Full summary: Yasille was happy once. Caught up in the delirious joy and innocence of childhood, she forgets about the darkness of the world. Darkness that she had once witnessed. Now, trapped in figurative and literal chains between Heaven and Hell, there is no escape from her bad decisions. Or is there?
Warnings: This story contains implied rape, underage everything, kidnapping, pedophiles, violence, swearing, torture, mind-breaking, and pokephilia. This story is seriously dark.
Prologue: The Good Girl
"You're a good girl… aren't you?"
Wide grey eyes stared up from behind dark hair, a thin blue-clad arm tightened around a tattered teddiursa doll. The young girl gripped the edge of her dirtied blue nightgown with unconcealed fear, the figure in front of her reflected in her steel colored eyes.
The mans lips pulled back over his clean white teeth, in what the girl guessed was supposed to be a smile, as he slowly kneeled down in front of her. Her eyes scanned him over, taking in his all black attire, taking in the black shirt that hung from his pants pocket. The shirt had bits of red coloring on it, she noticed. That's what she did when she was nervous. She noticed things.
He was doing the same, she also noticed. He was subtly scanning over her young body, paying special attention to her small bits of exposed tan skin. He seemed to smile wider as he said, "Good girls listen to adults. Did you know that? I bet you did, since you're such a good girl."
"R-really?" The girl stuttered. She was scared, she was confused. She didn't know how she got there, in that alleyway, when she was just in bed, curled up with her Poochy.
The man leaned in. "Really," he confirmed. He reached out with his gloved hand. "Come with me? I have something I really wanna show you~."
The girl said nothing, did nothing but stare at the ground. The mans smile dropped slightly. "Say, what's your name?" He inquired.
"Yasille," the girl responded automatically. She wanted to kick herself when his smile widened.
"Such a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl, right?" He said, reaching his hand out again. This time, he actually touched her shoulder. She tensed.
"C'mon, Yasille. Come with me, please? I'm really excited to show you something," he said lightly, as if that would make his offer more alluring. Yasille glanced over her shoulder, seeing nothing but a dirty brick wall. How did she get here again? She looked backs at the man. His other hand was held out for her again, the first one still on her shoulder.
"Whaddya say, good girl?" He said with that infuriatingly white grin of his. Yasille closed her eyes and inhaled. Maybe he would be able to take her to somewhere familiar, somewhere where she could run up to a police officer and get help. Maybe he himself would help her willingly.
She reached out a hand. His grin turned into something darker.
"Good girl."
