Her first, her last, her only

Chapter 1

This is my first attempt at writing anything so please be kind. I am happy for constructive criticism and advice but please don't be nasty and be respectful of each other. I am still writing the story but plan to upload weekly for the first 6 or 7 chapters. If you like what you read please vote.

All spelling is English (UK).

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5 years ago

Julia sat on the sofa in shock, her step father Tommy was talking to the tall Russian man who was stood in their living room. Julia had only been home from the hospital for an hour when Tommy dragged her downstairs in her nightdress.

"Look I know she is nothing to look at but stick her in a hole for a couple of weeks and that body fat will melt away. I promise you she's a virgin; you could make a packet with the right guys."

Julia felt sick, her mum had only died a few hours ago and her step father was trying to .... She curled up on the sofa, shaking as the Russian ran his eyes over her. Tommy sensing that things were not going his way yanked her up, his fingers digging into her upper arm. He started to pull up her night dress exposing her private parts.

Julia had been in bed, having only been home from the hospice for an hour when Tommy had come in and dragged her down stairs. She struggled and cried out, trying to get away but only got a backhand across the face for her troubles, sending her to the floor. she lay there, her legs still exposed as she tasted blood on her lips.

The Russian turned away.

"Virgin or not she's not thin enough or pretty enough and you don't have time for her to lose the fat to get your debt paid off."

The attention of both men in the room was distracted by more men coming in. Tommy paled and began to sweat.

"Callum.." he stuttered. They clearly weren't with this first guy and more terror ran through Julia as

A tall man with short dark brown hair and green eyes eyed him coldly.

"Mr Tiernan, I didn't expect to see you today."

Julia knew Tommy was scared. He usually blustered about, puffed up like a peacock, trying to impress everyone with his lifestyle, now he was pale and sweaty. Thankfully Julia had not had much to do with him in the 3 years he'd been married to her mum and after tomorrow she was hoping she would never have to see him again, well not until her mum's funeral, whenever that would be.

"Grigori, it's a surprise seeing you here. Do you also have a claim?" Callum's eyes flickered over Julia as still sat on the ground, tugging her night dress down in an attempt to cover herself up.

"No claim, he contacted me an hour ago saying he had something to sell to raise some cash. Turns out he's trying to sell his daughter." The Russian looked her up and down "there's no deal, despite her age they want something pretty, it'll costs us more than she'd worth to take her. I hear he owes you though." He nodded to the 3 men with Callum Tiernan and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Callum Tiernan turned to Tommy. His stare was cold and hard.

"I believe the current debt is £54,678. We'll be generous and lose the odd pennies."

The other men snickered, but Callum's face never moved. Tommy shifted nervously.

"Look my beloved wife just died; can't you give a guy a break?"

When no answer was forthcoming Tommy started to babble nervously.

"How about I make a deal with you guys? You guys are always looking for fresh meat and she'll make money for you. I mean there's a market for fucking fat women. There's market for fucking anything out there. Come on guys, I've always been good for my money." Tommy whined and cajoled, trying desperately to get some leeway.