The Fall of Sabbatum

Chapter One

*** WARNING: THIS STORY IMMEDIATELY STARTS OFF WITH SOME INTENSE CONTENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH RAPE, RAPE MENTION, DRUG USE, PHYSICAL ABUSE OF ANY KIND, OR ANYTHING SIMILAR AND IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE IT DO NOT READ THIS STORY. IT BEGINS AND OPENS WITH DARK CONTENT OF THIS NATURE WITHIN THE FIRST FEW LINES AND ONLY GETS WORSE. I HAVE WARNED YOU IN BOTH THE DESCRIPTION AND WITH THIS CHAPTER. I WILL NOT LISTEN TO COMMENTS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE OFFENSIVE NATURE OF THIS STORY. I DO NOT SHARE THE SAME VIEWS AND OPINIONS OF CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, THIS STORY HAS NO REFLECTION OF WHO I AM AS A PERSON. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.****

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Chapter one:

Loraine laid there on the ground, tears streamed down her dirty face, leaving clean trails underneath the dust and dried blood residue left behind on her freckled cheeks. Her bare chest rose and fell in shaky breaths as she choked back sobs, waiting for the man on top of her to finish and let go. He was holding her wrists pinned harshly above her head in one hand while his other hand was rested snugly against her throat, restricting her airways as he forced himself into her. She kept her eyes closed, and tried not to cry because crying only made it harder for her to breath, however it was difficult to keep calm whenever this would happen. She learned to grow accustomed to the strange men that entered her room, she knew that if she obeyed and did as they asked they wouldn't hurt her too badly, and she wouldn't be punished by her parents who were always the ones that let these men into her room. Her and her sisters body paid for their disgusting habits that they had, their obsession that consumed every inch of them, draining them of any humanity and moral values they might've once had long ago.

Mr. and Mrs. Beckette were known junkies around the area. They had little to no money and would resort to selling their twin girls bodies for money to pay for their filthy lifestyle. They would let strange men into the girls rooms at a customers request, they were always paid upfront however, just so to avoid any "free services" that they forced their daughters to offer. Poppy wasn't requested as often as her sister, though the girls were twins they were not identical. Loraine was traditionally seen as the prettier and more coveted girl, so she often had many more men invited into her room. These men would come in, strip her of her pride and dignity then leave her to cry in a puddle of shame amongst other unwanted things they left with her.

When the man Loraine was currently "serving" finally finished, he sat up and pulled on his clothes. He took one last look at her small, trembling form before adjusting his coat and walking out. Loraine sat there and slowly let her sobs grow a bit louder as she pulled her hands back down to cover her face. She slowly sat up after a moment, pulling her knees to her chest as she laid her head down. She continued to cry, she couldn't seem to stop crying. She wallowed around in despair for what felt like hours, only the sound of her door slowly creaking open snapped her out of her anguished daze.

Loraine's body filled with dread as the door slowly opened and a small sliver of light flowed into the room, however that feeling was soon replaced with relief when she saw it was poppy her sister.

"Loraine..?" A light airy voice filled the room, easing Loraine into a small state of comfort,

"Yes..?" She asked, her voice cracking a bit, "do we have a customer requesting us both?" She whispered, fumbling over her words as her eyes welled up with tears once more at the thought of having to service another man. Poppy shook her head, long white hair falling over her shoulders,