Owned (Jenlisa)

Chapter Two

"Come here you little bitch."

"No! Let me go, get off of me!" Jennie screamed, fighting against the rough arms that were trying to throw her into a room full of other terrified, trembling women.

"You keep fighting back I'll give you a real reason to kick and scream."

Jennie sobbed. "No. Please. Please I just- I just want to go home."

"Your father put you here to make the lives of the rest of your family better. Be grateful." The man spat, throwing her down on the floor, the brunette curling in on herself as she felt a kick to her side.

"Mom." She cried. "I just-just want my Mom."

"You're never going to see her again-"

"Jennie? โฉมงาม? (pretty girl)" Jennie awoke to a hand on her shoulder, softly shaking her, and she leapt away from the touch, gasping for breath as she pulled the covers of the bed toward herself, as though it could act as a shield between her and the danger.

In her panic, she could barely focus, until a soft hands reached out, and a fingertip grazed over the back of her hand - which she immediately pulled away - and then eventually she could make out that Lisa was kneeling by her bed, in a sleep shirt, hair combed back and damp, as though she'd just showered.

"It's just me, Jennie. You're safe." Safe. That was something Jennie had convinced herself she would never feel again.

Her eyes were still extremely wide, and she'd become hyper-aware to all the sounds around her, flinching at even the tiniest changes in volume.

"Jennie, did you have a nightmare? Is that what woke you?" The questions made Jennie curl up further, hands moving to cover her head as she muttered something unintelligible.

"Was it flashbacks, sweetheart?" Jennie trembled at the word, and Lisa sighed - she'd been expecting this given the condition the brunette had been in, but it still made her feel absolutely awful that the girl was going through this and there wasn't a lot she could do about it.

"Jennie, would you like a hug?" Lisa watched as the brunette shook her head vigorously, and so she nodded, murmuring "okay, it's okay" over and over.

"How about I hold your hand? How does that sound? You can take it away any time you want?" The brunette lifted her head just a little at that, breaking Lisa's heart just that tiny bit more at the sight of her tear stained cheeks and bruised eyes.

"Y-You promise?" The girl asked, and Lisa nodded slowly, smiling. "I promise."

The brunette slowly began to slide her hand across the sheets, toward Lisa's. It got so so close, before something came back in a flash.

"Let go! Please let go." Jennie whimpered as the man grabbed her wrist, nails digging into her palm so hard that it drew blood, and she couldn't seem to escape.

She was soon yanked to a rough chest, eyes burning down menacingly into her own.

"You don't get to decide anything here- you listen to and do everything we say. Your opinions, your thoughts, your pain - none of them matter - you're pathetic."

She ripped her hand back faster that she could even comprehend she could move, tucking it into her chest, as though to sooth it, remembering the burning pain of the man's nails.

"P-Please don't hurt me." She croaked, and Lisa sighed, understanding now why her colleague thought it best for Jennie to have private support.

"It's okay, โฉมงาม. It's okay." Lisa cooed, voice calming Jennie's nerves just a little, but her presence still made her feel uneasy.