For Vengeance

PROLOGUE

Note: WARNING: Some of you might not be comfortable with the content in this chapter. This chapter contains non-consensual actions and references to rape. So, please if you are younger than 16, stay away. Or if this bothers you, don't read this. You have been warned. Don't come whining later.

I smiled and pushed him against the wall as I slammed my lips against his. He chuckled and kissed me back with fervour. His hands roamed over my body, showing his appreciation for it by releasing a moan against my lips.

He loved my body and I revelled in his attention. I smiled against his lips as we broke apart to share a glance with each other. He smiled at me. I smiled back.

His hand crept up, brushing past the side of my breast. It rested against the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him more access. I loved the tingles he was leaving behind. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck and flushing my face. I looked down, shyly.

Everything else happened in a flash. His grip tightened on my throat and we were in his bedroom. He pushed me back and I stumbled, toppling backwards towards his bed. I tried to get up but someone held me down.

No. No. No.

It was happening again... it wasn't supposed to go down like this. I tried to speak but nothing came out except for screams.

"That's right, baby, scream for us."

And I did.

He grinned. His face seemed to warp in front of my eyes, his smile seemingly stretching across his face. I tried to even out my breathing and tried to figure out if it was in my head or real. He started strangling me again. I tried to get out of the hold but hands seemed to be holding me down in various places. I couldn't tell how many people surrounded me, it was all a blur as he cut of my oxygen and they started ripping away my clothes.

I screamed again. Maybe someone would hear me and come to help...But no one came.

I was shivering. They were shaking me. They wouldn't leave. They'll kill me. I turned and curled up in a ball. This is my end...

"Brittany! Wake up, honey."

No, I won't. It'll just be harder to shut everything out again.

Someone shook me again. "No, no, no," I muttered. The person pulled me up in a sitting position.

"Look at me, love!" he said firmly. His voice was familiar. I slowly opened my eyes.

It was my brother.

"Ivan...?"

"Yes, love. It's me. No one else. Just me," he replied, tenderly. I scooted closer to him but didn't make a move to embrace him. He understood my hesitation and just put his forehead against mine. I tried to sync my breathing with his rhythmic one.

We stayed silent for a few minutes before he lifted his head and looked me, fondly, in the eyes.

"The car is ready to take you to the airport. C'mon, I'll grab your bags. You go wash up, honey."

I nodded.

Finally. I couldn't wait to leave this wretched place. I had to hope...that maybe...maybe he wouldn't follow me.