After the death of her mother, Rya, a sixteen year old girl, sets out to find her father, who she had not seen in fifteen years due to her mom's paranoia and desire to protect her.
The two finally find each other again. But, danger is always lurkin...
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HER NERVES WERE SKYROCKETING, she was breathing heavily, her short breaths that she had been taking in, not enough to keep her properly oxygenated. As the man before her kept throwing his foot out onto her stomach, she felt herself slowly slipping. Into what exactly, she didn't know- heaven maybe? The thought of herself even standing before the gates of that sacred utopia almost made her chuckle. She would have, had she been in a different circumstance.
"Stop" A voice she recognized ordered to the sad excuse of a man on top of her.
She hated that man with everything she had, hated his mere existence. Yet she did not have another choice then to support it. For now, she reminded herself, then you'll be able to kill him. Those words that she kept repeating to herself inside her mind were the only cause of her not lashing out on him.
"Have you learned your lesson, woman?" He asked rhetorically. He didn't need an answer, he knew he had beaten her into submission. Though normally he would be against beating women, he had to let go of his morals for this particular task. People who went against his word didn't deserve to be given mercy.
His only choice then presented itself in front of him, since he couldn't kill her, he made her wish she was dead and gone.
No one could be blamed for his actions except herself.
The woman on the floor let out an emotionless chuckle that pained her because of the ache in her ribs. She couldn't move, could barely breathe, but that woman was born a fighter. She would raise hell upon him before she ever bowed before his disgusting feet. "If you think this, did anything to me besides reinforce my feelings for you, then you're sadly mistaken."
"So, you have feelings for me, eh?" He taunted, not at all phased by her and her rather weak approach at threatening him. "For what you did, you know what will happen now. It's all your fault, remember that. I'm not going to take it easy on her, know that, yeah?" His sentences didn't make sense under the influence of the drugs he had ingurgitated as to not feel the guilt.
Unable to respond in any way other than murmuring a "fuck", she let herself fall. Far far far, she fell, and hard she fell, into a river of sick and twisted memories of her past.
The man let himself chuckle, though his gut wrenched at the sight of the woman. He had taken it too far, he knew that, though she should not have fucking crossed him in that way. His plan could have been ruined because of her and he could not, under no circumstances, have that.
With a deep breath, he ordered the other man in the room to take her back to her room- or rather her small box, because that "room" that she resided in, was the furthest thing from a room she could think of. Following them closely so that the hulk-like man that had her in his arms would not do anything further to her, he felt his hands shake and his eye twitch.
