Kidnapped By My Father

New Arrival

Two men looked at each other, their words carried down the empty halls and through the cell doors. The girls, s*x slaves, could nearly hear every word.

“She could make us double.” One said, walking next to the other down to Jasmine's cell.

“Probably. Someone will buy her soon.” They'd reach Jasmine's cell, glancing at her frail pregnant body.

Their eyes focused at Jasmine's body, whispering unflattering catcalls beneath their breath. Jasmine felt useless as they unclothed her with their piercing blue eyes. She hoped the chains could cover the most vulnerable parts of her body, her head dropped concealing herself from further torture.

A heavy weight creaked the stairs from above, the men quietly left from the presence of Jasmine's cell. As the person reached the last step, they approached Jasmine in her cell. The leader of these men, the owner of this illegal business, the person she once respected; her father. He reached his hands through the rusted cell bars and cradled her stomach. Jasmine flinched as an unwanted suppressed memory blinded her mind.

“Dad?”

He unlocked the cell door and let himself inside, he proceeded to lock the door behind him. His face stayed emotionless, he seemed not to recognize her.

“Dad!”

He climbed on top of her, his weight crushing her petite body. Her breath was increasing, but was crushed by his hands. He had ripped her shirt, exposing her bare chest. She felt his un-welcomed legs spread and forced hers open. Tears crashed down her face, thoughts burned into her mind, wondering if she was experiencing death. She felt him shove himself inside of her, she screamed and bit but was muffled by his large hands. She looked above her, focusing on the light dangling above, hoping she could make it.

Jasmine looked at her rejected father, stepping away from him. He grinned at her as he inserted a key into the lock to open up the cell door. He was interrupted by all the lights flashing on.

“Lunch.” The man before yelled.

Jasmine's father, Allen, smiled at his daughter replying, “Not for Jasmine, she's coming with me. There's a surprise.”

Allen grabbed Jasmine by her dark curly hair and dragged her up the harsh wooden stairs. As they reached the top of the stairs, Allen pushed her down against the floor. A cry rang out, resembling the voice of a young girl. Jasmine pushed herself up, grasping her pregnant belly as she got up. Disoriented, she tried focusing on the girl in front of her. A gasp erupted from Jasmine, recognizing the girl as her little sister.