chapter 3: Forced😭
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When I woke up, I was in a dark room; I could barely see anything. I was exhausted and scared. My thoughts were focused on my mother, and I kept wondering why they had taken me. What had I done? How did they even know me? All these questions remained unanswered. As I tried to get off the bed, I hit my foot on something and fell. A man came in; he wasn’t one of the men who had kidnapped me, but someone else.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, crying.
He left, closing the door behind him without responding.
Soon after, two girls entered the room, carrying dresses and shoes.
“Hello, new girl,” said one of them, laughing when she saw me crying.
“Sweetheart, welcome to hell. Dry your tears, you'll need them later,” she added.
“Stop it, Aria! Do you think this is funny?” the other girl scolded her. “Good evening, I’m Sara. We’re here to help you get dressed.”
“Where am I?” I asked. “And why have I been brought here?”
“We don’t know. We’re at the camp. We were also kidnapped like you. They won’t hurt you as long as you do what they say. Get up, we’ll help you.”
“They killed my mother...” I said, filled with sorrow.
“I’m sorry. It’ll be okay,” Sara tried to comfort me.
“Listen, Sara, we’re not here to play therapists, okay? Sweetheart, you’re going to take a bath and put on these clothes, or you’ll be in serious trouble,” Aria said and walked out.
“Don’t mind her, she’s disturbed,” Sara said softly.
“What will they do to me? Who are they?”
“They're terrorists. All they know is how to kill. They won’t hesitate to kill you too, so be careful.”
“I’d rather die. They killed my parents. I have no reason left to live…”
“Don’t worry. In time, everyone gets what they deserve. One day we’ll get out of here.”
“Do they hurt you?”
“No. Only at the beginning. Now they just use us to satisfy their desires. We’ve gained their trust; we’ve become part of them.”
I didn’t fully understand what Sara was saying. Despite my pain, I followed her instructions. She brought me a red lace dress and applied makeup on my face.
“You’re beautiful. He’ll love you.”
“Who? Who are you talking about?” I asked, surprised.
“No one. Forget what I just said,” she replied and walked away.
When I tried to follow her, the man at the door blocked me.
A few hours later, he returned and ordered me to follow him.
“To where?” I asked.
“Don’t ask questions. Just follow me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said defiantly.
“I repeat, Miss, follow me or I’ll be forced to carry you.”
“I’m not going anywhere!” I screamed.
He lifted me, but gently this time, and carried me into another building. He set me down in front of a door and asked me to enter. I stepped inside. The room was large and beautifully decorated, like an art collector’s salon. I didn’t understand what they wanted from me, why their “boss” had asked for me, or why he had my mother killed. All I knew was that these men were dangerous.
As I was looking around, I heard footsteps approaching.
“Good evening, my dear,” a voice said.
I turned and found myself face-to-face with a handsome man — tall, strong, and charming. I didn’t recognize him.
“How are you?” he asked.
“I was kidnapped. My mother was killed. I’ve been brutalized…”
“I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“So, you’re the ‘boss’ of these killers?”
“No, they’re warriors, not killers,” he said softly.
He was nothing like what I had imagined. I expected a monstrous man, but instead, he was handsome and composed, seemingly harmless, gentle, and innocent. I couldn’t believe it was him. He even looked young, no older than twenty.
“Sit down, my dear, let’s talk,” he said, and I obeyed.
“What do you want? Do you know me?”
“No, but I want to know you. You’re so beautiful and brave. You caught my eye the first time I saw you.”
“W-What? Where did you see me?”
“I often visit your village. But don’t worry, I didn’t see you at the market or anything like that. I saw you at the swamp, not long ago.”
I was shocked by what I heard. He claimed to love me?! I broke down in tears again. My mother was killed because he loved me? What kind of love was that? I hadn’t even mourned my father properly, and now my mother was gone too, killed by the same people.
“Listen, I mean you no harm. I just want you for myself.”
“You’ll never have me, do you understand?!” I shouted and tried to run, but his bodyguard grabbed me and brought me back inside. The man smiled and said:
“You don’t seem to understand. You belong to me now. I want you, and you are mine, simple as that. And as I said before,” he added, coming closer and kissing my neck, “I don’t want to hurt you unless you force me to.”
“You don’t scare me,” I said, pulling away.
“That’s not my intention. My intention is to make you fall madly in love with me, and I know I will. I’ll steal your heart,” he said calmly. “However, everyone who said they weren’t afraid of me is no longer alive. Just so you know.”
He went to play some music and then came back.
“May I have this dance, my sunshine?” he asked, extending his hand.
Without answering, I sat down.
“You’re stubborn, and I like that.” He clapped his hands, and dancers entered.
They danced for about thirty minutes. I remained silent, paying no attention.
“Why do all my efforts to please you fail?” he asked.
“If you really want to please me,” I said sharply, “let me go. That’s the only way.”
“Oh no, sweetheart. I can give you another kind of pleasure,” he replied, coming closer and cupping my face in his hands, trying to kiss me. I pushed him away and stood up.
He stood too, grabbed me by force, and forced a kiss on me. I pushed him away again and spat in his face. Furious, he grabbed my hair and dragged me to a bedroom, throwing me violently onto the bed.
“Playtime is over, darling,” he said as he lay on top of me, forcing another kiss.
to be continued!
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