Rated M. Mature Audiences only.
Contains sexual content-Rape
Violence
Please read responsibly.
The young girl tucked her twilight hair behind her ear, her eyes an array of blues and greens. Her breath was visible in the cold, and unforgiving winter air. Her arms hooked in the standard black backpack straps, holding it in front of her.
"Bur... It's cold out here." She whispered to herself. She heard a click, and cold metal pressed against her ear.
"Don't scream, oder this bullet blows your brains, malenʹkaya devochka." The girl froze, breathing heavily, thoughts flashing through her mind. She couldn't scream, not because of his order, but out of fear.
"Grab her." She yelled in Russian. No one in the streets but him and his goons, no one could save her. Two arms grabbed her own, and she let out a slight yelp. A cloth, soaked with chloroform was slapped over her mouth. Her eyes widened as she tried not to breath, but it was too late. Her eyes drooped, and she fell to the snow covered curb.
The girl woke up to a blinding light, her eyes burning, she snapped them closed. She only then felt the cold air on her body. She slowly opened her eyes, her senses being overwhelmed. The smell of cocaine and liquor filled her nostrils. Chattering of men was distant, and the pain on her breasts was almost unbearable. She moaned out in pain, causing silence.
"Ona ochnulasʹ . Vremya dlya yeye devstvennosti dolzhny bytʹ prinyaty." One sagte in a deep, male voice. Her eyes widened, and she struggled against the straps holding her down. Snapping her head to one side, she examined the tabelle she was strapped to. Leather restraints, making her struggle painful, as her wrists and ankles were raw. To her surprise, the restraints came off. She was pushed off the table, onto a concrete ground.
"STAND UP!" A foot slammed into her face, making her cry out. She stood up, crying. Her nose was now broken. She looked around, and she was surrounded Von bare men. Trembling, she whimpered. A man pushed her to her hands and knees.
"Net .. Net, pozhaluysta ! Pozhaluysta!"
She had earned herself a slap form the man that was kneeling in front of her, letting out a small cry. She let out a loud cry as the one behind her slammed into her, breaking her hymen. He grabbed her hips, and started to slam into her, causing Mehr physical pleasure, and mental pain. Suddenly, a dick shot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. As the torture continued, she blacked out.
Waking up, she was extremely cold. Snow covered her fragile, bruised, and bare body. She sat up, wearing only her socks. Her wrists bleeding slightly, and her ankles raw. The sun was coming up. She stood up, walking through the snow, and the trees. She didn't say one word, she only continued through the trees, emotionless. Once she reached the ledge of a cliff, she sat, not caring about he open wounds that were excruciating. She sat for what felt like hours, just staring out at the snow so thick, she only saw a few yards away.
"Hey! What happened!?" A young boy knelt Weiter to her, taking off his coat, and wrapping it around her. Warm gave her little hope, and the boy continued talking to her, trying to snap her out of the trance. Finally, the boy picked up the fragile body, starting to run towards civilization.
"What's your name?" The boy asked. Warm steam hit her face, the smell of himbeere tee settled in the air she breathed.. She was still traumatized, she hadn't been so scared in her life. She sat silently at the tabelle for a moment, then spoke.
"Raven..." She whispered softly.
"I see. I'm Jack." She looked up, his hair was as dark as her twilight silk, and his eyes an smaragd green.
"Hi... Jack..." She whispered, looking up at the boy. She was wearing his hemd, shirt that read "TEXAS RANGERS" across the chest, and jeans, which of both were big on her.
"Hey... It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you..." He looked at the girl sincerely. "I couldn't."
"Where am I?" She whispered.
"In an apartment, in Texas." He said.
"What happened?"
"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was hoping Du would tell me."
"Oh..." She said, even softer than before. She sipped the warm tea, and warm liquid flooded through her body. In the time she was caressed Von the tea, Jack had ventured off to find a wet rag.
"Hi, kitty." A cat jumped into her lap, letting out a soft "mew".
"I see you've found Charlie Scene." Jack spoke, startled Von him, the girl yelped.
"Hey, Hey Hey hey... It's okay..." Warm arms wrapped around the girl. When he pulled away, the girl looked up at him, blood covering her upper lip, down her lips, and to her chin.
"Let me get that for you." He sagte softly, sitting in the chair Weiter to her. She hesitated, but she looked at him. The warm, wet cloth started to rid her face of the blood. She closed her eyes, and reviewed memories that she rather not have had.
"Let me see your wrists." Jack said, he was done cleaning the blood off my face. The girl held out her pale wrists, still raw from the struggle.
"This'll sting a little," He sagte softly, dabbing the new cloth on her wounds. She winced, the alcohol stinging painfully. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.
"It's okay..." She whispered. She wasn't worried about her parents looking for her; it was normal for her to leave for a couple of days.
"You okay?" He asked.
"No..." She admitted. His arms opened, and the dark haired girl settled into them, tears dripping down her face.
~Story above is true~
Comment, and criticise if Du will.
Contains sexual content-Rape
Violence
Please read responsibly.
The young girl tucked her twilight hair behind her ear, her eyes an array of blues and greens. Her breath was visible in the cold, and unforgiving winter air. Her arms hooked in the standard black backpack straps, holding it in front of her.
"Bur... It's cold out here." She whispered to herself. She heard a click, and cold metal pressed against her ear.
"Don't scream, oder this bullet blows your brains, malenʹkaya devochka." The girl froze, breathing heavily, thoughts flashing through her mind. She couldn't scream, not because of his order, but out of fear.
"Grab her." She yelled in Russian. No one in the streets but him and his goons, no one could save her. Two arms grabbed her own, and she let out a slight yelp. A cloth, soaked with chloroform was slapped over her mouth. Her eyes widened as she tried not to breath, but it was too late. Her eyes drooped, and she fell to the snow covered curb.
The girl woke up to a blinding light, her eyes burning, she snapped them closed. She only then felt the cold air on her body. She slowly opened her eyes, her senses being overwhelmed. The smell of cocaine and liquor filled her nostrils. Chattering of men was distant, and the pain on her breasts was almost unbearable. She moaned out in pain, causing silence.
"Ona ochnulasʹ . Vremya dlya yeye devstvennosti dolzhny bytʹ prinyaty." One sagte in a deep, male voice. Her eyes widened, and she struggled against the straps holding her down. Snapping her head to one side, she examined the tabelle she was strapped to. Leather restraints, making her struggle painful, as her wrists and ankles were raw. To her surprise, the restraints came off. She was pushed off the table, onto a concrete ground.
"STAND UP!" A foot slammed into her face, making her cry out. She stood up, crying. Her nose was now broken. She looked around, and she was surrounded Von bare men. Trembling, she whimpered. A man pushed her to her hands and knees.
"Net .. Net, pozhaluysta ! Pozhaluysta!"
She had earned herself a slap form the man that was kneeling in front of her, letting out a small cry. She let out a loud cry as the one behind her slammed into her, breaking her hymen. He grabbed her hips, and started to slam into her, causing Mehr physical pleasure, and mental pain. Suddenly, a dick shot into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. As the torture continued, she blacked out.
Waking up, she was extremely cold. Snow covered her fragile, bruised, and bare body. She sat up, wearing only her socks. Her wrists bleeding slightly, and her ankles raw. The sun was coming up. She stood up, walking through the snow, and the trees. She didn't say one word, she only continued through the trees, emotionless. Once she reached the ledge of a cliff, she sat, not caring about he open wounds that were excruciating. She sat for what felt like hours, just staring out at the snow so thick, she only saw a few yards away.
"Hey! What happened!?" A young boy knelt Weiter to her, taking off his coat, and wrapping it around her. Warm gave her little hope, and the boy continued talking to her, trying to snap her out of the trance. Finally, the boy picked up the fragile body, starting to run towards civilization.
"What's your name?" The boy asked. Warm steam hit her face, the smell of himbeere tee settled in the air she breathed.. She was still traumatized, she hadn't been so scared in her life. She sat silently at the tabelle for a moment, then spoke.
"Raven..." She whispered softly.
"I see. I'm Jack." She looked up, his hair was as dark as her twilight silk, and his eyes an smaragd green.
"Hi... Jack..." She whispered, looking up at the boy. She was wearing his hemd, shirt that read "TEXAS RANGERS" across the chest, and jeans, which of both were big on her.
"Hey... It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you..." He looked at the girl sincerely. "I couldn't."
"Where am I?" She whispered.
"In an apartment, in Texas." He said.
"What happened?"
"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was hoping Du would tell me."
"Oh..." She said, even softer than before. She sipped the warm tea, and warm liquid flooded through her body. In the time she was caressed Von the tea, Jack had ventured off to find a wet rag.
"Hi, kitty." A cat jumped into her lap, letting out a soft "mew".
"I see you've found Charlie Scene." Jack spoke, startled Von him, the girl yelped.
"Hey, Hey Hey hey... It's okay..." Warm arms wrapped around the girl. When he pulled away, the girl looked up at him, blood covering her upper lip, down her lips, and to her chin.
"Let me get that for you." He sagte softly, sitting in the chair Weiter to her. She hesitated, but she looked at him. The warm, wet cloth started to rid her face of the blood. She closed her eyes, and reviewed memories that she rather not have had.
"Let me see your wrists." Jack said, he was done cleaning the blood off my face. The girl held out her pale wrists, still raw from the struggle.
"This'll sting a little," He sagte softly, dabbing the new cloth on her wounds. She winced, the alcohol stinging painfully. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.
"It's okay..." She whispered. She wasn't worried about her parents looking for her; it was normal for her to leave for a couple of days.
"You okay?" He asked.
"No..." She admitted. His arms opened, and the dark haired girl settled into them, tears dripping down her face.
~Story above is true~
Comment, and criticise if Du will.
