Run

Chapter 1

A/N- This chapter has a scene that will trigger some of you. I tried not to describe too much, but I like describing things so sorry if it's too much. Enjoy.

Inhale. Exhale. Keep breathing.
Left foot. Right foot. Keep running.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inh-

"Watch out!"
"Aack!" Damn it! Get up! Keep going! Hurry! They're coming!
Why try? They'll just find you. You'll never escape. To them, you're just a toy.

Hold up.
Let me rewind a bit.

《Two hours before》

"Shayla!" Shouted a masculine voice.

The brunette whose name was being called slowly sat up. The chains around her ankle rubbing against the already raw skin with every movement. How did she get here? She didn't really know either, but she remembered that it all happened after her mother had died.

"Yes?"
"Where the hell are you!?"
I don't know, maybe the only fucking place you keep me.
"I'm in my room sir."
"Get your ass down here!"
"I-I can't..." She said lowly.
"NOW SHAYLA!"
"I-I can't." She said a little louder.
"Antonio, go get Shayla."
"Yes dad. Can I play with her a little first?"
"I don't care. Just hurry the fuck up."
"Got it."

A few seconds later Shayla heard the door unlocking and then it being opened. She couldn't see a thing. They kept a blind fold on her. But she didn't need her eyes to know who it was. At this point she already knew.

"Hey pretty baby."
"What do you want now?"
"Come on, I just wanna play." She could practically hear the smirk on his lips with what he said next. "Alright now, you know the drill babygirl."
"Please Antonio, I'm too tired."
"What are you suppose to call me?"
"Toni, seriously...."
"What are you suppose to call me, pretty baby?"
"....dy" was all that was heard from Shayla.
"I can't hear you."
"D-daddy..." she stuttered.
"That's right baby." Antonio said.

Shayla felt a dip in the bed. Antonio had climbed on.

"Stop." She said.
"No, daddy hasn't gotten his fun today."
"Toni, STOP." She said forcefully.
"Did you just raise your voice at me?" He said. His tone changing into one of monstrosity.

Shayla's breath hitched as she heard it. It terrified her everytime she heard it. It reminds her that this isn't the same Antonio she grew up with. Wasn't the same brother that played house and tea party with her. This one, well, this one was a monster made by her father after her mother had died. It changed him. He changed him. The old Antonio was gone, he died with her mother. This was all that remained.

A harsh slap was struck across her face. Her brown skin morphed into a harsh shade of scarlet. She gulped. This was going to be horrifying. In what felt like an instant, Shayla was shoved back onto the matress of her bed, the chain on her ankle pulling against the momentum. A scream tried to emit from her mouth, but before one could a ball gag was shoved into her mouth, forcing it open more. He grabbed her arms and violently yanked them behind her back, tying what felt like a rope around them in a tight knot. The blindfold that was covering her eyes was ripped from her head, a few strands of her curly hair following as her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room. She could see Toni's raven hair. It was cut military style, with a slight fade underneath. His eyes held an agitated lust, one she's sadly familiar with.

After removing his shirt, her panties were ripped from her hips, the fabric digging into her bruised skin. She shut her eyes, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to see what was happening to her. The sound of his belt being taken off echoed in her ears as he pulled himself out. A deep husky moan was exhaled as he slowly stroked his already hardened length. He began rubbing the tip of his cock against her folds. A sharp gasp emitting as he entered her just before the door was opened revealing her father. The alcoholic was tall and would be considered​ slim if it weren't for his potbelly. She could no longer see her dad in him, he saw her differently.