Nate, my older brother, teased me about being weak and girly like usual, our mother was making dinner while we sat outside. I was 12 at the time. Everything seemed normal, he would pull on my ears and laughing as i screamed at him calling him names, but he soon stopped laughing when large dark shadow loomed over us from behind me, it seemed to have gotten very dark out suddenly and Nate seemed scared, but he knew what to do. He pulled me away and behind him growling protectively, i covered my head cowering like i always do. The sound made me whimper when Nate yelped and fell to the ground. I slowly turned to see his head turned backwards staring at me, i tried to get up and run but the man grabbed me, i screamed and kicked but he wouldnt let go. He took me inside and i saw my mom crying on her hands and knees. "mommy!!", i screamed kicking more but she didnt look up. The man set me down forcing me to my knees grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling my head back. A much bigger man walked in looking at us and then outside, a deep, loud growl filled the quiet room, "why is there a young man dead outside? we are supposed to kill only the elders and men!", he spit a little and everyone flinched when he yelled. He walked over to my mother and with his foot pushed her face up, he smirked and i struggled again making him look at me, he walked over and lightly grabbed my chin, he leaned down close to my face and i jerked my head away. His glare burned into my skin and i hear him snarl, "teach her some manners, we cant have you messing up when we sell her". My eyes widened as the man holding me pulled me to my feet and pushed me to my room, he slammed the door shut locking it and threw me on my bed.
(might be an R rated moment for some so skip if you feel too uncomfortable)
He got on top of me and i began to struggle under him, he grabbed my wrists holding them with one hand over my head. I whimpered as the other slid down my chest and lifted up my shirt and tears sting my eyes. I felt a rip and then my shirt was gone, then my bra, i began to scream and struggle again when he slid his hands down between my thighs rubbing me. More tears came as he got handcuffs out cuffing me to my bed and took my pants off. He got undressed and i looked up at the ceiling, i didnt want to watch what was about to happen. I felt him rub me roughly and i screamed again, "stop!! please!!". He reached up grabbing my throat and i stopped only whimpering and crying now. He pulled my panties off and i heard him chuckle, "your very wet, naughty girl must've liked it". I blush and yelp when he inserts a little too quick and begins thrusting. I scream again, crying out but that makes him go faster. "stop it!! it hurts!!", i grab the bars and try pulling myself away but he grips my thighs harder and i yelp. He goes harder and i start to feel tired from mixed emotions, it did feel good, but i wanted it to stop, i didnt want this, i hate this. I relaxed and layed there, staring dazed at the ceiling as he grunted, thrusting fast and hard into me.
(ok all done) -time laps-
I felt my body being lifted but i was still too dazed to look. i was set down on a soft blanket a few minutes later and saw skinny bars. A cage. They closed and locked me in throwing a blanket over the cage making it pitch black, i fell asleep instantly.
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