Fight Me

Chapter 1: Fear

I found myself curled up on floor in darkness, feeling suffocated. I had been hiding myself under the bed, thinking I might be able to escape from his evil eyes. Just maybe he will spare me for a day. My heartbeat increased rapidly when I heard the click of door. I prayed silently but it fell on deaf ears and in next minute my ankle was pulled brutally, knocking my forehead with leg of bed in process, "Oh princess, there you are?" He chuckled darkly, his hungry eyes taking my shivering form in and voice laced with sarcasm. I held my knees tightly close to chest, "Please don't hurt me." It came out as mere whisper.

My daily pleads were unheard, nobody would listen to them or help me to leave this prison, called as home by peoples. He took hold of scalp of my dark hairs in one of his hand, a yelp escaped my lips. He pulled it harshly downwards so I was forced to see directly in his evil eyes. "I did ask you to accept and start enjoying this." He repeated what he thought is my only fortune. From so much of time this had continued and his courage had increased with time when he saw that I couldn't withstand. This will never end or maybe with me being dead. Tears started forming under my eyes, I was done with this, I can't handle this anymore but I did not have any other option to choose. I did tried killing myself but I was proved coward, I do not know that was it good or bad but nothing changed my life for good.

"GET UP!" His loud voice made me flinch, but I hesitantly stood up on my feet with trembling feet, rubbing forehead all the while.

Pushing me on bed, he locked my hands wide on either side of head board. I shook my head, pleading with my eyes but he ignored it. I know what was coming next, as always I wasn't ready and I never will be. He can't use me as his toy and also let his friends have fun with me or in return of getting business for his organisation.

He went outside the room, leaving me tied up on bed, scared for what was about to happen, just in little of clothing which I know won't stay any longer on my body.

It was time when they came with various type of materials and new ways to torture me.

My estimation was perfect, there came two males following my so called uncle. First one was huge and his head was shaved, his eyes held darkness ready to take everything that could possibly my body will have to offer. Other one's eyes were little confused, maybe he would have thought that this sexual offers were out of consent not rape.

They glanced at my vulnerable form then to table which had various torturer's things kept for their fantasies to be fulfilled. I squirmed in my place trying to back away when my uncle neared along. "She's perfect." The bald guy spoke in hard manly voice. It made me fear for my life, fear to not know what could happen with me. Sweat started forming on my forehead as soon this words were out of his mouth.

I shoot up suddenly, gasping for air and my forehead covered with cold sweat and my whole body was numb. Last thing I remember that I was gagging on that bald man's member down my throat while another man was thrusting hard in my ass and my uncle whipping my back and front with me uncovered in centre. I held my head in between of my hand and closed my eyes trying align my breathing.

Naomi, my room mate rushed to my side, "Are you all right?" She asked keeping hand on my shoulder shaking it slightly. I nodded absentmindedly, when these dreams come, they don't let me have good night sleep. I rubbed my eyes and found that tears were freely falling down my cheeks. Cleaning them with hem of my sweater sleeves, I forced my feet to stand up to go to washroom to be stopped by Naomi. The Blonde tilted her head giving me analysed look, "You need to let it out girl, cry it out, talk it out. You know you can share with me. I am always here to listen to you and I won't judge you on your past even if it has something to do with your present or future---"