Bonjour, my fellow Fanfiction lovers. I'm here with a new story, and I hope you like it.
You know that story of the girl ,who was practically a prostitute for like four months, and was saved by a boy and her parents, well that's not the situation right now.
I've been locked up in this cage for five years, beaten if I don't do what they want, raped practically every other night. We have chambers, and we're locked in them all day and all night. Constantly I cried and prayed for an escape, one day it came, but it wasn't the right time, and all that came was me being ignorant, and betrayal...
The first day was a complete nightmare. It was my eleventh birthday, my foster parents were still mourning over my dead foster brother. Through their rage and tears, they kicked me out. I was alone and sad, and going through puberty, I was easy prey.
I walked through the woods onto an open road, half a mile til town.
A car slowed down next to me.
"Hey, you shouldn't be out here alone, how about I take you to the police station so you can call your parents."
I shook my head. " Come on, I won't hurt you."
I shook my head once again, I began running towards the town, and he began running behind me. He held a cloth over my mouth, my mouth tasted like almonds. I began to black out, he carried me to his car, and dropped me in the back seat.
When I awakened, I was on a boat, hands tied behind my back.
They shoved me into a room, with a guy. He had the look of pity in his eyes, but I should've known..
When nightfall came around, he shook me awake.
"Hey. Wake up! I'm getting you out of here."
He cut off the ropes around my hand, and I rubbed my rope burned wrists.
He grabbed my hand, and we raced out.
He pushed me into a van, and the driver quickly drove off.
He locked the door.
"You don't have to run from them, you have to run from me."
I tried to jump out the van, but he grabbed me, and tore off my shorts, and tugged at my bra. Yes I had a full bra, let's just say I was early bloomer.
He tore off the bra, and grabbed me, I winced. "Someone's still growing." he whispered.
He covered my mouth, as he pushed into me.
"Gosh, you're so tight." I tried to kick him away.
"Stop struggling!"
Once he finished, he smiled, and gave me forced kiss.
"You're mine now." My vision blurred with my tears and anger.
He grabbed something, and pressed it against my rib cage...
He did get me out of that specific place, but its merely another place in this hell hole.
"Lunch." he said.
he dropped down a sandwich in a saran wrap.
"You're not going to say thank you?"
I just stared up at him.
"What's wrong?" a voice said.
"She won't speak."
"I know what'll make her talk." The other man said, cracking his knuckles.
"No. Hand me the syringe."
I tensed.
"I know what you hate, and I LOVE that you hate it."
He grabbed my arm, and pointed the syringe at my vein.
I leaned in close, merely inches between us. "Go ahead do it. What's stopping you?"
He hesitated. He put the syringe away, and got up, and backed away.
"Be ready for our appointment." He turned on his heels, and walked out the room, along with the other man.
Oh, I'll be ready..
I left the sandwich behind, and went over to my bed, and pushed the top mattress off to reveal a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and jeans and two pistols.
I tore off the dress they made me wear, and put on the clothes I put together.
I slipped on the black sneakers, and heard footsteps approaching. I hid behind the door, it swung open, and I heard Chris curse under his breath.
I slammed the door closed, and Chris turned around. I pointed the gun at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving. Mind if I take a few friends with me?"
"Actually I do." he replied.
This is what happens when you let me watch Law & Order : SVU.
"Too bad. You're my bitch now."
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