The Harem

Chapter 1

Note from the author: I absolutely did not have any plan on how this story was gonna go, back when I started writing it. I  still don't have a plan. O just remembered that Wattpad exists and that I have drafts saved. So I'm gonna publish these because I never actually published anyof the story😭😭. Anyway, if anyone likes it, I'll continue it. Sorry for any errors at all. English is my third language and autocorrect is a bitch.
- let's get it started.

Fuck my head hurts, wait what's that on my thigh? its......rising up towards my.... crotch? waitttttt

I wake up with a jolt and try to get away from whatever it is that is crawling up my leg. I look down and see that it is a masculine hand. I look up and find a man, somewhere in his late twenties. I am instantly creeped out and try to move back until I realise that I can't. I look towards my hands and legs to see them bound by thick metal chains to the bed that I am laying on. I'm confused and scared until the memories rush back and I remember where I am.

*FLASHBACK*

I am sitting in our rented one bedroom apartment with my brother, our phones in our hands, when my mother calls from the kitchen to come get our dinner. I get up to go get mine and see that my brother doesn't.

"Mum said to come get dinner ", I say.

" I heard it", he replies.

" Well then go get it."

" Worry about your own dinner."

I roll my eyes, knowing that he won't get up and then I'll have to bring his dinner in anyway cuz "it's not going to hurt me to carry one more plate" but its better than arguing with him. Hearing him you would think he's my dad even though he's only 3 years older than me. These are the times I'm happy I don't have a dad. Less drama, honestly.

Hold your horses now, all the people who have good dads probably are so offended but hey, my dad was an asshole. Anything bad you name he's done to my mum.

Drugs? check.

Alcohol? check.

Domestic Violence? check.

Attempting to murder her? Double check.

Asking my mum to abort after finding out he's gonna have a daughter? you get it.

So don't blame me If I hate him, 'kay?

I go to the kitchen ,plate my dinner and move to go back to the room when sure enough she says," Take his plate with you while you're at it". Instead of arguing I just pick up the plate and go back to the room.

I sit down to eat and hear someone coming up the stairs of the house we live in. We live on the first floor. The second and ground floor are built the same and are rented by other people. I ignore it thinking its probably the guy that lives on the upper floor. I'm about to take a bite when more footsteps join the first which is kind of odd considering that the guy living above is like the 'King of introverts'. He never leaves his house let alone have company over. I've only ever seen him when he goes out to get his groceries. I again decide to focus on my food when the footsteps stop right outside our door.

Strange.

We don't have company over because of the lack of space but thinking that they're my brother's friends, I nod at him to go see the door but he just looks at me confused. I point him to the door and he gets up to get the door when suddenly the sound of wood cracking reaches my ears. I poke my head from the room while chewing the bite I had put in my mouth and see my mum do the same thing from the kitchen. And sure enough, there at the door, about 5 men stand, looking inside the apartment with the door in pieces near their feet. My brother screams at them in our native language and they look at him with eyes filled with confusion and annoyance and I realise they're not natives. They look like foreigners and my brother probably noticed the same thing as he starts screaming in English.