"Well that was fun, wasn't it?" A tall,buff man laughed, putting on his, in her opinion, disgusting, clothes in the near complete darkness. Meanwhile, a young blonde girl, with blue ocean like eyes, sat naked in the corner, about to a room that once was her sanctuary, her safe place, and is now only a reminder of her bitter, scarring pain. She was only fourteen, and hated this. But, in all honesty, it didn't matter what she thought. Her mum and dad said she had to do this, that it was her duty, but she hatted it.
Sadly, whenever she asked why she must let him do this to her, her parents would simply say that it was her duty. It's been like this for three years. Once every seven months, he would come and act all nice for the week he was at Berk. But at night, he was a monster. And to make things worse, she couldn't tell any body, her parents made her swear not to. And again, the unasked question of why would go through her brain. Why won't she defend herself? And why would her parents let him do this to her? What had her family done, that they had to pay them back with this? But most importantly, why would her own parents let someone do this her every night for a whole week and not care?
"So sad it's the last time for awhile." He now stood up. "Let's see, you'll be fifteen next time I see you, right?" She didn't answer him. Refusing to let him hear her voice. She couldn't, however, stop him from grabbing her chin and forcing her to show her eyes, once full of vibrant life, now dulled from the the years. "Four beautiful years." The blonde in the corner couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes but still held them in, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
He let go of her and walked towards the door, leaving her to cry and wish he wouldn't be coming back. But sadly, this would not be the last time. And he left the room, only saying five more words that made her fell dead. "Until next time, Astrid Hofferson.