A Change of Plans & Heart

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I slowly began to wake up, and I had never been so afraid in my life. I was tied by both wrists and ankles to a huge, bright red bed. I tried to sit up, but the chains were too tight. I looked around the room as much as I could see. I was in what seemed like a luxury hotel villa. The walls were black and it was decorated with bright, blood red furniture. I couldn't imagine why anyone with this much money, which was apparent based on the furniture and décor, would need to kidnap anyone. I looked the other direction and my heart dropped. There, lined up on the wall, were a line of racist, white power flags. I knew exactly where I was... A gang, if you will, called the Neos. By far they were the most powerful in the city. I knew where I was, but I had no idea why... I heard a door slam and a tiny, almost inaudible click of a lock. My heart was pounding out of my chest. A tall, blonde, model-esque man entered, wearing fitted black washed jeans and skin tight bright red leather jacket. He stopped at the edge of the bed and peered down at me. He had the brightest blue eyes and white blonde hair I had ever seen. Brighter eyed and blonder than I was. I was shaking. I was confused, scared to death, and captivated.

"Name?" he demanded.

"Callista," I stammered. Something just told me it wouldn't benefit me to start asking questions or demanding release.

"Callista, before we begin, let me explain why you're here," he said. I shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm a neo. I'm sure you've heard of us. You, my love, are in the heart of our society. Our home. We've been watching you, following you, profiling you, for a long time now. Our interest in you, Callista is simple; you portray everything we stand for," he leaned over and stroked my face. "purity, beauty. You're the perfect jewel of the ultimate race, the Aryan," he said, grinning.

"No, I don't understand. Let me go! I won't say anything!" I cried. He sighed.

"You're a lucky girl, you know," he said, crawling up onto the bed and positioning himself over me.

"You're a sight seldom seen, and I couldn't pass you up. I'm the leader, and you're to become my new leading lady," he said devilishly.

"No! I don't want to. I just want to go home!" I protested.

He reached into his back pocket and took what I recognized as a condom out if his pocket, and laid it on the bed.

No, Ican'tdoitthisway...

"Please! No! I'm a virgin!" I shouted. He froze.

"Are you lying to me, Callista?" he asked demandingly.

"No, it's true," I said, as hot tears began streaming down my face.

"So I get to break you in myself, and in the eyes of the Father, we're together forever," he said, licking his lips. I couldn't imagine why, but I didn't hate him. He was so captivating. Those beautiful sky blue eyes, and that perfect platinum hair. He sat back on this knees and took his jacket off. He looked like a sculpted angel. WhatamIthinking?! my thoughts struck me. I was about to be raped by a gang member! I'm fucking kidnapped and about to be raped!  How could I possibly find him attractive?!

"Now, if I let you go, will you stay, or run?" he asked. I though for a second. If I said run, he wouldn't let me go, but I sure as hell wanted out of there.

"If I stay, will you not touch me?" I pleaded.

"I suppose I can initiate you first, but you're only delaying the inevitable, Callista," he said, backing off of the bed and taking a key off of the coffee table.

"It's Cali. Please call me Cali," I said. He gave me a quizzical look.

"Hm," he mumbled. He approached the upper end of the bed and stared down at me, stroking my hair. He unlocked the padlock that was holding the chain on my right wrist. I shook the chain off and cracked my knuckles. He did the same with the other three and I stood up and began investigating the room.

"Make yourself at home," he said, sitting down provocatively on one of the leather chairs, "since this is your new home," he said, smiling. I was still unable to comprehend the situation I was in.

"You see, we're not Bloods or Crips. We have class, power and money. You're in one of LA's most high end penthouses on top of a fifty story hotel on top of a ten level parking garage. The whole lot is owned by and full of us, and only us. This is our society. You're a part of us now. You should be honored that this privilege was granted to you," he said. I turned around and looked him dead in his beautiful eyes.

"You call this a fucking privilege? I was kidnapped, almost raped, and am told that I'll be captive for the rest of - " I was cut off when he slapped me across the face.

"You were recruited, not kidnapped. I was demonstrating my power over you, not raping you, and by the looks of it, you don't know your place yet," he said, pushing me down onto the bed. I tried to sit up but he pinned me down. He held both of my hands above my head with one hand and slid his other hand up my shirt. He gripped the middle of my bra and pulled it over my head with my shirt all at once.

"No! I'm sorry!" I cried. It did me no good...

He slapped me across the face again. Briefly letting go of my hands, he ripped my top off and threw it on the floor. He grabbed my hands again and swiftly slid my pants and underwear off without even unbuttoning or unzipping anything. He pinned my arms down at my sides with both hands and stared down at me with glitter in his eyes. This isn't how I pictured my first time to be. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and slid them and his boxers to his knees. He picked the condom up off of the bed, opened it, and put it on, all with one hand. He lined himself up and looked me in the eyes.

"Ready, angel?" he asked. Ready? How could I be ready for this?

"Be careful," I pleaded. He slowly started to go in when I screamed with pain. Without warning, he pulled back out and thrusted the whole way in at once. The pain was unbearable. He kept pumping in and out and I kept shrieking. After what seemed like an eternity, I shattered and collapsed under him like he wanted me to. I'd never admit how good it felt.

"You're perfect," he whispered, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. He stood up and put all of his clothes back on.

"Now what?" I gasped.

"Get dressed, and come with me," he said. I tried to get up, but it hurt so bad. I struggled to redress myself. He silently led me down a long hallway of closed doors to one that was marked with the number thirty three. He unlocked the door with a code and we stepped in. He closed it behind us of course. It looked like a hospital room. He snapped and two other beautiful blonde men picked me up, sat me down in what looked like a dentist chair, and strapped me in. The bigger of the two held out my left hand and wiped it off with a wet, white cloth. I shrieked.

"What is going on? Help me!" I screamed. The smaller one turned around with a scalpel in his hand and I passed out.