This chapter is very dark. I almost didn't post it just because of that fact. It's dark, it's gory and it might be a little much for some.
DarylDixon'sLover: Yeah, but she wasn't exactly in her right mind.
chibichibi98: They'll go back to being happy soon.
xenocanaan: She'll be okay in the end.
hateme101: He will. Give it a couple chapters and he will.
ilikeballoons: I'm glad! I hope you continue to do so!
Lesliezin: I hope you have space behind that pillow...
KateXCross: Don't get anxious! It's just a story! But I am glad you like it.
linzeejee: Yeah, I know.
RosiePosie15: Yup. I'm starting to think she has no guardian angel.
Brittney-xx: I'm sorry about your heart. There's fluffy stuff coming to fix that.
SevaraRose: Right! And that's not horrid of you. I thought the same thing! Well, sorry for keeping you waiting!
Tiphanie: I really have no sympathy for her either. But I bet you knew that already.
Guest: No. It's worse.
hkhorch: Well, you'll be without purpose for a little while longer. I've said I was evil before. I wasn't lying. And to answer your questions: I do, for the most part have the plot figured out. I have a beginning, and and ending, and some points in between, and then everything else I just kinda make up as I go along. And I sometimes listen to music when I write. A lot of what I listen to depends on the mood of the chapter. If it's a sad chapter, I usually go for Coldplay. If it's a smutty or romantic chapter, I'll go for something like Lana Del Rey or sometimes Coldplay. (I really like Coldplay.) If I'm writing action or something I usually don't so I can focus, or I'll go for some classic rock if I'm in the mood for that. It's a complicated process for me, really.
haileynh: Hello Hailey, and welcome to my morbid brainchild. I'm gad you're enjoying it, and I hope you continue to do so.
Chiharu-angel: Yup. Pretty much.
CJ/OddBall: Yeah, it's back for a bit. I don't know how much longer.
Cassouminette: Yup. Pretty much.
NadzKers12: There is much evil in this chapter. So much so, I may need a priest.
Guest: Yup. Not the first time I've heard that.
SilverShadowWolf: Don't worry, everything will be okay.
LadySirimiri: Thank you for voicing your opinion. I really appreciate that. Yeah, I know I've gone a little overboard. A lot of it spans from things that have happened to me personally. Some of the events are true, just placed in a fictional setting, with fictional characters. And yeah, Pierce was a little bit too cold-hearted, but like you said, there are some really crappy parents out there. I know, I had one, and still have one. But I can tell you, this is the last time something bad will happen to her, physically speaking. Her and James will get mushy here pretty soon. I hadn't planned on even making them a couple until I got to Civil War, which is still a ways away. So, I won't be mad if you stop reading, I understand that. I know a lot of people probably have. But I am glad you have enjoyed other elements of the story, and again, I really appreciate you voicing your opinion, and that you were honest with me. It means a lot.
Enjoy!
Sharp pain in the back of my head woke me up. Something was tugging at my skin, pulling and biting at me. I tried to move away, but a hand stopped me, stopping the tugging as well. I heard a female voice, then the sound of footsteps. Lights were dancing on the wall...a fire not far from me. I could feel its warmth on my skin, and then I realized I was in my underwear. I began panicking, trying to get away, but found my wrists and ankles were tied. A pair of legs appeared in front of me, accompanied by heavy boots. A hand reached down in front of my face, holding a cloth against my nose and mouth. I knew there was no point to try and fight it. I was already screwed, so I gave into the darkness, hoping that when I woke again, it had only been a horrible nightmare.
But I wasn't that lucky.
The fire was still crackling, the shadows dancing on the wall across from me. I was on my side, a pillow under my head, and a blanket spread out under me. The ground was dirty, covered slightly in hay. There was rain pelting the roof and it was freezing despite the warmth of the fire. A shiver ran through me, and I tried to hide it as I took in more of the surroundings. There were vents in the top to let the smoke out, and the windows were wide open, letting the freezing January air in. There were three men around the fire in the center of the barn. All three were speaking in English, no Romanian accent whatsoever. My heart rate was off the charts, I was so terrified. What if they planned to kill me? Or what if they planned something worse?
My wrists were tied to the point it was almost cutting off circulation. There was no point even trying to escape. I wasn't entirely sure I could move. Oh, nevermind. Scratch that, I could.
"Hey, look at that. Little Sister's awake." The man facing me said.
The other two turned around, the tallest of the three, and also the buffest, got up, walking over to me. He squatted down so he was closer to me, where I was laying on the ground.
"Hey there, Little Sister. How ya feeling?" He asked, stroking my hair. I bit my tongue, keeping a comment held back. Now was not the time to be sassy brain. "You bonked your head pretty hard." He said, fingering the sore spot on the back of my head. "Had to have 'Ma patch you back up. Got some ugly bruises, too." His grubby fingers ran over my stomach, making me shudder and try to back away. "Don't worry, Little Sister. You'll like it in no time."
I almost vomited on his boots at those words. Panic flared inside me, and I struggled, making my wrists bleed as I tried to escape. He turned, saying something to one of the other men, and the one facing me got up, bringing something over to the man in front of me. I saw the needle glint in the firelight and I swear my heart stopped beating. I didn't know what was in the needle, and I really didn't want it in me. The man in front of me held me down, grabbing my arm to look at the inside of my elbow.
"Don't worry, Little Sister. Everything will be okay."
I whined as he jabbed the needle into my skin, the contents burning as they entered my system. I bit back a scream, knowing that could only fuel things. But suddenly the pain was gone, and I was floating. The pain was gone and I stopped struggling, stilling as whatever that was worked through my system. He was right. Everything was okay.
I floated in and out of time and space for a while. The shadows on the walls danced, performing some kind of evil tango with the light. I was content, laying on my side in my underwear in a freezing barn. I was flying high and couldn't be happier. All thought that I'd been kidnapped, what they were possibly going to do to me, James, all gone. I wasn't really thinking anything at that moment. Or at least I thought I wasn't. Wait...what?
My head started to hurt, my mouth feeling like cotton as I started to come back to myself. I was vaguely aware of the hands on my things, running over my skin. They were rough, and sweaty. They weren't James'. My eyes snapped open, meeting the barn ceiling. It took me a moment to remember what had happened. How stupid I'd been. I realized what was happening when I felt warm breath on parts I shouldn't and suddenly the panic started.
I squirmed, fought, tried to get away, but a body, much larger than mine settled over me.
"Shh Little Sister. It's all going to be okay."
I slapped at the chest, trying to get away until the pain hit me. I felt him against me, and then suddenly I was being torn in half. I screamed, my scream cutting off in a sob as the reality hit me. What was happening. What they were doing. I screamed again as he thrusted into me, still trying to fight. Until another hand shoved something in my mouth. Something soft and lacy.
"Shoot, she'll alert the whole country with those lungs." The second person. "How is she?"
"Tight and warm. Better than we thought."
"Why wouldn't she be?" I jerked as the other man pulling on my nipple.
I had resolved to silent tears and groans of pain as the man on me thrusted hard, his movements jerky as his grunts got louder. He stilled, something warm filling me and I panicked, trying to struggle away, but he held me down.
"Shh, Little Sister. It's okay." He smoothed his hand over my hair like that was going to reassure me. Comfort me.
It didn't.
He pulled out of me, and I could feel something leaking out between my legs. I wanted to close my knees, retain at least a little modesty, but he held my knees apart, his fingers running along my folds.
"Sacrificial blood." He said, lifting his fingers to his face. They were covered in blood, and something else.
I whimpered as he lifted it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. He closed his eyes, a blissful look on his face. There was the sound of tires outside, and I had faint hope it was the police, or something.
"'Ma's here." The other man said.
The first just hummed his agreement, and the second man went over to the fire, stoking it back to life. I felt gross. More defiled that I had ever been. A part of me wished it was Rumlow again. Not some crazy men in a barn. The first man got up, moving to the door of the barn, opening it for an older woman. She had greying hair, and walked with purpose across the barn to me. She set down a bag before heading over to the corner, the sound of running water hitting my ears. She handed a bucket to the third man.
"Heat that up. But don't get it too hot."
She walked back over to me, pulling things out of the bag. She looked at me, doing a double take before pulling the panties out of my mouth.
"Who are you?" Was the first thing out of my mouth.
"You can call me 'Ma. And those there are your brothers."
"You're definitely not my mother. And they're definitely not my brothers."
"They are now." Was all she said as the third man brought the bucket of water over.
"Yeah, and how many women before me?" I asked as she got a rag wet before running it over my skin.
She didn't say anything, poking at my ribs. "Have you fed your sister yet?"
"Yes, 'Ma." The first man said. "Last night."
"Last night? She can't possibly survive like that." She scolded. "Don't worry dear. We're going to take nice care of you." She said as the first man brought a needle over.
He stuck it in the same area he had the first time, and it didn't take long before I was flying again. Lost in time and space. Everything was okay, and I didn't care that there was a crazy woman giving me a sponge bath. Or wiping the blood and semen from between my legs. Or that I had just been raped. Yeah, everything was okay.
My head felt like it was being split in two as I woke back up. It was dark, the only light coming from the fire. I was freezing, naked in the corner still. My hands were still bound, but my legs were free. There was a body between them, and I was starting to think this would be a normal thing. Again. The body over mine stilled, warmth rushing into me again. I didn't even bother fighting this time, knowing I wasn't going anywhere. Sweaty fingers gripped my chin, turning my face so I was staring upwards.
"So beautiful." A voice I didn't recognize said as a hand stroked down my cheek. "So sweet." Fingers ran across my lips, and I tilted my head, biting down on the fingers.
"Son of a bitch!" A slap echoed across the barn, my head snapping to the side before the pain registered.
"Don't hurt our merchandise." The first man yelled.
"The whore bit me!"
The first man came over. "If you don't want her to bite you, don't place temptation there." He said as the unknown man got to his feet. "Five hundred. I'll take a few off since she bit you."
I felt tears falling down my cheeks as they walked to the barn door. The first man counted the money before putting it in a safe. He walked back over to me, squatting down, grabbing my face.
"Don't bite the customers. We'll rip out your teeth if you do it again."
He got up, moving back to the fire in the middle of the room. He bickered back and forth with the other men before they reached down, the sound of a bag rustling. I watched as they held something up towards the flames. My eyes were still blurry, so I couldn't see totally, but I knew suddenly what they were doing. I wasn't sure what exactly they were cooking, but whatever it was, I had got a taste as well.
I watched as they each shot up, their heads falling back in bliss as they got high. I hoped, prayed that they'd fall into the fire, but they'd built up a tolerance to it. They were all somewhat functional, their words slurred, actions slow and jerky, the smiles never leaving their faces.
I wasn't sure how long I laid there, before the third man came, raping me as well. They gave me a shot of whatever they were cooking afterwards, and it was almost becoming routine now. I wasn't sure how long I'd been gone. How long I'd been with them. Time didn't seem to matter anymore. It was cold and I was numb. I was being raped and drugged by some hicks that called me their Little Sister. And then they were selling me. Selling my body for money. It was like something from a horror movie. I just hoped it didn't end like one as well.
It seemed like every time I came back to, I was being raped. Sometimes it was them, sometimes it was someone else. They always paid, some more than others. I was awake sometimes, aware of what was happening, but other times I was out of it. I wasn't sure how many times I'd been raped, but by the pain in my lower regions, it had been more than I was aware of.
Days? Hours? Weeks? All went on. I was raw, filthy and sticky, but I was too high to care. I seemed to be losing all the time between doses, just feeling like everything was okay all the time. Until one night they were talking around the fire. I'd just taken all three one right after the other when I saw it. They were arguing over something...something that looked familiar. The knife.
James' knife. The one I'd had in my backpack. James. He didn't know I was gone. He'd left me. Telling me I could come back if I wanted, but he didn't force me. James. He'd taken care of me. Watched over me so something like this wouldn't happen. So I could be safe. So I could feel safe. And I'd shoved it all in his face, running away.
James.
I sat up, sore, but clean. They'd put underwear back on me, probably some sick idea about decency 'Ma' had. I got up, feeling adrenaline pump through me. The first man had put the knife down beside him as they got high. Now was my chance. I snuck up behind them, grabbing the knife while they were distracted. The drugs doing wonders for me, as without them they would have heard me stumbling around. And probably seen me.
I might have been a little high still. Hell, I probably was, with the way colors were dancing around the large man in front of me. But the rage was fueling me now, as I stabbed the knife into his back. I heard him grunt in pain, his body stiffening. I stabbed him again and again, my hands getting covered in blood. The other two didn't seem to notice as they laughed about something, until his body fell to the ground. Then they saw me, probably looking like a nightmare, standing in the firelight, half naked and covered in blood.
"Shit!" The second man said, reaching for something, but I was on him, pushing him to the floor as I stabbed him over and over as well.
Blood splattered everywhere, all over me. I ducked as I heard a shot, failing like a newborn horse, the bullet hitting my calf. But I didn't feel it. I was high and running on adrenaline. I took the third man down, but not after the bullet grazed my arm. They were slow and high, just the perfect match for me.
I looked down at my hands, covered in blood. They were shaking, my whole body shaking as the reality of what I'd just done hitting me. I sank to the ground, crying as I looked at the bodies around me. I cried and screamed until I couldn't anymore. My bare foot hit the knife and I came back to myself.
James.
I stood up, grabbing my jacket and the knife, finding my backpack dumped out on the ground in a corner. I stuffed everything back in, wrapping my coat around me, but seeing no sign of my shoes. Oh well.
I walked out of the barn, the woods dark around me. It was clear, but there was no sign of the moon. It was also freezing. The drugs had started to wear off, or maybe it was just the adrenaline. I wasn't quite sure what sober felt like. I couldn't remember.
I stumbled through the trees blindly until by a sheer act of god I saw a car drive past. But when I made it to the road, I wasn't sure which way to go. Bucharest was one way, and the other would lead me further into the woods, where I was sure I would die. Though it would be a miracle if I made it to Bucharest in one piece as well.
I turned, looking at the trees. Moss grows on the North side right? But which way was Bucharest? North? South? Where was I? I sighed, debating which way I should go, before deciding to go left, hoping that was the way.
I must have walked for a good two hours. My feet were cut up and bleeding. My leg had started to hurt where I'd been shot, and I was shivering violently. It had to be in the twenties, with no cloud cover. I nearly cried when I started seeing buildings. Most were dark, it must have been late, or early. I wasn't sure what time it was.
I walked for another hour or so, making it back into the city. I was filthy, almost completely naked, except for the coat wrapped around me, bleeding and delirious, coming off a high on a drug I didn't even want to take. I was glad it was late. Early? As there were hardly any people out on the street, and those that were, didn't look any better than I did.
I cried as I saw the apartment building, the sky just starting to lighten. I made it inside, the staircase never looking taller as I stood at the bottom. Tears were rolling down my face as I stared up at the top, shaking and nearly falling over. But I had made it this far. It was only five thousand steps. I did it all the time. I can do it now.
I took it a step at a time, literally. I leaned against the railing, dragging myself to the door, falling against it. I didn't have enough in me to knock. If he was home, he definitely heard me. He probably knew I was coming before I even hit the door. I leaned against it, breathing hard, my head splitting in half. I probably looked like something out of a horror movie. Probably more like the killer than a survivor. But I was a killer. I'd killed three men without batting an eyelash. Holy shit. I'd killed someone. Three someones. Just...killed them. Not even thinking about it. I'd been so mad...so hurt...so...high, I'd just done them in.
I hadn't even noticed the locks clicking, or the knob turning, or when the door had opened, my body falling against a hard chest. I stood there limply, sobbing against James' shoulder as he held me up. I could feel his eyes on me, scanning me over.
"Oh shit, doll." I heard him breathe as he pulled me back into the apartment, closing the door behind him.