Hey guys!
I finally have the second chapter for you, sorry for the delay!
Thanks to my beta Too much Chocolate for correcting my mistakes.
Warning: There will be rape in this chapter, just so you're warned.
Chapter 2
My heartbeat was so fast and loud that I could hear every single beat. Toc-toc, toc-toc, toc-toc. Danger, danger, danger! The words echoed through my head.
Before I could think twice about it, I had pushed off the wall, slipped under the arm of one of the men and ran. My dress didn't leave much freedom to move and I wasn't used to running. Still, the last thing I would do was remain back there, where they would do all sorts of terrible things to me, and not even try to escape.
I ran as fast as I could, but suddenly collided with a hard wall and was thrown back. Upon impact with the ground every inch of air was pressed out of my lungs and a hot pain sliced through my tailbone. My hands were burning because I had tried to soften my fall and grazed them in the process.
"Careful, little beauty."
I blinked a few times and saw the man who had first addressed me and who now turned out to be the wall I had run into. That was impossible! I hadn't even seen him passing me. No one could be that fast!
"We made a fair deal with your uncle. Besides, he got a decent amount of money in exchange for you. So be a good girl now."
He bent down and I suddenly was on my feet again, shaking and held in a vice-like grip.
My uncle had . . . no! Maybe he wasn't the best family member one could imagine, but he would never sell me like this . . . would he?
"He wouldn't do that! You're lying," I wanted to scream into the man's face, but my voice came out in a croak.
"He most certainly is not," another voice, coming from the darkness, denied.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" asked the man holding me and I flinched at his growl.
He gripped one of my hands and held it up. A few drops of blood ran down my wrist and I shuddered as I noticed how he was staring at them with fascination. Something was very, very wrong.
I couldn't have imagined what happened next, not even in my worst dreams. Suddenly, the two other men were back and the three of them now built a narrow circle around me that seemed impossible to escape. My legs gave way and the only thing keeping me in an upright position was the man's grip.
He lifted my arm to his mouth and slowly licked the blood drops from my skin. A gleam which bordered on lunatic filled his eyes and I gave out a scream as his hand gripped even harder around my wrist. Immediately, a piece of cloth was pushed into my mouth and my nostrils desperately flared in order to get enough air.
"Just as good as she smells," breathed the man who had tasted my blood. His nose shifted over my ice-cold skin. "It's actually even better."
I had known something like this could happen, I had known all these years. Nothing had ever happened though. And now, I was trapped. However, I had always thought that such men would want something else other than my blood.
"The master won't resent us having a little taste," said one of the other men and I felt another hand touching my skin, this one on the side of my neck.
I was so frightened that I couldn't even turn away or defend myself in any way. Tears rolled down my cheeks and only now I realized that I was crying. The sobs, however, were absorbed by the thick cloth in my mouth.
A third hand came to rest on my hip and pressed down too hard.
"Her body is quite a good one, too," the man belonging to the hand said and let his fingers trace upwards until they reached my ribcage.
The feeling made me gag. My body seemed to have turned to stone, the tears welling up in my eyes prevented me from seeing anything but blurred contours and I felt utterly helpless, alone and dirty.
"You can't deny us a little fun, darling," snarled one of them and by now, I couldn't even tell where the voice came from anymore, let alone whom it belonged to. It echoed through my head, it hurt and made everything so much worse.
And suddenly, there were hands everywhere. They were digging through the thin cloth of my dress and into my skin, into my flesh, pawing at me. A cry filled with despair found a way out of my mouth, past the cloth. It reverberated through the silent streets of New York, but no one answered.
"Shut your mouth!" someone snarled into my ear.
The thin cloth of my dress that had kept their dirty fingers at bay eventually tore. First, the dress dropped to the ground, then my girdle. I could feel them, on every inch of my skin. The cold took complete possession of me. I closed my eyes, weeping silently, and tried to withdraw into myself, tried to block out what was happening around me.
However, the cold hands on my naked skin, my waist, my breasts, my behind, and their loud and animalistic breathing prevented me from doing so. The disgusting fingers discovered every inch of my body and I could feel them coming closer and closer. My arms were pressed flat to my sides, so that I was completely at their mercy. They didn't seem to feel any mercy, though.
"One doesn't get to see such a magnificent specimen every day. I will have her first, you can have her afterwards."
I could practically feel his greedy eyes raking over my body, followed by a pair of hands.
"That is if something is left for you," he laughed and pinched my breast with an animalistic growl.
My body was shaking with silent sobs and I shut my eyes even tighter. This couldn't be happening!
Something hard came down on my shoulder and I staggered backwards, lost my balance and fell onto the soiled ground; completely exposed to my aggressor. Sharp stones buried into my back and I wrapped my arms in front of my breasts, unable to do anything else. Only one second later, the man pressed them back down at my sides, almost dislocating them.
When feeling a heavy body coming down on me, I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to see those red eyes. The man rubbed himself against me and uttered a few revolting noises which produced a bitter taste in my mouth. My whole body was shaking.
His cold and hard lips lay at the side of my neck, and all of a sudden there was a sharp pain. Even though his heavy weight held me down, I tossed and turned underneath him, gasping for air. It was a burning pain, hot and bright, eating its way through my skin, infiltrating my bloodstream and spreading through my whole body. I was burning! Flames had seized my body!
I wanted to wail and cry, wanted to kick out and defend myself; but I couldn't. I lay stone-still and began to hope for a quick end. Then the pain slowly diminished and turned into a violent ache at my neck. Through the roaring in my ears, I could vaguely hear my own panting.
They would kill me. This small thought, having such an importance, suddenly sounded wonderful. I feared, however, that they wouldn't be so generous as to grant me a quick end.
Pressing my eyes together, I tried to concentrate on the ache at my neck and not on the rough hands gliding over my body, over and over again. They were degrading me, dishonoring me.
Then there was a violent pain between my legs and I felt something that didn't belong there. I screamed, spat the piece of cloth on the ground beside me and cried. Unstoppable tears ran over my cheeks. I gave up.
And then the weight on top of me, the pain down there and the burning ache at my neck suddenly disappeared. Immediately, I rolled up into a ball and tried to occupy as little space as possible.
A loud hissing noise, growling and snarling filled the air; but I didn't want to see, feel or hear anything. So I just stayed on the ground, trying to cover myself up. Unfortunately, my dress lay torn into pieces and stained with blood a few feet from where I was lying. I wouldn't be able to wear it anymore.
The noise lasted only a few seconds and then it got very quiet. All this time, I stayed still and kept my eyes closed. Unintelligible voices added up to the persisting roaring in my ears. Luckily, they didn't seem to belong to the three men. Was that a woman's voice or had I started hallucinating? A soft male voice began talking to me in a soothing tone, saying that everything was over now, that I needed to get out of the cold, that everything would be fine.
I wanted him to go away. I didn't believe him.
The woman said something too, but it was too quiet for me to understand. Something soft was draped over and around me, maybe a blanket. I still had my eyes closed. Then I felt myself being lifted into the air. Strong arms held me up as if I were a little child and this made me reopen my eyes abruptly.
In the beginning, my sight was a little blurred, but then I looked directly into the face of a young man. He was unbelievably beautiful and showed a confusing resemblance to the man that had assaulted me. I screamed.
"Shh, do not be afraid," he said in a melodic voice and I was confronted with a pair of blood-red eyes that bored into mine. Red. Panic spread rapidly inside me. He was one of them! My screams echoed through the empty streets, but no one seemed to care. The people in this area avoided getting involved.
"I won't harm you," the man continued in his soothing voice.
All of a sudden, he began to walk in a certain direction. What did he intend to do? Where was he taking me? I was still screaming like a lunatic.
"L-leave me alone!" I shouted with all my might and started to fight against him.
My hand hit his face, but he didn't stop me as I hit him again and again with not nearly enough force. I cried even louder as my hand began to hurt.
"Edward, let me take her." That was a woman's voice, clear as a bell. What kind of role did she play? Was she an accomplice? Did she get paid for this?
"Maybe that is the better solution." The man sighed and handed me over to the woman. I wasn't able to really focus on my surroundings yet, but she seemed far too small and petite to carry me. However, she didn't appear to have any trouble holding me. As she walked through the streets, I hardly felt her steps because she moved as light as a feather.
I had to admit that her little trick had worked out. As soon as the woman - or maybe she was still a girl - carried me, my fear went down drastically. She wouldn't hurt me.
I felt so miserable. And I was ashamed that she had to carry me as good as naked through the city. Even though the blanket covered the most important parts of my body, it was still a disgrace. My head hurt in a dreadful way and I felt faint. I had lost far too much blood.
The man and the girl were talking quietly while they walked, but I didn't even try to listen. The last thing I noticed was crossing a threshold and being carried into a bright hallway. Then everything became dark.
