Trapped by fate

Chapter 1

I had a wonderful childhood. I was always a smiling child with loving parents. They were the most wonderful people under the sun, who would have been willing to drop blue from the sky if I asked them to. We always went on trips once a month. We'd hike in the woods or forests, camp, rock climb, kayak, take balloon rides, or tandem skydives. I have so many wonderful experiences that few kids my age have. My mother was a charming, athletic woman who always took care of her appearance. She had beautiful blonde hair, slightly curly by nature. Azure blue eyes and beautifully thick eyelashes. Daddy had dark green eyes in contrast, thick, brown, longer hair, which he sometimes managed to make into a little bun. He had a longer stubble that he was proud of and constantly maintained. His mother and I used to make fun of him for being able to spend more time in the bathroom grooming his beard than Mom did with her hair. His body was hard and veined. Sometimes when he picked me up from school, I'd see the other moms peeking at him. I was an only child, so we were very close, and that changed one day. I came home excited. It was Friday, and that weekend we were going to go to a cabin on the lake where we were going to have jet ski lessons and surfing lessons on the grounds. Plus, it was my fifteenth birthday, so they had a wonderful party planned. Just like every year. But since we were going away, I couldn't invite any friends. Actually, I didn't mind that much. I was happy with just the two of them. I came home smiling from ear to ear, but as soon as I entered the living room, my smile disappeared. My parents were sitting on the sofa and a tall, dark-skinned man sat across from them. Even sitting down, I could tell he was very tall. I was intrigued by the scar on his neck. It was long, almost across his neck, raised and pink. When I stopped in the doorway, they both looked at me. The man didn't turn around. I couldn't decipher their looks. It was as if they had suddenly become the rocks we had climbed together. They sat stiffly, almost emotionless. I didn't know what was going on. My first thought was that one of them was sick. My first thought was always the worst case scenario. I was so worried about them. We stared at each other in silence for a while. "Is everything all right?" I wanted to say it louder, but my concern for my parents' health took my voice away. The man finally turned around. He looked me in the eye, then ran me from head to toe and back again. A slimy grin appeared on his face. "Absolutely." His voice was deep, reminiscent of the rumble of a large, church bell. I looked back at my parents, and took a few short steps in their direction. The man stood abruptly. I stopped, and stared at him. He was, at least, half a meter taller than me. He stepped closer. I don't know why, but I felt like crying. I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes as the tears tried to find their way out. My eyes darted between him and my parents. I had no idea what was going on. Everyone was acting strange, and no one had any explanations to offer. My parents were holding hands. They were holding on tight because I could see their knuckles had turned white. "So what the hell is going on?" My tone sounded firmer now, and to my surprise, rougher. "It gets better Evy." I'd never heard such a tone from my mother in my life. It was so dry it was hollow. Empty, emotionless. I looked at her in surprise. "What are you talking about? Dad?" I shifted my gaze to my dad, who looked like a rock, but his eyes clearly said he was on edge. "I don't think there's any point in prolonging this, so let's take it at a hop." The man said this in a voice as if stating that the morning paper hadn't arrived. "My name's Derek. My parents can't take care of you anymore, so we made a deal that prominently features you little one. You don't have to pack your things, and there's no need to say goodbye either. Maybe you'll come back here eventually." He grabbed my arm and pulled me away. I was so confused that I didn't have time to ask questions, defend myself, or do anything to save myself. To save my life. I just turned my head to my parents, staring at them open-mouthed in disbelief as Derek dragged me out of the house. I finally realized what was happening and yelled at my parents. They didn't move. I turned to Derek, trying to break free from his grip. When that didn't work, I started screaming, kicking him, hitting him with my fists, but he didn't react to any of it. Just a disgustingly satisfied smirk spread across his face. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and punched him as hard as I could. After a moment, however, I was forcefully loaded into the car and someone's hands grabbed me from behind under my neck as Derek got in beside me. I didn't see my parents. They were probably still sitting on the couch, staring into space the way they had when the stranger had dragged me out of our family home. I didn't understand anything. After a few seconds, I realized I was starting to choke. I quickly grabbed the hand holding my neck with both hands and tried to pull it away, but its grip only grew stronger. I struggled for a moment before I felt the lack of oxygen slowly preventing my body from moving. Derek looked at me, then looked at the person behind me, and nodded his head slightly. My neck was free. I took a deep breath and slowly felt my body start to get blood flowing again. Derek reached out, and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. There was so much emotion in his eyes that I couldn't decipher it. "We're going to have a lot of fun together." He said in a gruff tone. I gathered my strength and slapped him across the face. He looked at me for a while. His face turned stony and I tensed up. I knew I was in trouble, but I just couldn't stop the adrenaline rush. He straightened his back and clenched his jaw. We stared at each other in silence for a moment. Then, to my surprise, he chuckled. A second later, he grabbed my hair and pulled me to him. I cried out in pain. He turned me over so that my back was against his chest. I had no idea how he did it with just one hand. "You're going to be a lot of fun." He said and sniffed my hair. A strange sound escaped his throat. A kind of deep growl. I don't know how else to describe it. He grabbed both of my hands with one hand, and twisted them hard behind my back. Then he threw his leg over mine and swung it out to my side. I screamed in pain again. His accomplice, who I had only just noticed, grabbed my other leg so I couldn't kick with it. As I'd noticed, he looked a lot like Derek. He just had a slightly smaller build and his eyes were light brown, unlike Derek's black eyes. I tried to fight back for a while, but it only led to more pain. I gave up and exhaled sharply. Derek squeezed my cheek with his hand. He leaned over me and informed me that I would be great material as a toy. WHAT?! I didn't have time to process it before I felt his hand slide down my body. I felt sick. He got his hand under my shirt and started squeezing my breast. It was disgusting. A wave of disgust and hatred went through my body. "Get your hands off me, you disgusting piece of shit." It came out of me mindlessly. His grip on my breast intensified. I hissed in pain. I felt his nails dig into my skin. His hand loosened and began to slide lower. I tried to struggle, and slip out of both men's grasp. I didn't feel the pain now. Fear and panic took over. His hand slowly found its target. As he dug into my panties, my body gave out of service, and I just froze. He stroked my inner thighs for a while. Then his finger began to run over my outer labia, and finally found my clit. I twitched, unable to speak. After all, I'm only fifteen years old. Why? I just watched his accomplice's face, which was emotionless. He looked like he'd done it several times before. Derek's hand gradually circled my clit. Finally, he gripped my vagina tightly in his hand. He pulled it painfully and I tried to give him the head. His grip loosened momentarily and another grunt came from his chest. This time it sounded threatening. Goosebumps rose up my body. He removed his hand from my underwear and loosened his grip. I felt helpless. He let go of my limbs and his accomplice mimicked it. He sat me up straight, facing him. Tears started streaming down my face as I realized that I certainly shouldn't expect any other behavior from them. I stared into his eyes with a blank expression. The car began to stop. I couldn't see anything through the tinted windows, unfortunately, but I was afraid of what would be waiting for me outside. At the last moment, before the driver turned off the engine, I felt a small prick on my arm, and then everything went black.