Germany's Beginning

Chapter 2

                                                                                        The Happening 

 "Jack, we need to talk." I stated.

"Of course Germany, what is it that's bothering you?" he questioned.

"Why did you kill Erik?" I questioned.

    He looked at me in shock, but his eyes started to get dark and I knew he did it then. He came at me so fast that I couldn't register what was happening right away, he yanked on my arm so fast that my arm started to burn, he was pulling me up the stairs and towards his room, my mind started freaking out, I didn't know what he was planning, all I knew was that this wasn't looking good. 

    He threw me onto his bed, he was able to, he lifted weights and did wrestling in school, all I did was track and a little bit of lifting, he was so much stronger than me. 

"I should kill you for figuring it out, but I don't even know how you figured it out so fast, I mean it hasn't even been 24 hours yet, let alone three hours. So tell me how did you know I was the one?" He yelled.

"I saw a shadow move fast from the rafters and I already knew you despised Erik, and I also saw your shoes in the corner of my eye as I saw the shadow go past." I answered.

"I really wish you didn't say anything Germany." He declared as he was getting something from his dresser.

    When he turned around he had some rope in his hands and my heart started thumping. I started to get off the bed to attempt to get out of the house. That didn't go over to well, I got up and he grabbed my hair and yanked me back onto his bed, jumping on top of me and grabbing one of my arms. He tied one arm to his head board and as he did that, I started to use my other hand and my legs that were behind him to try to get away, I punched, scratched, kneed and attempted to kick him to get him away from me. 

    Nothing phased him, he got my other hand tied to the headboard as well and gagged my mouth so I Couldn't scream. He looked at me smiling a devilish smile and grabbed some scissors, he cut my shirt and bra off, exposing my breasts. He cupped my breasts and slowly began to suck on them. I couldn't believe he was actually doing this, he was raping me. He began to become more rough with my breasts. He than decided that he was done playing with my breasts and ripped my pants and underwear off. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You ready my dear? I know your a virgin and I am definitely not going to be gentle." He laughed.

He took off his own clothes, the last piece he removed was his boxers, he revealed his d**k, and came closer to me and I started to squirm even more and I began to try to scream.

"Scream all you want darling, no one can hear you, my parents aren't home, and my sister is still at school. You see they didn't cancel her school, only ours." He chuckled.

    He then moved in between my legs and looked at me, he wanted to watch my face, my expression. He situated himself so he was at my entrance and stared at me, my eyes pleading with him to stop. He shook his head nope,  and in one second he thrusted himself into me, causing me to cry out as pain went swirling through my body. Pain just kept on coming as he kept thrusting in and out. He was literally raping me, just because I asked him if he killed Erik. He kept going for awhile as what it seemed. He wasn't even looking at my face anymore, he was just enjoying himself. Than i felt it he started to twitch, he finished inside me, but he didn't stop, he continued to go even more, he finished with me after he climaxed three times.

     He left the room to the bathroom, I was trapped on his bed crying. When he returned, he was all cleaned up and came over to my hands and undid them, then grabbed me by the hair before I could react to him. He dragged me to his bathroom and threw me into it with some of his clothes telling me to get cleaned up. I got cleaned up and dressed. I was not going to face him, I looked around and noticed a small window leading to his yard. I opened the window and squeezed myself out the window and ran as fast as I could to my house. 

    I threw open the door, and sprinted down the stairs. I startled my dad who was cleaning up his lab and he went to the vault.

“What caliber do you want me to use?” he asked.

It’s sad that he asked this, I knew he would totally get away with it, and the sad part, I actually wanted him to do it. 

“No sound, a silencer, most painful shot you can do with a silencer, keep him alive, bring him here, and test on him.” I said in all seriousness. 

My father looked at me and nodded. He picked up one of his favorites and loaded it, then headed out the door calling behind him.

“Make sure the cage is well prepared, water bowl in the corner, the rags for the blankets and the old rotting mattress in the corner as well.” he said.   

I got all that rounded up and into our cage that we keep the guard dogs in, looks like they’ll be on guard duty the next few nights or sleeping with me, one of the two.

A few hours had passed and I managed to eat some food. I sit on the couch and watch a few episodes of TV before I heard the car door slam shut, I rushed to the door and saw my dad carrying in his so called laundry bag through the garage door. I ran toward the door and saw him heading down into the lab and I followed. He walked over to the lab and opened the laundry bag to reveal Jack, passed out in it. He hauled the boy up and threw him into the cage. My father then looked at me, he gave me a smile then went back to his station calling to me.

I walked over to him and he pulled out a needle and I sat down on my usual chair and he came towards me with the needle, this blue liquid stuff went straight into my stomach, my father told me that it wasn’t going to do me any harm.

We heard movement from the cage in the corner and looked over to see, Jack, finally waking up, he looked around and saw my father and I, his eyes went wide. He started to scream, thank god our basement, well our entire house is soundproof, we just watched him scream, he screamed for maybe two, maybe five minutes until he finally shut his mouth.

“Welcome to my house, Jack.” I said.

“Why am I here?” he cowardly said

“Why do you think you are here?” I asked with a smile on my face.

“For trying to keep your mouth shut?” he answered with a big grin like smirk on his face.

“Dumb ass. I was never going to keep my mouth shut, I just wanted to hear your explanation before going to the police.” I declared.

My father then walked over to him and stuck him with a red solution, that red solution he used on me once and I told him if he ever used anything red on me again, I'd personally kill him. That red solution is exactly what I thought it was, it had Eric on the ground writhing in pain. We left him with that for the night and both of us headed to bed, knowing we wouldn’t be hearing his screaming through the floors. My father told me he left a note impersonating Eric, saying he has run off due to all the strict rules, and not to look for him, since they will never find him.