Kidnapped by the Enemy

~2~

2 weeks later
September 6th
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His words still replay in my head

—--"Your body is amazing. Mhm I could fuck you all day long" ——

The marks he left are still there. Not physically but mentally.

I hate myself for not fighting back. I've been professionally trained ever since I was little. I've killed, tortured, and lured many men to their deaths, but the night everything happened, all of my skills just seemed to run away. It felt like I was frozen, I couldn't move, but that has happened my whole life. I know all of these skills so I can defend myself but when it comes to my dad i'm scared to fight back. The times I have fought back I would get tortured and beat, he's made my life a living hell and there is nothing I can do about it.

It's been two weeks and I still haven't done anything. I haven't left my room once and I keep my door locked. I have one of the maids. (Who are the only people I like in this hell hood) Bring me food. I haven't been able to sleep through the night because i'm scared that I will get raped again.

I've been beat mentally, physically and emotionally my whole life by my dad, I have scars all over my body.

Marks that he left.

I'm only 17 years old. I haven't even been to a school before. I have no friends, or even a friend. And I have two months until I can move out of here and if I get caught leaving for good, i'm afraid it will be the end of me. I usually leave the house all the time but i'm always forced to bring of one of my fathers bodyguards.

Asshole

But if i'm too scared to leave my room after what happened now then how will I be able to have to courage to pack my stuff up and leave. Someone will always stop me. If not my dad then it's his men.

Him and his men have destroyed me and I still left the house after, but this is different. I never thought my father would go as far as rape. It's always been his men who try to rape me, but they mostly just try to feel me up and shit. I've only been raped three times in my life and I haven't been able to get over any of them but the one that will scar me, even when i'm in hell, is the one my father did. I hate him, and if I wasn't so scared of him, I would have killed him a long time ago.

                      I just want a better life

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                           ~12:30 a.m~

I take a shower and doing everything I need to do and change into a sweatshirt and sweatpants

Getting into bed I turn all my lights off but one. I hate sleeping in the dark, i'm always scared something or someone is going to get me.

I pull the covers over me and slowly drift off to sleep.

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~2:30 a.m~

Quickly waking up I hear footsteps.

My heart beats faster and my breathing hitches. I move my legs side to side to make sure no one is in my bed. I slowly sit up and look to the doors that lead out to my deck, the moon is shining through them into my room which leaves a tiny source of light. I immediately turn the on lights and look around.

Seeing that there is nothing my pulse slowly goes back to normal and I can finally breath.

"Hello darling"

And before I had the chance to react everything went black.

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Hello darlings!!!!! Sorry this chapter was so short. I promise they will get better and longer, we have a long road ahead of us. But anyways byee bitches 😝
CATACLYSM 🙋‍♂️🤦‍♂️💥

Alright see you next chapter 💀💀