His Choice

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My father's here, my real one, and my mother. We're in a small wooden boat called Mary Ann, slowly drifting in the middle of the ocean. My mother is laughing and my father is holding her with a huge smile. It's then I realise that they can't see me - I am but a ghost. However, I do notice my mother's swollen stomach. She's pregnant. My father places a hand on her bulging belly and she giggles. He then gets down on his knees and exposes it to then blow raspberries against her skin.

When he arises, he turns around to face me. However, suddenly, his face morphs into the familiar sinister face of Kevin. He gives me an evil grin then forcefully pushes me off the boat. My back slaps against the water. As I slowly submerge, I see Kevin standing on the boat holding a baby... It must be his long-desired son. Before I know it, the scene suddenly goes black.

I wake abruptly to a loud bang. I assume it is the front door. Kevin is back. I hear lots of heavy footsteps running up the stairs. My bedroom door slams open and I sit up, eyes wide as I watch about five men, dressed in black suits, surround me. My eyes meet with Kevin's, there is a sinister glint in his eye and a slight smirk playing on his lips. Maybe he's always wanted me out of the picture? That wouldn't surprise me.

"Kevin. W-what's going on?" I mumble - fear evidently lacing my voice. He takes a step closer, his face becoming darker.

"Didn't your mother tell you that we're selling you to The Factory?" I watch in terror as the men dressed in black steps forward and grab my arms. I didn't realise that I'd be taken so soon. I struggle against their grip and make a futile attempt to scream. I'm prepared to go kicking and screaming. But then I catch a glimpse at my mother and remember why I'm doing this. I stop struggling and let them tug me down the creaking wooden stairs.

Goodbye, mother. I love you. "I'll always find you... no matter what. In this world or the next, I'll find you again," I whisper to her, reciting the words of my father - ones I often dream. I don't know if this will be the last time I see her. I've never heard of The Factory releasing people. You live and die there. I think. I'm disturbed by the fact that I know all the 'workers' are younger than twenty-five.

I am pushed into the living room. It's small and accommodates a small dining table in the middle of the room, three chairs around the table; the fourth one sitting broken in the corner. I am flung forward and land on the dirty floor. I hit my head off the broken chair. Let me tell you, it hurt like a female dog.

"This is the girl. Young and healthy." Kevin sneers, descending down the stairs. "How much you payin'?"

"What's your name?" One of the men says, ignoring Kevin. I assume he is the one in charge right now. He is well built and is wearing blackout shades, probably to hide his evil eyes. I don't reply to him, just tense my jaw. "I said... What. Is. Your. Name." He grits out. He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me up. "Listen to me, and listen well, I can make your life hell at The Factory, then I can sell you to a slimy old man that likes to have his way with little girls like you."

I visibly gulp at his threat. He sees it and smirks, raising an eyebrow - prompting me to continue. "A-Allenica. Allenica Jones, Sir." I whisper with a shake in my voice. I know I agreed to go, but I'm absolutely terrified.

He gives me a grim smile, "Good girl. Now, strip to your underwear."

"W-what?"

"D-did I stutter." He says - mocking my voice. I shake my head and stand up. I look at the man and cover my clothed body with my arms. "Gee fellas. Do you think Mr Grunsworth will like her? At the age of 68, his manhood still wants more. I'm sure he'll pay a handsome price for such a pretty sack."

I let a tear escape my eye as I slowly remove my trousers - leaving me only in my cotton pink underwear. I gulp and then I hesitantly start to take off my t-shirt... cursing the fact that I'm not wearing a bra. I have a decent sized bust, but my last bra broke this morning, so I have to go without until we can afford a new one. Well, I'm sure I won't be getting one now.

I instantly cover my exposed bust. I hear a few wolf whistles from the men - causing me to blush. "Strong legs, 60 units for those." He made a motion with his finger to turn around, so I did. "Tallness, 100. Good build overall, but the chubbiness brings the price down... 40 for the shape. She'd be good working the grinder in The Factory, but she could also entertain overseers." He then removes his sunglasses - I gulp at the sinister glint in his eye "Now, Allenica, I want you to remove your hands."

What? No! I rapidly shake my head. "No!" I shout. His mouth sets in a straight line.

"Restrain her." He says to some of his men, motioning to me with his chin. Before I know it, my hands are being pried off and restrained by two buff males. I fight them of course, but my attempts are futile. I stand there exposed. But surprisingly, he doesn't linger on my bust. "Wide shoulders, good collarbones. She seems relatively strong or athletic, I'm sure we'll find out which soon enough. I'll add another 150 units."

"So what's the total?" Kevin snaps. He's been standing in the corner with his arms crossed, like a child that's been denied something for Christmas. Which so happens to be today. Did I forget to mention?

"Well, we have a guaranteed starting price of 150 units, and you've gained a bonus of 350. Final price, 500 units. Nothing more, but I could settle for less. She's not worth much. We'll see how the labour life treats her in The Factory. If she proves difficult to adjust, we'll just make her the entertainment." The guy says and winks at me. I feel like I could vomit. "How old is she?"

"Seventeen; eighteen tomorrow," Kevin replies and receives grunt from the main man - who is now deep in thought. "Is there a problem?"

"She's eligible," He says, more to himself. He clicks his tongue. Eligible for what? "No matter, I doubt if she's chosen she'll get very far. Then she'll be sent right back to us."

"Yeah, yeah. Just cough up the cash." Kevin scoffs back. It hurts to know that the man who's been the father figure in my life for so long doesn't feel any kind of way about shipping me off.

"Alright boys, let's wrap this up." The guy booms. The two guys restraining me let go of me, presumingly to attend other jobs. I rush to put my clothes back on.

One of the other men takes out a black envelope and throws it to the ground. He then turns to me and smirks. He yanks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I scream and struggle, but he holds my legs down. As soon as we step outside, I become all too aware that I'm not dressed for the cold. The man throws me in the back of a dark and dingy truck. Before he closes the door and I get the last look at my house. I see Kevin counting out his newfound money; he looks up at me and his face is emotionless. He turns on his heel and heads back into the small tattered house I've called my home for so long. The doors close and I am in complete darkness.

I feel around - I don't know what I'm looking for though, so soon enough, I end up crawling into a corner. I hug my knees and close my eyes as I curl up. The engine of the van roars to life. As it does, I fall victim to the darkness of my own despair.

I need some kind of miracle to get out of this mess.

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Apologies for the slow start, this was originally the end of chapter one. But, if I'm hoping that if I make shorter chapters, I can update and get through them faster.  Lemme know what you think or if I should just leave them as beefy boys.

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