Chapter 1: The Savior
The sounds of my cries for help were useless as I was dragged to the door. My name is Lauren Chambers, and I am the definition of screwed right now. Rewind three days and you'll find out why.
I was taking a trip to Paris, enjoying my time here, getting souvenirs and all that, but after a while, I had no clue where I was. I saw man up against a wall, and decided to ask him for directions. He said follow me and I'll take you back to your hotel, and I followed him. He led me through an alley saying it was a shortcut, but I got jumped by some thugs and knocked out.
I woke up with a bruised eye and a pair of handcuffs on my wrists, attached to a pipe on the wall. Obviously I screamed and struggled, both of which yielded nothing, but that didn't stop me. After a few minutes of pulling against the pipe, I actually pulled it out of its place. There was nothing in the room at all, other than the pipe that was in the wall, but now out of my handcuffs and in my hands. I opened the door, but it was locked. Now I not just going to sit and wait for death or whatever horrible fate I had in store, I was going to show them what it's like to deal with a Kansas girl. I began to bash the handle with the pipe, and it broke off, allowing me to exit the room. I opened the door, only to be grabbed by a pair of hands and slammed against the wall. I was rendered unconscious as he stabbed me with a needle and injected it.
The next time I woke up, I was in a room, on a chair, and with two men beside me with rifles. In front of me was a man behind a desk.
"Well, I see you're a fighter, that or you really want to get to your new job here." He said.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" I said as I grew more and more nervous.
"Why, you are at Club De Strip young lady, and you get to be our new servant." He said calmly. Now I didn't know much french, but it was fairly obvious what those words meant. Strip Club. Panic filled my voice and mind as I realized the card I've been dealt.
"What?! Please, I don't want to do this! I'm not even from here!" I pleaded.
"Why do you think we kidnapped you? Tourists are always so naive. But I'll tell you what, I'll give you two days before you start your work here, okay?"
"Oh God, what have I gotten into?" I silently asked no one. After the conversation, I was taken to where I would sleep. I just slept, ate, and thought about everything. How I would escape, what I would do if I didn't. After my two days, a 'client,' I guess you call him, wanted me for an hour. Apparently, I was paid a very hefty amount for being a virgin. I was escorted to my room, crying as I struggled against my escorts, and we were now back at the beginning. One of the men opened a door, and the other tossed me inside, quickly closing the door behind me. I got up and saw a man against the wall in the room as I just wept. He grabbed me and started to force me to the bed across the room. I struggled and struggled but to no avail. I was already naked, but as the man forced me to the bed, he put his weight on me and undressed himself as well. He took off his pants and underwear and shoved his dick in my face.
"Suck it!" The man said. I kept my mouth closed as I still struggled, but he just pried my mouth open instead. When he shoved his dick in my mouth, I gagged and did everything that I could to make him stop. Then it all happened in what felt like seconds. I did something that I knew would cause him agony. I bit down... really hard. He went from giving moans of pleasure to screams of agony in two seconds flat. He tried to pry my mouth open again, but I tried to hold his hands away and shove him away, while still having his dick in my mouth. He fell to the ground, but I was still biting when he fell causing it to rip off of him. I spat out his dick, got up, and kicked him in the mouth.
"Motherfucker! You deserve this and more!" I screamed as I stomped his head in. I stopped after a few seconds, and he was still breathing, but barely moving. While I was doing this, guards were unlocking the door and restraining me. Minutes later, the man I talked to earlier came in, with a pair of pliers. Some other men came in and hauled the dick-less man out of the room.
"What the fuck have you done!" The owner of this place said, or that's what I assumed. "Now we have to punish you, and I know just how we're going to do that." He punched me in the gut and grabbed my mouth as I groaned in pain. He stuck the pliers in my mouth and grabbed a tooth with them. I screamed in agony as I felt him wiggle and pull the tooth out, slowly. After a while, it came out, along with a lot of blood. He dropped the tooth, and was about to do it again, when gunfire echoed throughout the building. He stopped his torture as I just cried, and walked to the door, saying something, but I didn't listen. I fell down as I was dropped by the guards, and crawled up to a wall. Everyone left the room, and the door was likely locked now. I was scared to death, and screwed on so many levels it was not even real. Then I decided, I'm not living a life filled with rape, that was fate I would never let happen. I got up, grabbed a vase that was on a table, and smashed it. I grabbed a shard, and looked at my wrist. This was it, I felt unsure about what I was doing, but I knew that it was this or suffer without a break. I winced in pain as my wrist began to bleed crimson red. Then my other wrist felt the same. I tossed away the shard and collapsed against the wall and waited for sweet death to come and take me away. I hope if there is a God, which I'm doubting on now, that I won't go to Hell. Then the door burst open, and the man who ripped out my tooth was covered in cuts and bruises. He closed the door behind him and grabbed the pliers again. "Oh, well, can't really fix those wrists right now, but I'll make sure you'll still suffer in your last moments." He said while coming closer. Right when he got down in front of me, I weakly crawled in a corner and hid my face from him. He said nothing as he got back up. I heard the sound of his pants coming undone, but I felt so afraid that I just couldn't do anything but whimper and cry. Then I felt something enter my backside. He was moaning as I just screamed and cried and whimpered, feeling completely helpless. Then, I heard the door collapse to the ground, and a hiss of some sort. I heard him scream in pain and stop moving, then he fell the ground behind me. I didn't look away from the corner, still in shock of everything going on.
"Oh you poor thing." I heard a female voice say in my head. This snapped me out of my trance, and I weakly turned, feeling darkness taking me away as I did so, and saw some black, eyeless, alien-like creature. I would've screamed, but I was so weak that I just laid there in shock. It picked me up and placed me on the bed softly, being careful with me. I just closed my eyes and cried, hoping for sleep to take me away from the pain. I ended up falling asleep, but not before I felt something like lotion being rubbed on my wrists and my mouth being opened for some reason. I was out before I found out.
