Stealing Beauty

Part 13- Welcome

-Natalie-

"No! Let go of me!!!" I thrashed, kicked, and screamed, but it was no use. I was thrown in a cell and tied to a bed. I was given very little information. I was taken from America, and now I'm somewhere in Paris, France, in an abandoned prison. I was given no reason why I was kidnapped. Who was behind taking me, when or even if I was to be released. I doubted it, but it was a nice hope.

Maybe Konnor would come for me...

If he even still loved me.

I laid in the bed, tears staining my cheeks. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. I mean, what else could I do? Play cards? Hell, I couldn't even twiddle my thumbs.

"She's in cell 19."

"Thank you," I heard a female voice say. When she came into view, her face was covered with a mask. It looked like she had green eyes, but when I got a good look, I could tell they were contacts. Who was she?

"Natalie Isabel Robbins. Soon to be Natalie Adams, I guess it won't be soon, however, considering I've been searching all over Texas for your head."

"What do you want from me?" I said, teeth gritted.

"I want to watch you suffer. I want to watch and examine as you go crazy here. I want you to be tortured. I want you beaten so far into the dirt, we have to put you out of your misery."

The woman got really close, and I looked for some familiarity, but there was none. It's like she was a complete stranger to me.

"What did I do to make you so angry with me?" I questioned, trying to make my weak voice sound more stable.

"You've caused a lot of problems, sweet pea. There's just so much that I've heard and experienced, I can't let it go."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Queen, but I'm also your worst nightmare."

With that, she turned on her heels and walked away, slamming the cell door behind her. "She's all yours, Avellino. Welcome the girl however you please."

"Oui, ma reine."

Just then a man entered the room, and I struggled to keep my eyes open.

"Bonjour, Natalie." I got a good look at the man, considering he wasn't wearing a mask. He had a scruffy beard and his breath stank like onions. He wore a purple silk button down shirt, and plain black pants. He had blue eyes and reeked of sweat and women. He was muscular, smoking a cigar. He sat on my bed and placed his hot cigar on the table beside me, as he started to unbutton his shirt. "My name is Avellino, but you can call me whatever you please."

With that, he loomed over my tired body and brushed my hair behind my ear. Suddenly, his lips were on mine, and I nearly barfed in his mouth. He tasted like onions and fish. I grew more and more disgusted as he shoved his tongue down my throat and pressed his rough body against mine. He wasn't being gentle at all as he took his shirt off and started undressing me.

I cried and begged him to stop. I started kicking and squirming, but he was too strong.

"I like a feisty bitch. Those are the best lays."

He unbuckled his belt and threw his pants on the floor. I tried to keep my legs shut as I screamed for help. He tried to push my legs open but I had some fight left in me.

"I tried knocking on the door, and you won't open up. I guess I'll just have to break it down then."

Avellino reached for the table, and he grabbed his cigar. He took a puff, then I watched as he removed it from his mouth and placed the burning part close to my inner thigh.

"Little pig little pig, let me in," he chimed in his sickening French accent. As exhausted as I was, I still fought and kept them closed.

"Or I'll huff...and puff...and blow..your..house..." he waved his cigar around as he chanted slowly, feeling me up with his free hand.

"Down."

With that he stabbed my inner thigh with the lit end of his cigar. I screamed in pain but my muscles wouldn't give yet. Knowing I wasn't so easy, Avellino kept burning me on both thighs several times, until I couldn't take anymore. The muscles in my legs stopped fighting, and he entered me without any problem. Smoking a cigar as he pushed farther in, he didn't take it easy on me once. He shoved and shoved until I felt like I was bleeding. I cried from the pain, but he kept telling me to shut up. I wouldn't, I kept screaming like my life depended on it.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" Avellino yelled over me as he reached his hand up and struck me in the face. "Remind me next time I fuck you, to bring duct tape."

My face burned from the hit, as well as my legs and pelvic area. Everything hurt, and I wondered if it would ever end. I stopped screaming but I still cried. I could feel myself swallowing blood. I was so exhausted and in pain, my eyes started to close. The physical pain was unbearable as my anxiety rose. I started to panic as I cried and my whole body went limp. I could see the world slipping from my grasp as I started seeing black.

"You definitely feel a lot better than all the usual French girls they bring in," he cooed as he leaned in to my neck. "And you smell a lot better too."

I whimpered quietly and wished for it to be over soon. The last thing I remember, Avellino set his cigar back down on the table as he thrashed himself farther into me. Everything went black, and I drifted out of consciousness.  

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A.N.- Sad sad saaaad chapter, but it was published tonight. Lol

As much as I planned on Natalie to be raped, I didn't expect it to be so soon. It won't be the last time, unfortunately. She's going to go through a lot more than just that.

In no time do I plan on revealing the Queen or anything about her. 

Next chapter will most likely be split P.O.V. Natalie will be tortured more but there will be a little bit of positivity. Konnor will gather a team and plan the flight to France and even meet a familiar face.

I'm not giving away all my secrets. :)

Goodnight and good luck as everyone returns to school tomorrow!

XOXO

-Lucky8Girl. <3