Total Drama Action

Dial M for Merger

The clock struck midnight on my watch, signaling the new day. This day, September the fourteenth at 11:45 pm, my mother gave birth to me in the middle of a synagogue. Everyone welcomed and blessed me with prayers in their temples, anointing my head in many fragrant oils, my placenta buried in African soil.

My mother's only daughter, born on a fearful night where she was working the dark streets of Rietgat, hunting for her million dollar bounty. There was a slight inconvenience right as she had her reward in a chokehold. Her water broke and thus I was born another thirty-seven minutes later.

She got two things that night. A healthy baby girl and a lovely reward from the city for catching their most dangerous criminal in the city. She was a hero to them, and a mother to me.

Birthdays were never my thing. I hated the song ritual and the blowing of the candles to make a wish come true. My wish never was granted. And that was to have my family together. However, pagan witchcraft was not celebrated in our household anyway.

For our birthdays we would not have any chores to complete and basically do whatever we want. We would receive a specialized birthday breakfast and then a "Wheel of Woe" to find new ways to learn new defensive skills, or learn a new special technique with a special weapon. We would get to keep the weapon at the end.

Ignoring my negative thoughts about missing my family, I decided to drown them away with a shower to welcome in the new age.

No longer sixteen, but finally, a whole year older. Growing up always sounded scary, but doing it? Even scarier.

I hesitantly turn on the hot water letting it heat up. I couldn't help but hum the stupid birthday song while sliding the towel off my shoulder and over the little hook.

Sliding my silk robe off my shoulders, I threw it over the door before carelessly tossing my tank to the ground. My slides were wet on the bottom when I slipped out of my pants.

(Trigger warning ⚠️ : nonconsensual, sexual scenes that may be found disturbing for some viewers.)

Not even having the chance to reach for my undergarments, my body was forcefully pushed into the steaming shower scorching my skin red hot for me to exclaim and shout in alarm scrambling to turn on the cold to keep my skin from melting off. There wasn't even the chance to turn around to see who it was as I was thrown against the stone cold wall. My slides skid making me stumble over my feet, losing my balance to land hard on my knees.

Water drenched over my curls as it cascaded down drenching my underclothes. Violent hands grabbed my arms to roughly pick me off the ground and throw me against the wall. He started caressing around the nape of my neck to thumb the strap of my bra with two fingers, sliding it down my arm before unlatching the band with his teeth. The touch of a man's hands lay bare against my back, gliding a thick fingernail down my spine causing the hairs on my skin to stand.

Rugged breaths muddled next to my ear as I was pulled back by my throat for him to whisper, "You think Trent could make you feel this good? Not after me, no one will."

Justin's harrowing voice echoed off the walls. He stood up with delight only for me to be crushed by his weight, his warm wet body pressing into mine. He loomed over me, his hands meddling and roaming my body as he yanked at my hair dragging my face under the shower head to retrieve a bunch of water in my lungs.

Coughing did nothing but drown me as my airways filled up with the hot sprinkling water overhead as Justin's hands explored my chest. Gurgling with a mouthful of hot water shouting, "No!" only excited him as his fingers yanked my jaw open for him to push me down with a harsh wince as the hard concrete met my knees once again. The shower rinsed away the blood that pooled around them intermixing with the water.