This Never Happened (Olympus Drive Chronicles)

Part 1 - If someone suggests you go and kill a lion do not say 'yes'

Yeah. So. I got enslaved. For nine years. It was  supposed to be longer. You see, the way my father figured it, I couldn't try to kill the evil bitch if I was enslaved on another continent (never mind which one) and I could still be alive and he could still visit me and such, but I wouldn't be killing anyone or hurting anyone or the like.

So.

He sold me into slavery. No, not officially like. Not like the slave trade just one individual person who was very hard to seduce. But, if I've learned anything in this fucking family, the slut gene works hard. Very hard. And though it was a slow burn, I prided myself on fucking my way out of that situation. That is not the optimum way to escape captivity, by the way. And if you are ever forced to live as a woman and be an indentured servant I recommend you find some other way out of that situation.

Anyway. Not the first time I had to slut my way out of a captivity situation (college was kind of weird, now that I look back on it). Which is weird in and of itself that it happened twice, but let's stay on topic.

I fucked my way out of that situation after a decent amount of time, and attempted to escape. I'm not saying I got very far. I'm saying I attempted.

"I don't know who you are," I say, resignedly, standing by the dirt road as the big land rover pulls over.

"Get in," Dara hops out. Dara is one of the Rhea-girls. She was only like seventeen, which is why she wasn't driving, but it did not mean she wasn't in charge. Dressed in faded jeans and a dark pink pull over, grey eyes flashing, she looked vaguely threatening, as she always does when you look too close.

"Look, I just slutted my way out of captivity again, I've had a long day," I say, shrugging.

"We know, everyone knew you were doing that by the way---" Juno says, leaning out of the driver's seat. College was treating her well, though she still had pudgy cheeks and too tight jeans. She had her dark hair loose around her shoulders, and her eyes flitted up and down me like she'd never seen someone in drag and broken chains walking down the side of a dusty highway (I realize as I write that she probably hadn't).

"I'm not gonna ask who 'everyone' is. You two kidnapping me?" I ask.

"Pretty much, come on," Dara says, basically tugging me into the land rover.

"Can I just go home?" I ask, despite not having a home. I could go and see Isaac. He had been very concerned about the entire enslavement thing. So were our parents, who did not think I was still alive.

"That's the idea, so, our father has agreed not to enslave you again, provided you do some things that will prove to him and everyone that you're capable of being a responsible citizen," Dara says.

"Unlike the rest of you garbage people?"

"Uhuh, pretty much."

"Okay, cool, what do I have to do?" I ask, rubbing my face.

"Um," Juno says, fiddling with the car controls.

"So, I wrote everything down, and you've totally got this—," Dara, flipping through a notebook.

"What? What do I got?"

"So um---the first thing they want you to do is kill a lion."

"What like, in a zoo? That's mean? I'm a pretty good shot, but all right."

So I didn't know this, but it turns out there are man-eating lions various places in the world. These lions wander on out of the bush, and get a taste for human flesh. Then they keep at it, so they're a menace. So eventually, someone has to be sent along to kill that lion that's terrorizing people. Anyway. That's when some weird fucked up Gender and Sexualities Studies professor volunteers his bastard-undead-son and a baseball bat to deal with said lion problem.