Forced into Fantasy

Chapter 1 - Helpless

Ivy;

I open my crystal blue eyes and scan the room around me, to my surprise finding a somewhat familiar scene. Smooth stone walls, a massive roaring fireplace flickering wildly off to the side, and finally there he is. The man who melts even my hardest exterior and causes my core to moisten at only the mere sight of him.

His name is Adomis... and he will be the death of me.

With his great muscular body and dirty tan colour skin, I watch practically drooling over him as he sits chatting with several of his men casually around a large wooden table located right in the centre of this drafty place.

Oh, how I HATE him!

These bastards actually have the audacity to go on enjoying themselves, drinking and laughing even after the recent raid they had just perpetrated on my peaceful village; my home, only hours earlier! Hundreds of my friends and fellow villagers pointlessly massacred and for what? So these arrogant fucks can sit here drinking and laughing? Oh how I wish I could make them pay; every single one of them!

My legs are frozen and I look down to realise why. I'm currently kneeling down on a cold stone floor in a long torn white dress, stained with sweat and wafting with the stench of fear.

As I try to move my hands down I let out a slight gasp as I suddenly feel the cold steel embrace of the iron shackles wrapped around both of my tiny wrists. Looking up, my suspicions are confirmed much to my disappointment and even as I try to pull at the long chains that my restraints are attached to, I find they're fastened too tightly. Its no use, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

Now I can feel the fear beginning to stir from deep within me. I can already feel my pulse rapidly increasing with each shallow breath I take into my lungs. Its difficult to prevent myself from panicking, but I try pointlessly to control my emotions and not freak out, given my current situation.

So I'm chained to a wall, wearing nothing but a thin, revealing dress... So I've been taken prisoner by a vile and ruthless killer and his army of loyal followers... So what? There's no reason to panic, right?

Wrong!

Just as I begin to calm myself, one of the more eager of the soldiers loyal to Adomis casually marches over towards... us?

That's when I notice the other girls all chained to the wall either side of me! There are three others, all local girls I recognise from my village! Now I can feel my stomach doing somersaults and an overwhelming wave of nausea consumes me and I struggle to breathe.

What the hell is going on here?

Before I can open my mouth to even enquire, the soldier stops before the woman to the far left and smirks as he begins unlocking the shackles holding both her hands above her head.

Then I realise it; I recognise her! Her name is Bridgett and she's the nineteen year old daughter of the local baker in our village! With her incredibly petite frame and large brown puppy-dog eyes, she looks far younger than she actually is and unfortunately for her, far more vulnerable as well.

The other girls all seem terrified and cower whimpering as the soldier unlocks one of Bridgett's shackles, then working on the next to release her from her iron restraints.

But their fear is nothing in comparison to Bridgett's!

"No please..." she whimpers beneath him.

Her head turns and her wide brown eyes stare back at me with desperation as she pants her fearful breaths rapidly, over and over. I can see her entire body visibly shaking as the last shackle is released from around her left wrist and she falls down onto both her knees, immediately crawling away from the soldier in a feeble attempt to escape him.