Twisted Fate

“Going Home”

Warning: Explicit Content: language, s****l abuse, suicide, extreme violence, etc



-Bella

To be numb was to lack any emotions. Oh, how Bella wished she could feel just that. Instead, she was met only with feelings of pain, sadness, anxiety, and a lot of fear. Everywhere she looked, there was something that caused her to lose her breath, knowing that everyone around her, in some way, wanted to minimize, use, or degrade her in any way possible.

For years, she had waited in her 'home,' training to one day be of age and sold in an auction as the purest goods one could ever receive. She was the golden platter left out for all eyes that ran green. Countless beatings and days of starvation had led her to this day.

Bella, get your ass ready right now! Mind you, if you aren't sold today, a lot of hell will be waiting for you," warned Steven, Bella's leader. He cautioned her to behave. Steven was excited about making money, fully aware of how enticing a pure virgin would be. If she cooperated, he promised to make it rain; who knew for how many days.

Bella had always been a slight rebel, though that spark had eventually died out. Once upon a time, she would fight no matter what came her way, but there she stood – an emotionally empty and broken shell. Her once fiery attitude was now gone, replaced with a timidly submissive demeanor, just the way those men liked it.

The people she had lived with for years had poisoned her. Not only had she changed in personality, but she had also lost the memory of who she once was. Her last vivid memory was when she was thirteen, and everything after that became a blur.

Was she born into this system? If not, then how did she get here in the first place? These were questions she often asked herself, but trying to remember anything just brought on despicable headaches. She wanted to know who she was, yet she was afraid too. Eventually, she accepted that her purpose on Earth was to suffer, to be locked in the shadows for all to see but for everyone to turn a blind eye to. In the world she lived in, it was all considered normal, as she was just an animal waiting for adoption.

While putting on her outfit, she stood in her own world, oblivious to her surroundings, wishing to wake up from her never-ending nightmare. Was this really what she was born to do? To stand in front of greedy men as if she were a piece of meat that could end their hunger?

Bella followed her host onto the stage, hearing the loud noises of the crowd. Her clothes clung to her tightly, creating a feeling that was nothing short of uncomfortable. She had always been the sweatpants type of girl, but given her predicament, having leisure items meant nothing. The hosts would never make an effort to make her feel at home.

Stepping out onto that stage, she failed to revel in the attention, only able to cower at the thought of so many eyes on her. Bella didn't feel beautiful in any way. Why would she when the men stared at her as if they had never seen such a creature before? She followed her host's instructions, strutting around the stage, but one man did manage to catch her eye

The man had a gaze that screamed 'keep your distance,' the dark gray color of his eyes contrasting with the lights of the room. He was dangerously handsome, and Bella couldn't help but notice the obvious muscles that showed through his shirt. It was weird for her to ever think about a man; they were nothing but dangerous creatures.

Throughout her life, she spent time in the company of men. They would treat her like a fragile flower—beautiful to look at, easy to destroy—letting her petals wither slowly away until the bud was the only thing left. Breaking her sanity bit by bit until she no longer expressed herself as a human should.

The girls surrounding her were just as silent. Speaking in their home rarely happened. It was either doing what you're told or suffering, never anything in between. Freedom was a senseless dream that many wished to receive. Many girls who were bought got returned soon after use, the cycle continuing endlessly, showing no signs of ending its terrible path.

Bella was fresh meat, goods that were considered most appreciated. She had remained scared for years, though thankful that it wasn't her time to go. Yet now the clock was ticking, and she would be in the possession of a man, one who would be allowed to do anything he wanted. Bella felt around her throat, sensing a tight leash, almost as if it were truly suffocating her.

When she was called by her host, she obediently followed, and they began to lead her to the departure room. Upon arrival, the host left her to sit on a bench at the entrance as he went to get some paperwork for the man who had bought her. Bella's chest tightened with each passing second, trying her best to hold back the tears.

She stared into space, eyes casting down at nothing in front of her, but returned to her senses when she saw two men striding towards her. She kept her head low, waiting for orders. A good girl always kept her head down to wait for the instructions of her master. Bella had learned that the hard way long ago, knowing nothing good came when you looked into your master's eyes.

"Look at me, little girl," a deep, husky voice spoke with a demanding tone. Bella slowly lifted her head, ready to look at the man who gave the order. They held eye contact, causing her breath to hitch at the familiar sight of those dark, piercing gray eyes. She found herself getting lost in them, as a feeling of familiarity struck her senses. And for a minute, Bella truly felt like those cold eyes could be welcoming.

The man stared back at her intensely, quickly taking her by the hand. With a shove to her host, they exited promptly, leaving her once-considered 'home' behind. What was she to expect? She didn't know, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to. It was evident that Bella had become a coward, bred to follow orders.

The car ride was silent as the man typed harshly on his phone, avoiding eye contact with Bella. Jensen did his best to ensure that his boss didn't notice him staring at the girl who was far too tempting to look away from. It was as if she captivated him, and for a second, he forgot that he was working for the devil."

Jensen, you'd better hope you crash this car, or I might have to kill you myself if you keep looking at her," the man spoke without looking up. Bella gasped at his harsh words, once again reminded that the man was dangerous, and disobeying him would be the worst thing she could ever do.

She sure had the best luck, didn't she? Stuck with a man as cold as ice, not afraid to take the life of another. When the car stopped, Bella took a deep breath and then exhaled. She was trying to prepare for everything that could happen, but breathing exercises would never be enough.

What would my future look like?' was the question circling her head. As she looked up at the man beside her, only a sense of impending doom could shape her conclusion. Yet, it was a unique kind of demise. Gazing into the man’s eyes once again, she felt that she would change under his care.