Sisters by chance - The beginning

Taken

Sofia's POV

I have no tears left, they've dried and left my eyes swollen and sore. I’m still covered in the blanket and feel claustrophobic, I don’t know for how long I have been out and I don’t know where I am. I’m in some kind of vehicle. I can feel it move and hear the engine but it's a weird sound, not like a car. And the space is too wide for a trunk, I can't feel any surface except the floor which is covered in something soft and prickly at the same time. 

Feeling crestfallen I force myself to rest, I need to be strong.

I'm abruptly awakened by someone pulling the blanket forcefully making me tumble around on the ground. I blink carefully trying to adjust with my swollen eyes.

The light is dim and in front of me stands a man in a large dark space. He is tall, with a square face and shoulders, even his nose. His hair is dark, black maybe, and cut short, a typical army buzz cut. He looks strong like he works out a lot and is maybe in his mid-thirties. He is well-built and would be considered good-looking if it wasn't for those eyes, they are black as night under thick brows and have an unpleasant gleam. In this dark space lying on the ground beneath him, he looks completely horrifying. He removes the cloth from my mouth and it feels dry as sand. 

There is a man behind him who is younger, maybe my age, long and lean. He is wearing dark washed-out baggy clothes. His hair is longer and his bang is hanging in front of his face. He is crouching like he wants to hide. Keeping his head down. 

“Let me… I… don’t.” My voice is barely a whisper, it's raspy. I swallowed repeatedly, trying to regain the ability to talk normally. 

“What do you want?” I finely wonder. I'm confused. This is surreal, unbelievable. This can't be happening, why is this happening?

“You!” He said looking at me with hungry eyes and a small smile playing in the corner of his mouth. 

“Why?” I hiss more forcefully than I feel. 

“Enough!” he literally roars, making me flinch.

“Or what?” I snap but quickly regret my outburst. Silently cursing myself for being a complete i***t.

I need to get out of here, these two are deranged and dangerous. Provoking them is stupid. 

“Or…” He answers with a sickening grin“ I will turn back to get your lovely sister and do to her, what I want to do to you…” His last word is no more than a whisper. Lying on the ground with a throbbing headache, swollen eyes, and no more tears I feel numb. No, no, no, is echoing in my head. He squats down in front of me, roaming my body with his dark eyes reaching out stroking my hair from my face. Trailing his fingers down my ear, throat, shoulder. I can't resist shivering in discomfort and trying to move away. He firmly grabs my hair with his other hand holding me in place. He trails my collarbone to my chest. I close my eyes. I'm only wearing panties, I never sleep in anything else. I'm exposed and I feel like crying, but can't. 

"We will soon have some fun, you and me, my little pet! But first, you need a shower." he releases me and turns to his companion. "Don't f**k this up!" he says in a warning tone. The younger man shakes his head but remains silent. When what apparently is the leader has gone we're alone, and I nervously wait. He doesn't speak, just comes closer and grabs me helping me to my feet. He is surprisingly strong despite his slender body and arms. He covers my shoulders and body with the blanket, picking up a backpack and leading me away. The prickly stuff under me is hay, I recognize the smell, the feeling under my bare feet, and with my eyes adjusted, I can see it. The dark space is big, like a good size room, and weird half-high walls are separating me from the other side. Thick ropes are hanging from the sealing down behind them. We walk out through a narrow door leaving the hay and the ropes entering a truck cab. It’s massive, with two big seats and to the side is a bed with a loft over it and probably with another bed. He opens the left door and jumps out onto the ground, he motions for me to follow. He didn't even stubble, Is he part of a circus or something? Still bound I can't climb down. 

“How?” I ask, tugging the restraint. 

“Jump.” He mumbles once again motioning with his hand. Before I can protest he sighs and jumps up. He lifts me up over his shoulder and climbs down. I squeal, what the f**k is this guy? He kept carrying me away from the truck to a small house. He puts me down and gives me the backpack. It’s dark outside, in a month it's gonna be almost light even at night. It must be in the middle of the night right now. The lamp outside the door is motion censored and flashes bright white light totally killing my night vision. 

“Shower, change. I’ll wait here.” He mumbles, still not looking at me. Once again I ask "how?". He isn't the smartest. When untied I take the backpack and go inside. It's a bathroom with white tiles, a toilet, sink, mirror, and a shower. I locked the door and slid down to the floor. No windows, no other door, no possible escape. Sobbing I look at the backpack once more realizing it's mine, in it is my clothes, my underwear, my makeup, my brush. Do they know I'm gone? Do they think I left on my own, that I went to Erik or a friend? Are they looking for me? I miss Hannah, thinking about her hurts, I don't want her to be me. I'm not letting him have her. Never. 

Breathing slowly and rubbing my swollen face I try to focus. With some new strength and determination, I'm gonna shower. 

After my shower, I was taken back. I got a glimpse of the truck. It looks old and is for transporting horses, my grandfather had a similar one. My captors are apparently living in it. I'm lying in the bottom bed with one wrist zip-tied to a metal ring bolted to the wall.

"So, pet! This is your new home." He explains lying behind me holding me like we are a couple. "Now! I want you to give me consent…" he breathes excitedly "Consent, to whatever I want to do to you!" He trails my ear with his tongue, nibbling and suckling my earlobe. I shiver, he makes me nauseous with his touch. 

"No!" I yelp with a high-pitched voice. I don't want this, how does he expect me to consent? He took me without it, why does he need it now? Without warning, he sits up pressing me down on my back startling me. It all happened so fast it was over in the blink of an eye.

I can feel his hands around my neck. Holding it tight. His thumbs pressed against my throat, cutting off the air. I'm kicking with my legs and trying to grab his hands pulling them off with my free hand but it's all in vain. He is too heavy, too strong. Tears stream down my face once again and I try to scream. A suppressed squeaking sound is all I can manage. white spots dance in front of my eyes, I'm going to pass out. 

"Consent" he demands in a chillingly calm voice. He lets me go and air fills my lungs to the brim. I'm coughing. Unable to speak. I'm so scared. I don't want to die…

"p-p-please" I croak pleading for my life. His hands once again grab my throat. 

"Consent!" He demands forcefully in the dark.

***

I'm not sure when it ended. I blacked out. I'm back in the space with the weird walls, hay, and ropes. I'm laying on the ground tied but in my clothes this time. My throat is swollen. So are my eyes. I'm probably bruised all over from his abuse. We are moving, it must be daytime. When was I taken? Maybe three days ago, I think. I'm tired, sore, hungry, and dehydrated. Maybe death would be easier. If I give up, maybe he will? At the same time, I can't get his word's out of my head. If he turns back for Hannah, she will be the one bound and forced to consent. The sound of a door closing makes me whimper and cower on the floor.

"Hi, you need to drink. And eat." I recognize the slender boy's voice, he helps me to sit up against a wall and holds a glass to my lips. I drink eagerly and hiss at the pain in my throat. Swallowing is hard. 

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, "for this, him!" he sounds sad, forlorn even. In the dim light I look at him, his face is narrow, with sharp features. His eyes are soft and looking at me with pity. His dark hair falls on his face and he makes this motion to whisk it away. He's pale, white dark circles under his eyes. I frown looking at him, he's sorry? How the hell is that helping, he could have stopped him if he was against this. I can feel the tears again. 

"Don't cry, okay? Tell me what's your name?" He is emboldened with a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes. I smile back at him not feeling happy by the slightest. At least he is trying to be nice. 

"Sofia" I crow "you?" 

"I'm Tobias." 

"Hi!" I whisper. 

"You must be hungry? What do you want? Cold pizza, a banana, or more water?" My stomach rumbles, answering the question for me and, my head spins so much it makes me nauseous. I don't think I can eat. Everything hurts. And the uncertainty of my situation and survival makes it even more difficult. 

"Is he really gonna turn back?" 

"He doesn't need to turn back, he has you." Tobias reminds me with confusion written on his face. 

"And if he didn't?" I wonder, still uncertain. I look at him intensely trying to get him to give me an answer, helping me decide.

Tobias likes his lips apprehensive, frowning slightly. He slowly shakes his head "when he wants something he stops at nothing to get it" he answers carefully. "And if he can't have what he wants… I'm sorry, but he would do it. He would turn back." Tobias lowered his head not saying anything else. I feel empty, like my emotions locked themself away somehow. Tobias sighs. We sit there quietly, it feels like forever passes by. The truck's rocking movement is strangely calming, comforting even. It helps me concentrate on one thing and, one thing only: Hannah, free, happy, and safe.

"I know what I have to do then." I breathe with despair and determination. A confusing mixture of emotions. Tobias grabs my hands holding them and looking me straight in the eye. 

"I'm sorry Sofia!" Tobias tells me with genuine sadness. After some more water and even a slice of pizza Tobias leave. I'm alone again and time is a b***h, but not knowing the time is torture by itself. Not knowing in every aspect is tormenting. But now I at least know what I have to do. The lyrics of Last resort by Papa Roach come to my mind except suicide isn't an option, I will have to live without air and without anyone telling me it's fine. All for the one I love most. 

Unable to do anything I let the truck rock me back to sleep.