WARNING: GORE, RAPE, AND OTHER SHIT SOME PEOPLE CAN'T HANDLE IS UP AHEAD—DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT! THIS IS A MATURE BOOK FOR A REASON PEEPS!
For those of you who don't understand the italics, they'll either be used for a flashback, thought, or just to emphasize some words. I hope that clears it up, I think you can use context clues to figure out whether its a flashback, thought, or if I'm just adding emphasis!
Please excuse any mistakes, i fixed the ones i found-sorry if you find any.
Let's begin...
Apprehension seeped into her cells, wrapped itself around each one of them—and squeezed them tight. The hairs on the back of her neck transformed into a deadly weapon, sharper than any knife. A frustration of some sort screamed at her brain, a pounding
awakening at each holler. A sense of trepidation wrapped its long fingers around her heart, the claws making a home inside her heart. Every time she would exhale, it'd come out as a whimper.
Perhaps it had to do with her dream.
The first few month she moved here dreamless nights were her normal, then it turned into weird random dreams—but now, last night, it was a nightmare.
One she didn't have in years.
Sniffing the air she grimaced, and decided it was time for her to shower. Sweat stained her arm pits and neck line. Moving her stiff legs form the small twin bed, in the even smaller room, she walks towards the door. Manny's apartment was small. It'd
only had one room, and a laundry room. When Lucy moved in they worked their way around things and she moved into the laundry room. Sure it wasn't the most comfortable space with its eight-by-ten size, but it was hers. A room that she could
do whatever she'd want with—a home.
After painting over the chipping white paint on the walls with a light blue, and getting pink curtains for the window that was behind the dryer—but now beside her bed, it grew to have a pretty glow. Manny bought her a pink carpet that felt like heaven
against her feet—and luckily it filled most of the room. She then found glow in the dark paint, and painted stars on the ceiling of her room—a touch of the thing she loved the most. It brought a sense of familiarity. Then she bought a lamp with her
third pay check, since the room had no light. A wardrobe wasn't needed, so she'd gotten a big bin to put her clothes.
Opening the door to get to the bathroom, Lucy isn't surprised to see Manny's door still closed seeing as how it was only four in the morning. The bathroom was probably the best place in the whole apartment—excluding her room of course. It had nice tiled
floor, a shower door that led to the bath tub/shower. A large mirror that was placed in front of the dark granite wall. The counter tops were white marble, with the smallest stains.
Lucy grabbed her towel from the towel rack, stripped of her clothes, and jumped into the shower. It felt like ice at first, a storm of icicles raining down her back—then it gradually transformed into a nice warm tone, with the right amount of pressure.
After scrubbing herself with a mix of vanilla and lavender body wash she washes her hair with strawberry shampoo, and honey conditioner.
When Lucy leaves the bathroom, she's surprised to see Manny's door wide open, but with no light creeping in. Then it happens. The sense of foreboding grips her heart tighter, as her eyes reflect the dark room just opposite of her. The hands that turned
white—due to gripping the towel so hard—started to shake. Her whole body then started to shake. Paranoia swept over her like a wave crashing against the rocks of a cliff.
She felt it.
She felt the storm that would brew.
She felt her freedom slowly slipping.
Hell no. With that thought in mind Lucy rushes to her room and quickly gets ready, then runs out of the apartment and towards her beloved bicycle. Away from that eerie feeling she'd gotten as she stared into the dark space that made Manny's room.
And away from whatever threatened her freedom. When she reached the diner, she was surprised to see a closed sign on the door. The diner was a twenty-four-hour one so, it was quite strange.
Lucy gets back on her bike and decides to do some grocery shopping. She needed some Captain Crunch, and he r fatass of a roommate the last bit of it the other day. Lucy grabs some ice cream, cereal, and a box of Capri Sun. She checked out, then she wrapped
the bags around the handlebars of her bicycle. The morning was cool, and the wind in her hair felt like heaven, it helped dull the pain in the back of her head.
By the time she reached her apartment, she forgot about the eerie feeling she'd had when she looked at Manny's room. Walking up to her apartment, and opening the door, she put the groceries down on the kitchen table. Lucy walked back to close the door
while whistling to a song she'd just heard.
Since it was around seven at the moment, Lucy decided to cook some pancakes for herself. Lucy was in the middle of making the third pancake when she heard the door open. "Hey Manny, I made myself some pancakes, but I can make—"
"I'm not Manny, Princess."
The spatula fell with a thud on the ground. Panic clawed at her chest. Lucy knew that voice. Lucy hated that voice. He was one of the men who made her life a living hell. He was the man who took her innocence. The man who she hated with a passion.
Jose—
Her body fell with a thud, as the bat hit her head with a bang.
What woke Lucy from her dreamless state wasn't the freezing metal binding her hands. Nor was it the dryness in her throat. It was the cold hand that slithered on her inner thighs. Lucy's eyes were wide and frantic, as she took in what was happening. In
that moment when Lucy locked eyes with brown lifeless ones, she figure three things out.
First, she was trapped in a cell with chains and shackles binding her to a wall.
Secondly, she was starving.
And finally, cold hands were touching her.
However, she was numb. She was numb to the tears her heart cried. She was numb to the pain of down below. She was numb to the euphoric grunt of pleasure that was being released by the man before her. She was just numb.
"Fuck you."
"No princess, I'm fucking you." With one last grunt Jose tore the soaking elastic off, and threw it across the room, lifting his boxers and pants up in the process.
With the same monotonous tone she'd used earlier she replied with "where's your lover? He's usually doing some weird ass thing. You pathetic fucks."
A stinging pain bloomed across her cheek, but she paid no mind to that—same with the red hand print printed on her cheek. She was numb. "You better watch what you say, you little cunt."
"Why the fuck would I? I'm actually surprised your deformed pea-sized brain, managed to locate me." She snarled, the bit of anger seeping in through her façade. "Probably had to suck off my shitty father, or probably—"
This time it was his fist, on her nose. Her head collided with the concrete causing a mind boggling pain to cloud her vision. She gets up, with shaky movements. Well, at least I know he'll never change. The metallic taste in her mouth informing
her of the fact her nose is bleeding, but the pain tells her it's not broken.
"I'm fucking warning you, watch your damn mouth," his dirty eyes narrowed, as hints of spit hit her face. I have the power here—not you."
Jose didn't look any different to her than he did when she was fourteen. He was still ugly. Mean. And a bitch ass hoe. He still had that half rectangle as mustache, and the long greasy hair. The wrinkles that always rested on his face were snugger than
ever.
"Make me." The smirk on Lucy's face only caused a wider one on Jose's.
It's safe to say he was back. The man everyone feared. The man that could make his own friends tremble. The man whom with every step, caused earthquakes from the animosity of his power, from the greatness. He was never really gone. He
was just shedding off the many walls he'd built around himself, the walls he built around his true self.
It's safe to say Natsu Dragneel was back.
Erza lets out a contented moan when Ares' small fingers undue the knots in her shoulders. Erza had been stressing for months on end, hell everyone was. The whole place was as cold as always, but with the new Intel they'd received everyone was edgy. Fuck
the Allies.
Gray was frowning, and still in the bubble of thoughts that'd been expanding since the day she'd left, how could anyone meddle their heart into another's this fast? Let alone meddle their heart into everyone's?
Gajeel was sad. Levy could tell—Lucy had been his sister. He and Lucy shared a bond not even Levy could recreate, and honestly Levy was sad too. The building lacked the warmth, and the light it used to hold.
Laxus was grumpier than usual. Mira was sadder than usual. And Cana knew why, because she felt the same way. Their sister, friend, slav—she just left them! With no explanation. But, Cana would leave too if she'd been in her position, being a slave wasn't
fun. And by the fact she lived with Jude Heartfilia for her whole life, then just to be trapped by another—a taste of freedom must've just been a dream for her.
A dream come to life.
Then there was Natsu. The most affected by this. Erza can't even believe why he'd smiled when she told him about Lucy's escape, since he'd never smiled after that. Perhaps she'd been hallucinating. They weren't really close, but they were at the same
time. The tension between them was as clear as daylight. It was clear that Natsu cared for Lucy, and the other way too.
He'd started to grow soft.
But no more.
He was back, and harder than any metal Gajeel would ever know of.
It was a normal afternoon, Natsu on his desk doing work, while the others did some other things in there too. That was one thing he'd never change. But that was when Loke barged into the room with a phone.
"Natsu!"
Natsu looked up, and exhaled his cigar. "What is it?"
"Juvia has important information for us!" Loke cried, desperate to release the information he'd received.
Natsu rose an eyebrow, and inhaled his cigar.
"Lucy has been taken by Phantom Lord!" Loke shouted earning everyone's attention.
Natsu dropped his cigar.
Lucy's been alone for hours now, and she was growing anxious. Before he'd left Jose promised to do as she said—make her. At the moment Lucy was wondering if that was the wisest decision for her to pull, saying that felt like it'd been her biggest
mistake.
Lucy was in a torture room, trapped in the cell that faced the bloody chair before her. It had two wrist binds on the arms, and a waist bind, along with ankle binds. There were so many different organs laying around, that Lucy figured it didn't belong
to one person.
A door open, and somebody footsteps echoed through the prison.
"Dear, I'm so glad you've learned not to escape. Fuck you look delicious." Jiemma came. If only he knew how many times Lucy tried escaping leading her with the many injuries on her body. The hunger in his eyes was evident, but so was the odium in Lucy's.
"Although I'd love nothing more than to fuck you, and have that whole blast-from-the-past moment, we've got other plans."
Lucy scoffs. "Fucking rat."
"Don't test me honey, you know what happens when I'm mad." A sliver of fear went down her spine. Oh she knew.
She was well acquainted with it.
The door opened again and Lucy heard five sets of footsteps approaching her room.
Her heart sunk when she heard screams.
Timmy and Nancy.
"No...no, no! Please—please!" Lucy begs, connecting the dots. Tears well on the rims of her eyes, and fear for the two chills her. When they come into view Lucy could've sworn she died when she sees Nancy, and Timmy bruised up with an even worse
Fatima and Manny.
Lucy screams, a scream filled with so much anguish it causes an eyebrow raise from Jose and Jiemma. A smirk pulls up at the corner of Jiemma's lips, and Jose runs his tongue over his canines as he adjusts his pants. "Please, PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T! I'M FUCKING BEGGING YOU, I-I'LL D-D-DO ANYTHING, J-J-JUST DON'T HURT THEM, PL-PLEASE!"
Jose laughed, and Jiemma kept tsk-ing at her. "You see Lucy, it's too late. Oh, and, you'd follow our orders anyways—since Lucy, well..." Jiemma leaned in closer to her cell and smirked wider, the hunger expanding in his eyes "Your opinion is irrelevant.
The thing about you Lucy is, well, we knew hurting you wouldn't do anything anymore—so, we resorted to this. You care more about the people around you then yourself. Your selfless—the downfall to your chance at freedom." He leans back with a small
smile, "it's all your fault Princess."
Lucy screamed louder, the tears already running down her face, as she kept crawling—even though the chains held her back, and the shackles caused her wrists to bleed. Nancy, and Timmy looked at Lucy and sobbed even harder. My fault, it is my fault—all mine! Damn, it! I shouldn't have ever ran away from Fairy Tail!
"Aunt Lu-Lu!" Nancy screamed. "Help, please—please Auntie!"
"I-I'm sorry Lucy! The man said h-h-he was y-your father, a-and you had a t-treat for us. S-Sorry Lucy, sorry! I didn't pr-protect M-Mommy, or-or Nancy. I—"a sob broke through Timmy's speech, as more tears ran down his face. "Didn't protect you!"
"No sweetie, I-it's my fault, o-okay? I want you-you to-to be strong alright? I want you-you to close your eyes I-if I tell you to, o-okay? You too sweet Nancy. I-If anything g-g-gets too hard to see, th-think about dancing, alright? P-Please, honey!"
Lucy tried to smile, but it wobbled and stumbled down.
"Fatima, Manny—I-I'm sorry ab-about all this. You-you can h-hate me if-if you w-want, b-but don't give up! Please!" Lucy added on, another sob breaking through her lips. And the trail of tears seeming endless.
Fatima and Manny nodded, both too enwrapped in their own thick blanket of despair to form any coherent words.
"Fucking hell, Jiemma—this is better than that sappy Hallmark shit—this is the real deal! I fucking love fucking with the people a person loves. You?" Jose asked, amusement shining through his eyes.
"Preach Jose, preach."
It was a minute later when another set of footsteps was heard, along with something being wheeled in. His blonde head poked into the room first, then the taut dress suit that hugged his body. The wrinkles on his face more prominent than ever.
In walked Jude, rolling a cart, and a smile forming on his face.
"Dad?"
"Oh, Lucy! Ha, what a coincidence." Jude took in her appearance, and tsk'd. Her dress was dirty, and ripped to the point more than an ample amount of cleavage was showing. "Still dressing like a whore? Jiemma and Jose will teach you better, it's alright."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Lucy screamed. Her anger spilling onto each letter. The hatred evident in her eyes, and the chains strained once more as she stretched to the front of her cell, powering the scream she'd just released.
"Well" Jude drawled "long story short. Phantom Lord is a Mafia, and Mafia's make a lot of money! Which you know means—no more being in poverty, even if I had to sell my daughter's whereabouts to receive a position."
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Lucy's words echoed through the room, as she screamed—like a vicious animal being held back. "FUCKING DUMBASS! WHAT THE HELL DID MOM SEE IN YOU?"
Jude stayed quiet for a moment. Then smirked once more. "Let's begin."
"What the hell happened?" Natsu's voice was a deathly calm.
"Well, turned out Jiemma, and Jose were watching Lucy's every step after she left Fairy Tail—and made a plan to take her back...again. What does that mean, again?" Juvia asked. Not fazed by the anger she could see was spilling off his
body.
"Fuck!" Natsu bellowed—smacking the phone—and in the process it broke against the wall.
They were after her. Natsu knew of the things she'd been through, he taught her how to fight back. He was the one she cried to those nights, about the shit she went through. And if he saw her like that again he'd lose it. He couldn't bear the thought
of those fucking bastards touching what belonged to him.
Fuck space.
Fuck letting her escape.
Fuck him keeping distance around her.
Natsu Dragneel was going to get his flame before the darkness got to her first.
It was Fatima who was sat on the chair first. Lucy's voice grew hoarse and hoarse as she screamed curses—and pleaded the whole time. Jose was a freak. He was an artistic bastard when it came to torture, and death. It was his fucking specialty.
So it was no surprise he was the one who grabbed the equipment from the cart full of knives, and other things.
The first thing he grabbed was a butter knife. "I'm getting tired of you talking."
"No! Stop, stop!" Lucy screams, her voice cracking. Nancy, Timmy, and Manny were being forced to watch by Jiemma, Jude, and another man. Nancy, and Timmy's sobs stopped and nothing was left but the trail of continuous tears—and the occasional
hiccup. "CLOSE YOUR EYES, PLEASE, CLOSE—"
"If they do that they'll end up being in the chair then." Jude warned.
They kept their eyes wide open.
Jose gripped Fatima's tongue, and plunged the butter knife through with full force.
Fatima screamed, her blood and saliva mixing.
He whistled a tune as he cut her tongue out. He places the knife on the cart, and walks over to Nancy. With a smile showing the plaque filled statues in his mouth, he told her to open her hands. Nancy opens them with shaky movements, a sob breaking out.
He dropped her mother's tongue on her hands.
"Don't drop it, or he'll be next. Got it sweetie pie?" He asked, causing her to nod her head in compliance. "Good girl."
Lucy couldn't bear the sorrow that was clawing at her heart. She couldn't bare the fact this was all her fault, that those little kids would lose a mother just because of her. Just because she was so stupid—stupid enough to think she could be happy. That
she could actually be free. Lucy should've known that freedom was just a fucking unrealistic dream, and this was her reality.
They were her reality.
Dreams don't come true, but nightmares do.
And that was the fact in Lucy's world.
The next thing Jose grabbed was the ice cream scooper. "You have pretty eyes—well, you know what they say...sharing is caring!" He didn't even let her say anything before he popped the spoon in her eye socket, cutting the nerves, and muscles attached
along the way. Lucy could feel the bile rising up in her throat, and even though she wanted to look away she couldn't.
"I lwaf yuf my butiful keds." Fatima slurred, a trail of saliva and blood streaming down her chin. Blood pouring from the area where her eye used to be. Even though her words were anything but understandable the kids, Manny, and Lucy managed to understand
what she said. I love you, my beautiful kids. Lucy couldn't hold it in anymore, and the acidity reached her mouth—before she knew it she ralphed all over the dirty ground.
Lucy was in pain.
The tears, and the bile mixed in—and next thing she knew blood mixed in as well. The twins screamed this time, the men chuckled. Jose laughed, and licked the ice cream scooper—the blood leaving a trail on his tongue. Jude was even disgusted, and that
said a lot. Then the next eye popped out, and he held them with his bloodied glove. Jose put down the scooper, and walked over to Timmy—asking him to open his hands.
Timmy complies, seconds later his mother's eyes are in his hands.
Blue to blue.
Timmy screams.
"Hush, hush little guy—you wouldn't want anything to happen to Nancy now would you?" He asked, a dark chuckle, and a demented glaze covering his dirt orbs. This man was batshit crazy—even the little five year olds could understand that.
"Well, now I think it's time to let Lucy get a part of dear old Fatima too, Jose." Jiemma chuckled. Slapping Nancy's face when she closed her eyes.
Jose smirked, and walked over to Lucy's cell doors. He opened the cell, and smirked. "How does it feel Lucy? The door is wide open, yet you can't do shit. Powerless? Helpless?" Lucy felt an animalistic growl leave her body, as prodigious tremors
took over her body.
Jose grabbed the knife, and dug it at the corpse before him. Carving out her heart.
He drops the knife, and grabs the heart out.
The chains strain.
He walks over to Lucy, no clue on what's about to happen.
The strain worsens.
He throws the heart at Lucy's feet.
The chains break.
Lucy sees red.
Sorry I didn't update early! Lurl, I keep saying this. But bra, I keep getting side tracked. And plus EOGs, and my EOCs are coming up soon! Dudes I gotta take my three day French one, Math 2 EOCs, Math 8 EOGs, ELA EOGs, and Science EOGs! Furking Hell-o! Yo, my school is wack as furck. Tell me why the fudge-ballz they got big ass flat screens, like seven of them, pooping got all these tables and chairs, gave my Orchestra class all these new electric instruments (totes cool!), were getting a Piano Lab—yet we can't afford to keep French. I swear my new principal gets high offa smarties when he goes to meetings.
Principal: Yo duuuudez! *smiles sloppily*
Dude 1: So French—
Principal: YOOO! LETS GET ALL THIS NEW SHIT, AND PRETEND TO BE RICH! *Gets up excitedly, and others look at him weirdly*
Dude 34: Are you sure—
Principal: SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! MEETING IS OVER, WERE GONNA GET RID OF FRENCH AND-AND USE THE MONEY TO-TO PRETEND TO BE C-C-COOLEOS!
OMG I TOTES CRIED DURING THIS, LIKE I HAD SNOT COMING DOWN AND ALL THAT SHIT! PLUS I'M SICK SO I GUESS THAT HELPS-FUCK MY BFF FOR DOING THIS TO ME! OMGGGGG I'M AN EMOTIONAL PERSON, SO I ENDED UP SOBBING AND COMPLAINING TO MY TEDDY BEARS CUZ MY CUZINS WOULD PROB IGNORE ME! LURL I ASKED THEM IF PITBULL AS A TEEN WAS A 7/10 OR 8/10 AND THEY WERE ALL LIKE 'F-OFF" OR "IM NOT GAY!" ANYHARLEY, READ AND REVIEW YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE READING THEM! I LEGIT CHECK EVERY FUCKING DAY! SORRY I DON'T RESPOND, I REALLY DON'T HAVE THE TIME AND I DON'T HAVE A LOT OF TIME ON THE COMPUTER CUZ I LIVE WITH NINE OTHER PEOPLE AND THEY LIKE TO USE IT TOO, EVEN THOUGH THERE'S THREE FUCKING LAP TOPS! :(
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