Author's Note: Okay, so this isn't exactly going according to plan. You see, I was planning on posting a chapter of As It Was Made To Be every day during the month of December. The problem is that writing for AIWMTB is excruciatingly painful and everything I type is utter crap and I can't possibly post anything I've written. I've re-started the next chapter about 7 times at this point and it's just not working.

So I've decided to post the first chapter of my next story, Amnesty. It is very different from anything I've ever written before, so please keep that in mind. This is not going to be a fluff-fest like AIWMTB, which is going to be obvious from the prologue. I hope you'll give this a chance because I'm very excited about it and hopefully you will be, too.

WARNING: The prologue includes scenes of violence, though it is not described in a gruesome manner. The chapter also includes scenes of a smutty nature, so please take that into account as well.

Amnesty

Prologue

She was walking down a dimly lit side street late one night. It had been the day of the Pride Parade, though she didn't see much of it. She worked the whole day, only stopping momentarily to watch a float pass by the cafe she worked in before returning to her job. She went to a bar after work to catch up with some old acquaintances, and after a long night of conversation she found herself slightly tipsy and walking home. It was not too late and the area was not especially well known for violence. She wasn't dressed provocatively and didn't look out of the ordinary in any way.

She did not notice that she was being followed by two people, one man and one woman. They had watched her in the bar, watched her associate with people who had been at the Parade, who celebrated homosexual abomination. She, too, must have been what was commonly referred to as an "ally" if she wasn't an abomination herself. The man nodded towards his female companion and they both picked up their pace, eager to take advantage of the dim lighting of the alleyway to surprise their victim. They walked towards her as silently as possible, and when they reached her they forced her down onto the ground and began to beat her. The victim did not scream nor make any effort to fight back – she was in shock. She didn't realize what was happening quickly enough to defend herself. So she took the beating they dealt her in silence, and was left laying in the alleyway bleeding and wondering what she'd done to provoke the attack. They hadn't mugged her or even stolen her cell phone.

She couldn't understand what she'd done to deserve the split lip, black eye, and cracked ribs. The man and woman didn't stick around to explain themselves, nor did they utter a single word while they were beating her. She didn't have a single clue as to what she'd done to deserve that beating in Sofia that night.

Part One: Freedom of Thought, Conscience and Religion

Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.

Article 18 of the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights

The loud house music of a club floated through the walls of the women's toilets, where I was busy fucking yet another nameless woman. I used the beat of the bass to set the rhythm as I fucked her, pumping my fingers into her, then sliding out and working over her clit. Her moans reverberated in my ear as she gripped my shoulders and pulled me even closer to her.

"Fuck...oh, right there," the woman whimpered. I curled my fingers and pressed my thumb against her clit, and a few short moments later I felt her walls clamp down on me. I repressed the urge to cringe as the woman bit down on my neck and sucked, obviously trying to mark me. But I didn't want to be marked. I was nobody's and never would belong to anybody.

As soon as the nameless brunette finished coming, I pulled my fingers out, turned around and left the toilets. It was just another shag – no reason to stick around. Not like I wanted the girl's number. Definitely not. I'd succeeded tonight. I pulled. I walked through the club, a smirk on my face as I approached the bar and ordered one last drink.

"Jack and coke, mate," I said to the bartender, who served me immediately. I passed him a ten pound note and turned around, leaning against the bar to watch the pulsating bodies on the dance floor. Fiery bright red hair in the centre of the crowd called out to me. She was dancing with a tall, dark-skinned, brunette woman who completely eclipsed the petite redhead. They looked like a bit of an odd couple. The redhead caught my eye, her dark brown gaze luring me in. She raised her eyebrow, smiling a sultry half-smile at me. She winked at me. Maybe they weren't a couple after all. I raised my glass to her and finished my drink off, placing the glass on the bar and turning to leave the club. I fought the urge to turn around and go find the redhead and maybe make it two-for-two tonight. It wasn't rare for me to pull two girls in one night. Not lately, at least.

"Naomi," A quiet voice called out to me. I turned to see a brunette, dressed in a short black skirt, fishnets, combat boots, and a tank top, standing outside the club. Effy. I pushed the thoughts of the sultry redhead out of my mind as I walked over to join the brunette.

"You owe me a fiver," I muttered to the waif-like girl, who was leaning against the brick wall of the club. She smiled and took a long drag from her cigarette. I reached into my own pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, grabbing the brunette's cigarette and using the lit end of her cigarette to light my cigarette.

"You pulled then," Effy said as she reached into her bra and pulled out a five pound note, a cloud of smoke forming around us as we spoke. Effy and I would often bet on who would be able to pull on a night out and lately, I'd been winning most of those bets. She handed the money to me, and I put the fiver in my pocket. "Any good?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes.

"Oh, yes, Effy, my random shag in the toilets of a shitty club was just wonderful. The girl didn't even offer to do anything for me. Total pillow princess...err...wall princess."

Effy laughed. She pushed herself off the brick wall and started walking back towards our apartment. I followed. The streets of London were surprisingly empty for a late Friday night.

Our apartment, which was in Islington, was a bit of a mess at the moment. Effy and I had both recently graduated university and it was the first time we were getting our own apartment together. We were roommates all throughout university, but that was only in a tiny dorm room. Needless to say, we hardly had any furniture and hardly any money. The flat was small and we were sleeping on mattresses on the floor and had no proper furniture at all, but it was okay for now. We had internet and we each had our own laptops and we had enough food to get by. That was all we really needed. It was a two bedroom flat, but there wasn't a living room. The only other rooms were a kitchen and a bathroom. But we didn't need more than that, really.

Effy had managed to find a job working for a security firm, though she refused to tell me exactly what she did there and I'd stopped asking. She said the pay wasn't great at the moment, but she was sure it would improve as soon as she paid her dues.

I still didn't have a job. It'd been two months since I graduated and my savings were running very thin. I could barely afford a pack of spaghetti. I just couldn't find a job I actually liked or saw myself committing to. I'd studied equity studies, politics, and law in university. I'd actually planned on going to graduate school and becoming a lawyer but my student debts were starting to add up and my fear of being in debt for the rest of my life kept me from pursuing law school. So, I graduated and planned on saving some money and paying off my debts and then maybe going back to school. The only problem was that it was difficult to find any kind of job in this economy, let alone a job I actually liked and paid well.

Effy wordlessly went into her room and shut the door, and I went into my own room and shut the door. I briefly looked in my mirror and noticed the beginnings of a small hickey on my neck. I rolled my eyes, reminded of that meaningless shag with that nameless woman. That was why I hated when people gave me hickeys – I didn't want to be reminded of my time with you if I couldn't even remember your name.

I grabbed my laptop and opened up a recent job search page. Earlier on that day, I'd found an online ad for a job that I was quite interested in, though I had no experience that the job required. It was a PA job, working for some big-shot at Amnesty International. It may be an easy way to get my foot in the door, so to speak, since Amnesty International would be a great place to work and I'd be able to actually apply the things I'd studied in school. I decided to take a risk and apply for the job, submitting my resume. I could be a PA. Be someone's bitch, pick up their dry cleaning, pick up their lunch, schedule their meetings and trips. I could do that... I think.

"Fuck it," I mumbled as I clicked send.

The worst that could happen was they said no and I kept looking for a job. I took risks in every other aspect of my life, so I might as well start taking risks with my career choices.

My hands moved across her stomach, pulling her closer into me. Her back was pressed up against my chest. I pushed my leg between hers, earning a low moan for my efforts, as my hands moved slowly up her stomach and traced over her ribs. I could feel each of her erratic breaths as she pushed her ass into me and ground against me to match the beat of the music blasting throughout the club. I was just drunk enough to feel completely numb, but still control my movements enough to dance. I pushed the girl's dark brown hair over her shoulder so I could lean into her and kiss her neck. She smelled fucking amazing. And from this angle, I got a better view of her tits.

But I couldn't help but feel slightly distracted, as though someone was watching me. My eyes slipped away from the girl's cleavage as I scanned the crowd, not sure who I was looking for until I saw her.

The redhead.

Tonight, she was alone. She was dancing slowly in the midst of the crowd and watching me with a smirk on her face. She winked at me again and curled her finger at me, beckoning me towards her. I wasn't the only one watching her. A few men around her were watching her carefully, some even trying to dance with her. She'd give them a single look and they'd fuck off. I'd completely forgotten about the all too willing brunette I was still dancing with. I abandoned her just as my hand was half-way to her tits, and found myself walking towards the redheaded siren. Her smirk widened when she saw that I'd abandoned my conquest and had chosen to be with her instead.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked once I reached her. She bit her lip, gave a quick glance around the club, and nodded. I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the bar, not prepared to lose her in the crowd now that I'd finally found her again. She was just too hot to lose.

"Stella for me, mate, and for the lady...?" I trailed off, gesturing to Emily. She ordered a Stella for herself as well. The bartender passed us the bottles of beer and we leaned against the bar, neither of us seeming too eager to return to the dance floor right now.

"I'm Emily," the redhead said. "And you are?"

"Naomi," I replied.

"Do you do this often, Naomi? Hook up with random girls in clubs and bars?"

I shrugged. "Occasionally."

"Good enough for me," Emily mumbled and quickly drank the rest of her beer, putting the empty bottle back on the bar. She looked to me expectantly.

"Drink up, then."

I did as she said and finished my beer before she dragged me back out to the dance floor. From that moment onward, we didn't say a single word. Maybe it was because the way Emily was grinding her ass against me was slightly distracting. Maybe it was because the way she pulled me into her and pressed us even closer together was turning me on so much that I was no longer capable of forming words. She turned around and faced me as we danced together, dancing so closely our chests and hips were touching almost constantly. She looked up at me with her dark brown eyes that seemed even darker than they had a moment ago, her pupils dilated so fully you could barely see any brown in her eyes at all anymore. Her hands tangled in my shoulder-length, peroxide blonde hair as she pulled my head down closer to hers. Her lips ghosted across my cheek and rested gently against my ear.

"I want you to fuck me tonight, Naomi," she whispered, her lips moving against the skin of my earlobe. "I want to be very clear about that."

For the first time in quite a long time, I felt something significantly more than mere attraction to someone, something more than just wanting a quick shag, just a quick release. I felt turned on. It was rare that anybody could really make me feel turned on, rare that I even got wet while I was shagging someone, but I already felt dampness between my legs just from dancing with her. With all the other girls it'd all been the same, but something about Emily was mysterious and different and I wanted all of her. I'd even remembered this girl's name for fuck's sake,which was rare in itself, and she had bothered to remember mine. Emily. I planned on screaming that name later, and making her scream mine.

My knees almost gave out from underneath me at Emily's husked whisper, and my heart started beating at least double its normal speed. My mouth became dry and my stomach filled with anxiety and butterflies as I pulled slightly back to gain access to Emily's lips. Why was I nervous? I did this sort of thing all the time! I knew I was good, and I had no doubt that Emily would be too. And yet, I felt nervous. My lips moved tentatively against hers, so tentatively that they were barely touching because I knew from the moment I kissed her, that was it. From the moment I kissed her, I wouldn't be able to stop until I was fucking her. And if kissing her would make me feel like I never wanted to stop, then fucking her would be even worse. Fear and nerves bubbled up inside me as I felt Emily's mouth open slightly. I felt her tongue trace against my lips, though my body acted of its own accord when my own lips opened further and allowed her into my mouth. Her tongue moved languidly against mine, relaxed and easy whereas I felt tense and nervous, though I was hoping it wouldn't show in my kiss. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her ever closer towards me as our bodies and mouths moved together on the dance floor. I knew there was no going back from this point. There was no way I could back off and not fuck her tonight. Emily's kiss slowly shifted from easy and relaxed to frantic and I knew it wouldn't be long till we had to relocate. I didn't want to fuck Emily in the toilets. I wanted to fuck her in a bed, good and proper. For some odd reason, Emily was bringing out the gentlemanly side in me. Emily's hands untangled themselves from my hair and moved down my back, her hands slipping under and into my shirt. Her fingers splayed against my skin and moved slowly forward until they were on my ribs, and then slowly moved towards my breasts. Her hand cupped my breast and groped at me while her thumb flicked against my nipple through the thin, sheer material of my bra. I moaned into her kiss, and her lips abandoned mine and moved instead to my neck and collarbone.

"Let's go back to mine," she whispered against my skin. "It's not far."

I nodded my reply as Emily grabbed my hand and moved us off the dance floor and out of the club. My flat wasn't far either, but I didn't want to fuck Emily at my place. My almost-empty flat that I shared with my slightly odd best friend was not the most ideal place for me to fuck Emily. I didn't want her to see that side of me. The less she knew about me, the better. Her hand never abandoned mine on the short journey to her flat, that was actually only a two minute walk away from my own flat.

As soon as we got into the lift at her apartment building, Emily had me pressed up against the mirrored elevator wall. She grabbed my hands and lifted them over my head, pinning them above me as her lips pressed open-mouthed kisses to my neck, collarbone, shoulders, chest. I wasn't used to this – wasn't used to being topped. I was much more used to being a top, but I found it was a rather nice change to be a bottom. The elevator dinged and Emily's lips left my skin and I found myself being dragged to Emily's apartment. She fiddled with her keys, her hands shaky and unsure as she put the key in the lock. She didn't turn on any lights when we got in the apartment and as soon as her front door closed behind me, her lips were on mine. She wasted no time in deepening our kiss, her tongue moving into my mouth right away. I tried to stifle my moan, but it was no use. I moaned into our kiss like a horny teenager. Her fingers tugged through my hair, eliciting another moan as she moved us to her bedroom. We crashed into multiple things on the way, though Emily paid no notice. As soon as we got into her bedroom, I broke apart our kiss and placed my hand in the centre of her stomach. I smiled at her, feeling momentarily confident as I pushed her backwards until her knees hit the mattress. I pushed her onto the bed. I took off my shoes and socks before joining her. I kissed her thoroughly, dominating our movements for the first time since I'd met Emily. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head, this time pinning her to the bed. She moaned as I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone. I went to kiss and suck at her neck, hoping to mark her, but Emily interrupted my movements.

"No," she whispered breathlessly. "No hickeys. No marks."

I thought the request was a bit odd but I did as she asked and didn't mark her. I moved us so we were sitting up. I was sat on her lap, trying desperately not to rock against her, to create some friction to relieve the throbbing between my legs. I swiftly took off Emily's shirt as she did the same to me and removed my bra. I ground against her once, making Emily moan as I pushed her back down against the bed. My hands deftly unhooked her bra and moved the straps off her shoulders, throwing her bra somewhere in the room. My lips abandoned hers and moved down to her breasts, licking and sucking at the hard nipples I found waiting for my touch. Emily was moaning and writhing underneath me, seeking some kind of friction. Her frantic movements spurred me on as my lips abandoned her breasts and moved farther down her stomach. Her skin was forming goosebumps underneath my lips, my ragged breathing against her quivering stomach. My hands began to work on the zipper of her jeans. Things were becoming intense and rushed, and I felt I had no time to waste, so I took her jeans and panties off at the same time before quickly removing my own. I was dying to feel my naked skin against Emily's naked skin, to feel my breasts against hers, to match my own ragged breaths with hers as she came under me.

I moved back up Emily's body, our lips reconnecting and tongues moving against each other. Our kiss was breathy and messy, both of us worked up to a point of no return. Emily's hands grabbed at my ass, pushing my hips down to meet hers, to give some kind of contact, some kind of friction to both of us. My hands grabbed and squeezed at her breasts before moving downwards, tracing up the inside of her damp thigh before burying my fingers in her wet folds. She was so wet my fingers were slipping against her sloppily. I buried my face into her neck and moaned when I remembered that she was that wet for me, that I'd made her that wet. Emily moaned into our kiss as my fingers sought out her clit, our lips momentarily breaking apart as Emily gasped and moaned. I was torturing her, moving my fingers up and down against her, grazing over her clit slightly and quickly before moving away a moment later, working her up but never giving her exactly what she wanted.

"Fuck, Naoms," Emily husked, pulling her lips away from mine. I opened my eyes to find her already staring at me, her gaze dark and lustful.

"What exactly do you want, Em?"

"Fucking...fuck me, Naomi. Fuck me!"

I smirked and pushed my fingers into her at the same time that my thumb began to move in small circles around her clit. Emily grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled me down to kiss her again, though it was barely even kissing considering Emily couldn't stop moaning long enough for me to kiss her properly. I curled my fingers inside her, trying to find that one spot that makes every girl -

"FUCK ME! NAOMI!"

Sounds like I've found the spot. I remember that for later as my thumb starts to move in more frantic, tighter, smaller circles around her clit and my fingers move into her faster and the way they curl becomes even more pronounced. Emily's hands move down from my hair to dig her nails into my back and shoulder, scratching against my skin as her walls started to clamp down around my fingers. The noise that comes out of me as Emily scratches against me is a cross between a moan and a cry of pain, but fuck, I like it, this animalistic side Emily brings out in me. Emily definitely wasn't a quiet one, judging by the scream she let out when she came a few moments later.

I barely gave her a chance to come down before I moved down, briefly kissing her nipples on my way. I grabbed her legs and boldly spread them apart, taking a quick moment to appreciate the absolute perfection I was faced with, before placing my tongue flat against her clit and sucking and flicking and gently biting at her for all I was worth. Her hips bucked against me, despite my futile attempts to hold them down. Emily's hands were in my hair, sometimes pushing me away because it was all too much for Emily, sometimes pulling me closer. Sometimes her hands would abandon my hair and grab futilely at the sheets. Sometimes Emily would push herself up so she could watch what I was doing to her, though she never managed to stay that way for long. It wasn't long before Emily started coming and screaming my name again, futilely trying to stifle her screams and moans by burying her face in her hands.

I decided to let Emily properly recover this time. I moved back up her body and laid down beside her, noticing that her breathing was ragged and her body was coated in a slight sheen of sweat. I wasn't much better off, so much so that I didn't notice that my thighs were rubbing together, trying to give myself something to give release. Watching Emily come undone like that had done a thing or two for me and I felt so turned on that I knew it wouldn't take much to make me come, judging by the throbbing between my legs and the wetness that had spread onto my inner thighs.

A few moments later, Emily rolled on top of me, her breasts pressed against mine, making me moan right away. She kissed me roughly, her tongue dominating mine in the same way her body was dominating mine. Her hands moved down my body, raising goosebumps in their wake. She wasted no time in moving her fingers against me. We both moaned into our kiss at that point.

"You're so fucking wet," she whispered against my lips. I moaned again as she buried her fingers inside me. She moved her leg between my legs and used the power of her hips and legs to push her fingers into me harder and faster, but that also left her grinding against my leg. She moved her thumb against my clit, pressing into me and flicking against me. Her movements were becoming more and more frantic, her fingers slipping through my wetness more frequently, and her grinding against my leg becoming more forceful. Her breathing was ragged and I swear my heart was beating fast enough that I was sure Emily could hear it. It wasn't long before we were both coming. What with watching Emily bring herself to orgasm on top of me and feeling her fingers fucking me and moving against my clit, I was a goner. I was much quieter than Emily, though I'm pretty sure I did end up calling out her name quite a few times as I came.

Emily rolled off me, our limbs still tangled together. She reached down and pulled the sheets over us. The room smelled of sweat and sex and Emily's shampoo but the pillow I was laying on smelled of someone else and it made me feel as though I didn't belong. Whatever had just happened between Emily and I was strange for me – I rarely let anyone touch me or get me off. That was usually something I took care of myself, but fucking Emily was like some kind of drug. I'd just come and I already wanted more of her. Wanted to taste her again. Wanted her to taste me, wanted to feel her lips around my clit.

Fuck.

"You staying the night?" She asked me sleepily. I looked over at the clock on her nightstand and knew that Effy would be worried about me if I didn't show up at home. Also knew that if I stayed the night, I'd fuck her again and I never fuck the same person twice.

"I better not actually," I replied, reluctantly getting out of bed. Emily turned on the lamp, which made it a bit easier to find all my clothes that were scattered throughout her bedroom.

I pulled my shirt back on and zipped up my jeans, facing away from the bed, though I could feel Emily's eyes on me regardless. I looked up and noticed a picture of Emily and the dark-skinned brunette that was at the club with Emily the other night. They looked like a couple. I frowned.

"Who's that?" I asked. Emily sat up further in bed, holding the sheets against her chest as she squinted at the picture I was pointing to. I don't know what her sudden modesty was for. I'd seen her breasts already. They were fucking perfection. In fact, I'd like to have another look. But then I remembered my rule – no fucking the same person twice.

"Oh. My girlfriend, Mandy. Well, I'm not sure if we're together anymore. We're on a break. Whatever the fuck that means."

I was reluctant to stick around and hear about their relationship problems, and also reluctant to stick around and hope that Emily would drop the sheet and I'd get another look at her fucking fantasic tits, so I grabbed my shoes and socks and smiled at Emily.

"I'll let myself out," I said quietly. "See you around, Emily."

"Yeah. See you, Naomi."

And with that, I left Emily's apartment, noticing that we had in fact broken quite a few things earlier on. I walked the two minute walk back to my own flat. I let myself in, not expecting to run into Effy at two in the morning. But there she was, sitting on the counter in the kitchen, smiling at me when I walked in. She blatantly looked me up and down, probably able to tell that I'd just been thoroughly fucked. She smirked at me again and winked.

"You had a call earlier tonight," She said after she'd finished taking in my appearance. I didn't see what could possibly be so exciting about a call that would warrant Effy waiting up for me till 2 in the morning just to tell me about it.

"Well who was it?" I asked. Effy hopped off the counter and handed me a sticky note with a number written on it.

"Some Miss Fitch from Amnesty International, calling to set up an interview," Effy smirked. "Amnesty International, eh, Naomi?"

I smiled at Effy, a genuine smile this time. I shrugged, though I knew Effy could tell just how excited I was. Amnesty International wanted me! Even if it was only as a PA, they still wanted me! That was pretty fucking exciting.

"Yeah. Amnesty International, Eff."

Effy just smirked at me before sauntering off into her bedroom.

Well, Miss Fitch, I thought to myself as I wandered off into my own bedroom, you should be prepared for the most impressive fucking interview you will ever conduct.

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