Their Obsession

Chapter 1

I stare down at the striped shirt that is laying down flat on the large table, the white numbers neatly placed on the back, showing the number 26. The large letters written in front of me, spelling the name Y/L/N, almost bringing tears to my eyes at the sight i have dreamed of since i was a child.
I carefully pick it up from the top, turning it around and placing a gentle smile on my face. The bright flashes making my eyes squint slightly, but the smile remains as i push away the discomfort.

"Its a pleasure to have you on the team, Y/n." Jonatan states as he turns towards me, holding his hand out, awaiting for me to shake it.
I drop the shirt slightly, holding my hand out as he firmly shakes it, my small hand being covered by his.
"I cant wait" i manage to whisper, my shyness showing towards the nice man, making him chuckle quietly to himself.
"I dont bite, Y/n" he says, smiling gently towards me as he releases my hand from his firm grip.
"I know" i mumble, facing the floor, attempting to cover my face as i walk out of the large room.

I walk with my head down low as i trail slowly behind Jonatan, awaiting my next task.
A door is opened for me as i step through, hearing the loud chatter from many individuals slowly quieten. Finally the room becomes silent, feeling many eyes stare towards me as i continue staring downwards, finding the floor to be rather interesting.
"Ladies" a voice shouts suddenly, making my body jolt slightly, disliking the loud voice of the small man.
"This is Y/n Y/l/n, she will be joining us from now on. Please, make her feel welcome" he says, walking off quickly, leaving me to fend for myself in the large group of older ladies.
"Hi, Y/n" a voice says, as their shoes come into my view, making me gulp, feeling intimidated.
"Hi" i mumble, refusing to look towards them, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
"Im Lucy, Lucy Bronze" she says, still attempting to make polite conversation with me.
I slowly look up, taking in the sight before me. A large gym full of workout equipment that is placed in a neat order.
I see many eyes staring towards me, most with smiles placed on their faces, attempting to ease my discomfort at the situation i had been placed into.
I look up towards Lucy. Her dark brown hair placed into a messy bun, little hairs sticking up randomly as a small bead of sweat falls down her face.
Her t-shirt matches her personality, the sleeves cut off, showing off her muscular and toned arms.
My eyes widen slightly at the politeness of the English woman, knowing her image shows a hardened and intimidating personality.
"I-i know" i mumble quietly, quickly cursing at myself for my forward approach, knowing i just embarrassed myself.
An echo of laughter follows my words as my face turns a bright shade of red, showing my embarrassment.
I see her chuckle quietly at my words, obviously not wishing to laugh loudly, embarrassing me further.
"Not as shy as I thought" she replies, smiking at me as her eyes travel slowly up and down my small figure, making my arm reach slowly towards the back of my neck. I rub it slowly, feeling awkward and uncomfortable at the situation.

"Alright Lucy, that's enough" a loud voice says, jumping down from the equipment, walking towards us both slowly. Her dominant attitude challenging the English woman.
Lucy stands tall, not wishing to back down from the idolised woman, the tension in the room growing thick.
"Leave Lucy" the woman says, standing opposite her, her thick accent showing.
Lucy promptly follows the demands, after a smaller brunette touches her shoulder, gently pulling her away from the potential fight.

"I apologise for my... teammate" the woman says, attempting to ease my discomfort of the strange situation.
"I-its ok" i mumble, now staring directly down, taking a small peak at my watch, showing the late time thats places upon it.
My eyes widen at the sudden realisation of my lateness, cursing at myself in my head, knowing what follows.
"I- i gotta go" i mumble, scurrying quickly out of the room, wishing to leave at a fast pace.
I begin sprinting towards the small wooden shack i call my house, attempting to enter at the agreed upon time.

I finally reach the small house, checking the time on my sports watch, sighing shakily, knowing what follows is bad news.
I quickly hide the smart watch in the large bush, attempting to keep the small gift from the mans greedy hands.
I finally stand face to face with the large door, my hand slowly liftng towards the small handle. I push it down gently, opening it as quietly as i can, already knowing what awaits me is bad news.

I slowly step into the small room. The old wooden walls, coated with mould creating a foul stench throughout the room. A small black sofa is placed directly in the centre of the room, the large patches of brown covering it, showing the wear of the old furniture.
That is all that covers the small room. A long wooden banister placed in the corner of the room, showing the descending stairs towards another smaller room...we don't talk about that room.
I close the large wooden door as slowly as i can, wincing quietly as i hear the loud squeak, alerting anyone inside of my current presence.

"Y/n!" A loud deep voice shouts from the lower room, making my small figure jolt at the sudden noise.
I follow the older man's voice, attempting to avoid any further punishment he may inflict, finding any excuse to injure me physically or emotionally.
I hold onto the long wooden banister, gripping onto it harshly, as i descend down the long staircase towards the man i call a father.

Once my feet finally step onto the solid floor, i lift my head slowly, knowing what awaits me in the small room, having fear fill my body instantly. All hope and wishes of a happy end to the day disappear, a feeling of dread and discomfort evident.
I notice the long metal chains hanging from the ceiling, rust covering it, indicating the length of time they had been hanging. The dark red marks covering the grey stone floor, showing the previous encounters i have had in the terrifying room.
My father stands directly underneath the rusty chains, a small knife placed in his left hand, a large leather whip placed in his right hand. Both hands squeeze tightly on their individual handles, creating a shade of red to appear on the man's hands, a large vein obvious on the hand.

"Come here, now" he states in a calm voice, only fueling the fear that lingers inside of my small body. My hands steadily shaking as i take small steps towards the man, attempting to delay the punishment that is obviously inevitable.
I stand with my head down in front of my 'father', awaiting his other demands...