Life was never so hard for Diana. She was royalty. Her clothes were laid before her in the morning. Her food consisted of fresh eggs and toasted bread in the morning, chilled soup at noon, and ham steak for dinner. She was pampered like a princess should be. She was also blind to the suffering that surrounded her.
Just past the castle walls and through the streets to Bowerstone Industrial were children starving. The smallest of boys had to work in the factories to make just enough to feed them for one meal a day. They risked loosing limbs for a chance for food. And the girls would work the corners, hoping that someone with enough money would proposition them. Then there were the children who refused to risk their lives or selling themselves. They were the beggars and thieves. Just like Lucy and Nick.
They were siblings, Lucy and Nick. Nick being just a year older than his little sister. He felt the need to protect his sister though. He wanted to shelter her as much as possible. He begged on the streets in the market place. And when that didn't work, he would pick pocket the people who would ignore his pleas. He always made enough to put some food in both of their stomachs.
"Nick, I can help you," pleaded Lucy to her brother.
She felt useless just staying in their shack all day while Nick went out to make money for food.
"No," he answered bluntly. "You need to watch the shack to make sure no one comes and ruins it. Especially those assholes, the Hobbe-Shankers."
Their shack was in a dead end alley. It looked decent, for a shack that is. It provided shelter for the siblings.
The Hobbe-Shankers though were a street gang comprised of wannabe thugs. The leader, Eric, had a grudge against Nick. For what reason, Lucy didn't know nor did she want to. She wanted to stay out of her brother's conflicts. Yet sadly, Lucy knew that if the shack was left alone, the Hobbe-Shankers would destroy it. Even if it wasn't just Nick's shelter.
"Fine," she agreed grudgingly.
Nick nodded and left. Lucy just sat down under the wooden board roof and sighed.
"So boring," she complained to herself.
She flopped down onto her back. The dirt ground underneath moved with the forced air around her.
"Stupid dirt," she said.
She closed her eyes. She began to do what she did every day. Imagine to be anywhere else but there. Today she began to imagine her favorite place, the castle. She used to be able to go into the gardens where the nobles were when she was younger with her parents. Though they weren't exactly high status, they were still welcomed to enter the gardens. She remembered the smell of the roses. She loved the roses the most. Mainly their colour. The roses were a mixture of brilliant red, dazzilling pinks, and pure whites. They were the most breath taking things she had ever layed eyes on.
She smiled at the memory in her head.
"Someone's happy."
Lucy's eyes flashed opened has she bolted up from the ground. She became terrified of who she saw standing in front of her.
It was Eric and the rest of the Hobbe-Shankers. There had to be at least 12 other boys behind Eric, boys who were ten times bigger than Lucy could have dreamed of.
"You're Nick's little sister, right?" asked Eric, he said as his coal black eyes eyed Lucy.
Lucy froze. She couldn't take on all those guys. If they truly wanted, they could tear down their shack and harm Lucy without breaking a sweat.
Eric began to walk towards Lucy. Lucy in response backed up with every step Eric took.
"Don't be frightened," he said with a lying smirk on his face.
Lucy knew she had every right to be scared as much as she was. Nick, even being only 16, and the rest of the Hobbe-Shankers have been known for their violence, and raping.
She continued to back up, but soon was forced to stop. The wall blocking of the rest of the alley was pressing up against her back. She had no where to run now and Eric knew that.
"Now boys!" Eric commanded while rushing Lucy.
He grabbed her by her wrists, pulling her out from under the shelter. Two other boys helped him. The others began to destory the shelter.
"No!" screamed Lucy, both for her shelter and for herself.
By then Eric had wrapped his arms around Lucy from behind her. She was crying now.
"Shhh, no need to cry. We'll take nice care of you, you precious little thing," he chuckled.
The tears weren't going to stop. His hand began to slide up the bottom of her shirt.
"Stop!" cried Lucy. She tried to kick Eric.
Another boy grabbed her legs and began kiss them.
"No!"
She had heard about the girls who were rapped by these boys. They were mentally destoryed after it, so much that no man would ever touch them again. And she was next.
"If you behave, we might keep you," Eric whispered in Lucy's ear. "Wouldn't your brother hate for that to happen."
His laugh made Lucy's bones cold. He was evil. Just plain evil.
Another boy joined in and began to undo Lucy's shirt.
"Stop it!" she cried out.
But soon her cries were muffled by the boy's lips touching her's. It was her first kiss. She didn't like it.
Tears became more rampant. Streaming like waterfalls. Her face was probably red and blotchy by now, she figured. But who cared? Not her, that's for certain. She didn't want this to happen.
Her day was suppose to be like it was every other day for the past 9 years. Just her sitting around all day, daydreaming about her past. Than Nick would come home with some food and they would talk about Nick's day as they at. Afterwards, Lucy would tell one of her stories to Nick to make him smile. After all that, they would finally sleep.
Why couldn't this day be like all the rest, thought Lucy. Why now would Eric come and ruin it all?
"Eric!"
Lucy tried to look at who was shouting, but her eyes were way to teary. Whoever it was made Eric and the other boys stop.
"Let my sister go!" the voice demanded.
It was Nick. Lucy was so happy for Nick to have come home.
"Look who came home early," sneered Eric. "Boys."
Suddenly the rest of the gang jumped Nick. Lucy could barely make out what was going on from behind her tears. She could faintly see a figure, who she made out to be Nick, fighting off multiple other figures. She tried to struggle to get free so to help her brother, but Eric was still holding her from behind.
"Don't struggle, Pussycat. Don't want you to get injured and ruin this body of yours," he whispered in her ear.
Eric began to kiss her neck while his hands slid around her torso. She realized that one boy had succeeded in get her shirt unbuttoned before her brother arrived. Now her entire chest was exposed.
"Stop it!" she said, struggling.
Suddenly, a shock of pain surged through Lucy's neck. She cried out in pain. Eric had bit her neck.
"I told you to stop struggling, Pussycat," Eric whispered. "Now, if you don't stop struggling, I'll have to take more appropriate measures."
Lucy's neck throbbed, but she continued to struggle at the sight of her brother fighting off 12 muscular boys.
"Very well," Eric said.
He threw Lucy onto the ground, tearing her shirt completely off in the process.
"Wha-" Lucy began to say until Eric dropped himself onto her body.
He pinned both her wrists above her head with one off his hands. The other hand he used to slide up her skirt.
"I told you I would take more appropriate measures if you continued to struggle," he said smiling an evil grin.
Lucy struggled even more.
"Oh, you can continue struggling now," he added. "It turns me on to she you struggle with no top."
Lucy shrieked. Her chest jiggled ever time she tried to struggle. She dare not move in case it might turn him on.
His hand reached her womanhood. She gasped as he slid a finger in.
"I see you like that," his grin widened. "Than you're going to love this."
He slid his finger out and pushed up her skirt, exposing every part off her. He slid down his pants. And as he began to kiss her neck, he also began to fuck her.
"Ahhh!" gasped Lucy.
"See your body loves it," Eric said and then started lick her chest.
She didn't want her body to and she begged for her body to stop. But with ever thrust, he body screamed for more and became more and more wet.
"Lucy!" cried out Nick.
Nick tried hard to get rid of every guy standing between him and his sister. But he couldn't beat them. He fell to the ground in agony. And as he received kicks from the gang, he witness his sister get raped by his enemy. And he could do nothing to stop it.
"I'm sorry," he said with his final breath before he blacked out.