005. the smallest man who ever lived tw: conversion therapy, homophobia, abuse, violence, sexual abuse, please read with caution!!
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January 18th, 2023
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Vivianne didn't know how long she was in that van for, but it felt like hours. She was sat down at the corner, legs wrapped around her legs as she was shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at the two men in the back with her. There were multiple duffel bags at the back with them as well, and the men were searching through them, probably looking for something. Vivianne didn't move from her spot once, too scared that they'd hurt her if she did.
The vehicle was still driving, and she could hear the other two men talking at the front, but she didn't know what exactly they were saying.
Vivianne couldn't fucking believe this. She honestly felt like this was a dream and she'd wake up any second, right? But no, this wasn't a dream and she was actually inside this van with random men she didn't no. How could her dad do this? This was fucking crazy. There's no way he'd actually do this to her. No way. Vivianne didn't want to believe it, even though it was all true and actually happening. She looked down to her knees, seeing the bruises forming, since she had accidentally hit them in the vab when trying to fight the men off.
Vivianne sniffled, wiping her nose and staring at one of the men who was already looking at her. He looked around his 30s, and he was tall, had a brown mullet and honestly looked really fucking creepy.
"Don't worry. We're not gonna like kill you or anything." The man joked, letting out a laugh while Vivianne didn't, just looking down to her shoes and feeling tears pricking her eyes again.
"Just let me go." She whimpered. "Please. I won't say anything to anyone."
The two men just laughed at the girl.
"Sorry, but you're not going anywhere until your dad says something."
James's words started to repeat in Vivianne's head over and over, and it wouldn't go away. He said that these men were going to fix her. And she knew exactly what he meant. The men started to talk to each other, Vivianne paying no attention to their conversation, instead, she was looking around the van she was in, trying to find something she can use to maybe defend herself and help her get out of there. But there were just duffel bags, including some boxes as well.
Suddenly, the van came to a step, Vivianne almost falling forward. One of the men grabbed a radio and held it towards his ear, standing up and helping his friend up before opening the back of the van, Vivianne staying exactly where she was without moving. But in the corner of her eye, she noticed some scissors on top of one of the boxes, and she immediately knew what she wanted to do. She slowly looked back at the men and watched them jump outside, and it was completely dark out there. She heard the doors at the front of the van open, and once the men were out, she quickly grabbed onto the scissors and gripped onto it, holding it behind her back so they wouldn't see it.
