Summer Camp

Chapter Ten

Fuck you, Fuck You very very much

Cause we hate what you do,

And we hate your whole crew, 

So please don't stay in touch,

~Fuck You Lily Allen

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*Cayla's POV*

"You," said Elliot, pointing directly at me. A scream reached it's way to my throat as guards started ushering us out. I wouldn't move, I couldn't, I didn't want to leave with some old creep. I scream ripped out of me as a guard grabbed my shoulders. The man shoved me hard, and I flew into someone in front of me before falling.

"Get up bitch," said that guard who had pushed me, he grabbed my arm yanking me to my feet. I pulled my arm away from him, crying out in pain. I walked forward, following the other. We were led through the maze part of the castle in the back, and out into the open. Two white vans were outside with open backs, they looked the same as the ones back when we were kidnapped at the camp. 

All the girls got on, some were crying. I paused before getting in. If I got on without a fight, I might never get free.

"Get in," said an old man who had just hopped out of the front seat of the van. He didn't wear a guards uniform. The man looked about 60 with grey hair, and crooked teeth. The old man pushed me to the door, smacking my ass.

"Get the fuck in," he growled, "I'm not in the mood for sass." I jumped in running to the back of the van by all the other girls as the man reached out for me again.

The truck soon started moving, and I plopped down on the ground. The van was moving fast, and every bump sent us up and down. I thought that the van would be along ride, but it seemed like we stopped only 30 minutes after getting in.

The back door opened, and light surged into the van. The old man who had smacked me, grinned at us.

"Come on out ladies," he said, with a toothless grin. We all ran out as soon as we could. We weren't that far from the castle, I could see it in the sky behind us. Now we stood on a rich looking street, fancy houses lined to road, and we were at the end. The building in front of us was big, it looked like a restored barn. The barn was sitting next to a house, and I guessed that Elliot lived there.

"In the barn," said the old man, he herded the fifteen of us inside easily.

I entered the barn, I wasn't surprised at what I saw. It was a large room, there was a stage on one side, and rows of chairs on the other side.  It was a fashion show, but instead of buying clothes it was people. 

Tears filled the barn, as we all knew what are fate was becoming. Each guard took three girls, forcing them into skimpy outfits.

I pulled a pink crop top on, my breasts spilling over the top, I was forced into a skirt, and lined up on a wall.

"You will walk on that stage, and you will show the men what the want to see, If not you will be shot," Elliot spoke, a gun in his hand. He look much more terrible than he had this morning flustered before the King.

Everthing went awfully fast. I was walking on the stage over a hundred men shouting at me. Telling me to bend over and take my top off. Tears feel on my face, as some man ripped me off the stage, signalling that he had won me.

 I cried and cried looking at the ugly man holding me captive. I was thrown in a van and brought to an ugly house. I was carried inside still crying.\

He yanked me into a small room, it was plain with only a bed in it. On the side of the bed sat a gun, and what seemed to be a soilder's uniform.

He through me roughly onto the bed, running his hands over my body. I was hopless too do anything as he pinned me to the bed.

"How many kids are we gonna have wifey," he asked in my ear. I let out a muffled scream as he pulled off my clothes. I cried as he kept my still, taking off his own clothes.

I was his and he was going to claim me, claim me like the fucking pedophile he was.