Precious Doll in This Ugly World [Pokemon Fanfic, 2015 PKMNWatties]

Red Rain

WARNING: Contains graphic violence, horrific descriptions detailing human trafficking, and a semi-brief non-con scene. May be triggery. Read at your own discretion or PM if you want to skip the chapter and ask for a summary of events.

Ash almost whimpered, but the tiniest movement of her throat made the knife dig in just a little bit deeper. She did her best to refrain from any sudden movements, or to struggle so much when she was in the thick of danger.

She thought since it was public and out in the open, as well as an official and rather well-known show, that she would be okay. That she'd be safe…She was with people! There were a lot of them together. She thought what would happen a long time ago wouldn't happen again, not when she was surrounded by so many people and was in a group, and with it being such a public event.

How did it happen like this?

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," the man behind her said loudly to address the group. "We're going to do this nice and quietly. Don't struggle or else we'll have to get a little rough on all of you, and things might get a little messy."

"The hell I'll go quietly!" one of the men in the group she was with yelled angrily, consumed with fear and panic.

One of the circus people rolled their eyes and strolled over to him, stopping behind the guy as he took something from out of his belt and cocked back the hammer of a gun and then point blank shot the man in the head, blood splattering from the exit hole through the man's forehead. The deceased man had a final look of surprise before he fell forward and hit the ground face down.

Ash let out a little scream that mostly got stuck in her throat, while all around her everyone else in the group let out louder screams.

"Good girl," the man holding her whispered into her ear. "One little move, and that pretty little white neck of yours will be stained red. Do you understand?"

She gave a small nod, careful of the knife against her. She blinked back tears, but really she just wanted to cry and curl into a ball on the floor, and pretend this wasn't happening to her right now.

"Okay, everyone down on their hands and knees," the pretty lady from before told all of them coldly, her pretty features twisted into an unemotional look. "Don't struggle," she warned them again.

There was plenty of crying and pleas as they all followed directions, and Ash tried to do the same. However, the man behind her kept a tight hold on her, keeping her standing there.

"Not yet, little bird," he murmured. "I have a little question for you. You're a little young to be a trainer, so why do you have two pokémon with you?" he asked as his hand went near her belt and took Maximus' pokéball away from her.

She whimpered, mind whirring quickly. "T-that was a gift from someone. It was a gift for me to have until I start my pokémon journey in a few years. The-the Pikachu I just met not too long before the show started. I-it left soon after this."

She was vague enough to be truthful for Maximus, while she outright lied about Pikachu. She could only hope, and it seemed like it, that Pikachu had gotten away and was hopefully safer wherever he was. She didn't want to think of what could happen to him, if he'd been caught by these people.

"…A few more questions then," he said, and she nodded slowly as she watched the others being tied up with plastic cuffs and being taken away, loaded up into the trailer of a truck that had just parked nearby. "What's your name?"

She tried not to move too much. She wondered if she should say her real name or make something up. And then she realized she'd taken too long as he pressed the knife harder against her throat in warning.