Chapter 1 The Ending of Rylee

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Chapter 1 The Ending of Rylee "It's awake." A deep voice speaks from my left, distorted by his face mask. Or is it just in my head? "Push an extra dose. It needs to be asleep for transport." The white coat waves dismissively towards me. >>> I am Rylee. I was 15 when my life changed. I am a standard high school girl. I go to class, play tennis and volleyball, take extra language lessons, and occasionally skip homework. There is nothing special about me. I'm 5 foot 6, have medium-length brown curly hair, and blue-green eyes. I am just a regular human girl next door in the suburbs of Nevada. My standard day starts off with breakfast at home before I rush off to school. I am always early so that I can tutor other students and finish my homework. At school, I am not popular. I wouldn't say that I wasn't popular or whatever - most recognize me in the hallway but I am no cheer captain or prom queen, and I enevr wanted to be the queen anyway. And that's ok. I spend most of my evenings after school taking academic clubs or doing sports stuff. I try alternate sports so that I am always doing something. This spring I am playing volleyball! I try to keep my evenings packed. I hate being home alone. My dad is loving - he really is. It's just - well it is just him and I. My mom died when I was young. My dad has to work constantly to keep our bills paid. I get it, I am just lonely most nights. I begged him for a pet once, something to keep me company when he was away but that was a firm no with no room to budge. I opt instead to frequently volunteer at a local shelter, caring for the cats, dogs, and rabbits that are dropped off. --- It was one of those days when school and sports had been so demanding I felt the fatigue down to my toes. We were in the midterms week and I had been studying before a volleyball match. It had been near midnight when my friend dropped me off at home. I was so tired, that my feet could hardly carry my shoes to the next step. The fact that the front door was slightly ajar did not even register. Nor the fact that the lights were out. My brain did not register these oddities until it was too late. I push it open and set my sports bag down with a thud. I lift my weary eyes to see my life change before me. In the dark hallway, the only illumination came from headlamps. I see men surrounding my dad. My dad is on his knees and has a cut above his eyebrows. The struggle that must have ensued was evident in his torn clothing and knocked-over furniture. A man towers behind him, and the glint of a silver knife flashes. My eyes briefly meet my dad's eyes before a knife ends it all. I stopped breathing at that moment as I watch my dad drain before my eyes. A sob catches in my throat and I yell "DAD!" before hands rush me and blackness surrounds me. - Ugh. My head feels like hay. My thoughts… My thought drift. My tongue feels heavy and dry. What is that sound? Some beeping and shuffling sound distantly. I am not sure. My limbs feel heavy and I roll my head to the side to see a man in a white doctor's jacket and a few more serious-looking men by his side. My wrists feel sore and I can feel rope biting onto my flesh. I struggle to piece my thoughts together and end with utter puzzlement. I try to tug at a recent memory but... nothing is coming to me. Who am I? That's strange. I should know who I am, right? "It's awake." A deep voice speaks from my left, distorted by his face mask. Or is it just in my head? "Push an extra dose. It needs to be asleep for transport." The white coat waves dismissively towards me. It? what is this 'it?' I feel the sting of a needle pierce my inner elbow. oh, it's me. I'm the 'it.' My eyes feel heavy again and I can feel my body move. I think I'm in a truck? I can hear the hum of a motor and the crunch of asphalt beneth tires. The voices coming from around me fall flat and fade as they float into my ears and darkness covers me once again. Authors note about this story: s*x should always be safe, sane, and consensual. This story is a work of fantasy. Some chapters will be darker than others. Please note this book is still a work in progress. I have a redemption arc and a revenge arc planned for Rylee. Also, there is no underage s*x. The spice starts in chapter 3. Chapters 27 and 28 touches on rough s*x and ab**e. Read with caution. If this is not your cup of tea, skip chapters or read another story. Kindest regards.
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