Your name. . . Amen.” She then takes a final rattling breath and lets it out in a soft sigh.

He came looking for her later. He wanted to take her again. “CHAVA! Where are you, Girl!?” He stormed through the house his anger turning to rage when she did not answer. He raged through the hall to her room and the little bathroom. There he found her body, in the tub. Her face was as white as fresh snow on the mountains. He let out a roar of indignation and rage. “HOW DARE YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE! JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER! HOW DARE YOU DIE ON ME?!? YOU ARE MINE! I SAY WHEN YOU LIVE AND WHEN YOU DIE!” He hit her face with enough force to break the cheek bone and dislocate the jaw. He walks off.

There is a pounding on the door. He walks over and answers the door. “Can I help you officer?”

“Mr. Rodinika, I presume?” the officer said.

He nods. “That’s me. How may I be of service?”

The officer looks at him. “We got a disturbance call. Is everything alright?”

”Well actually no. My daughter is in the bathroom dead. I think she committed suicide. I was in the kitchen making some tea. She went to take a shower. I didn’t hear from her for sometime and I went looking for her. I found her. I was just about to call 911.” He backs away from the door allowing the police officer in. “Please, I will show you.” He adopted the concerned and grieving father façade and led the police officer up the stairs to the small bathroom where Chava remained in the tub surrounded by the bloody water.

“My God,” the police officer whispered as though he was in the room with a sleeping babe. Mr. Rodinika bowed his head as though n pain and shock of seeing his daughter this way. “I will call an ambulance to take her to the morgue.”

“Thank you.” He led him back down to the kitchen and showed him the phone; then Mr. Rodinika went to the garage and began cursing his luck of the cops showing up so soon after his outburst. He walked back to the door and opened it only to find the police officer standing there waiting for him.

“Mr. Rodinika, you are under arrest for assault and battery, abuse, and sexual exploitation of a minor.” The police officer turned Rodinika to face the wall and cuffed him then and there. He was then escorted to the car by another police officer and sat in the car. The first officer waited for the ambulance to arrive.

~~~~~ Three Days Later~~~~~
The mourners stand around the open grave waiting to commit he body to the earth. The casket is closed and the preacher finishing his sermon. The teacher stands in the crowd looking back at the casket of the student she lost. She lets out a sigh as the casket is lowered into the ground. “Good-bye Chava. You really were one of the best and the brightest in class. I am sorry now I never said anything to you. Forgive me.”

~~~~~Several Weeks Later~~~~~
The teacher walked through the church yard and sighed. It had been four weeks since she had been here for the funeral, but she remembered the path well. She reaches the place where Chava’s body was laid to rest. There stood a head stone with an angel looking toward Heaven with her arms outstretched.

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face

The teacher nodded and sighed again. She read the stone softly, “Chava Rodinika, Age 19, Born December 20, 1985 Died December 14, 2005. The forlorn angel scorned and forgotten.”

A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world had forgot

The teacher started to turn and walk away; she saw Chava standing with a woman whom she resembled greatly. The teacher smiled and nodded to them as she turned and headed for home. As she walked into her house, she hugged her own little daughter and said, “I love you, Morgaina.”

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can\'t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she\'s loved
Concrete Angel

End