Enslaved

Chapter 1

Have you ever had a crush on someone?

Have you ever had those stupid butterflies in your stomach?

Take a piece of advice: Don't ever fall for someone who can't fall back for you.

It's an ample circle of anguish. It just doesn't end.

But when it finally does, you're in too deep and there is no way out.

Tucker, the boy who always managed to put a smile on my face was my crush. It wasn't just an infatuation that would go away with time. It was more than that and it was deeply rooted in my brain.

We were best friends. He was my childhood friend and I thought we had something.

That was until we moved to this forsaken town. Everything about this place is dreadful.

I don't get it.

The town doesn't smile, it doesn't celebrate.  A cloud of gloominess lurks everywhere and has seeped deep into everyone's sanity. It's like a ghost town. People are afraid of something that doesn't even exist, at least not for me.

I thought Tucker and I had something but it all changed when we stepped into this forlorn town.

He met someone else, a girl named Anna and that was enough to overcome years of friendship.

Our dwelling was an hour's drive away from Oizys.

We had a small duck farm. We had some other animals too. A barn cat and guard dog.

Tucker was our neighbor, he lived with his parents. Though his parents died in a car accident. He was alone since then but I was always there with him.

I spent most of my time in his house. We did everything together, we were inseparable or so I thought.

As soon as my father was postponed to Oizys, he changed. He met Anna and I didn't matter to him anymore.

I have no friends here except Tucker and he's busy with Anna. I sit alone and no one talks to me.

I wish we never shifted to this bizarre town. In Oizys exists a deep hole, whose pit is abysmal. It sucks the life out of you and leaves you completely bleak. 

But one man's sorrow was never enough to fill the pit of Oizys. One man's sorrow can never be enough. It demands more.

Standing in front of my house, I wipe away a lone tear that eluded.

I can not let my parents see me break like this, especially for a boy. They didn't raise me with all the love and support just so I could cry over a boy. Even if that boy has my heart.

No, I must be strong.

I take a deep breath and gather myself. I ring the bell and wait for mom to open it.

I wait for a few seconds and nothing happens. The door doesn't swing open. It stays put, like a solid brick wall.

That's strange, usually, I'm greeted by a warm smile and the delicious aroma of food.

I ring the bell again. Long enough that the buzzing sound leaves an echo in my mind.

The door still doesn't open. I try to unlock it myself and it creaks open.

Why is the door unlocked?

I cautiously step in.

" Mom? " I ask, to no one in particular.

I leave my shoes in the corridor and step toward the main hall. While stepping towards the main hall I see imprints of boots and sneakers.

The white carpet is smudged with dirt. 

Finally reaching the main hall, I see my mom and dad cuffed to two wooden chairs.

Their hands and feet are cuffed to the arms of the chair. Their mouths are gagged with a piece of cloth.

Their eyes are filled with immense terror. They are shaking their heads rapidly, telling me to run away but I stay put. Not able to walk away, like my feet are glued to the ground. 

My eyes wander around and I realize that I am surrounded by scary-looking men. Each having a gun in their hand a wicked expression on their face.

I swiftly turn back, to run outside but one of the men block my path and I collide straight into his chest.

" Help...someone please help us. " I scream, trying to get our neighbors attention.

Since the door was open, my voice definitely reached the outside.

" She the f**k up, little b***h. " The man in front of me grunts. Gripping me tightly and putting his huge hand on my mouth.

My eyes spot another man, who is majestically seated on our sofa.

His legs and arms spread out on the sofa, sitting like a king. As if he owns the place.

I bite the man's hand so that he lets me go but he doesn't flinch. Instead, he raises his hand to smack me down. I raise my tiny palms in front of my face for defense but the brutal hit never comes.

" Stop. " A voice booms.

His one command stops the entire commotion. His voice holds authority and his aura is quite domineering.

He slowly approaches me.

" She's your daughter? " The man questions my father.

" Mmph " My dad protests.

" Quite pretty. Too pretty to work in a brothel. " The man in front of me comments. I think he is the boss since he is the one commanding them all.

Ignoring his absurd comment, I beg.

" Please leave us, sir. We don't even know you. " I beg, with tearful eyes.

" How is she going to survive if you die? " The boss asks, ignoring my plea.

" Don't worry boss. I'll take her. She'll make a good w***e. " Another man puts out his nasty comment.

" I would rather die than have s*x with a skunk like you! " I state, absolutely disgusted. The man looks taken back. I look at the boss to see an irritated expression pasted on his face. 

" There is nothing I hate more than a disobedient cunt. " He states, looking at me boldly. Absorbing my figure from head to toe.

" On your knees. " The boss comments and I look at him baffled.

" Get on your f*****g knees. I don't like repeating myself. " He grunts.

I still refuse, being stubborn.

In an instant, he raises his pistol and shoots my mom right in her leg. My mom wails in agony but her voice is muffled by the gag.

I fall to the ground and get on my knees.

" Please don't. I'll listen. " I beg.

" Pl..please don't hurt my parents. "

" Ya see Aiden. It's not so hard to get a b***h on her knees. They just need some motivation." The boss jokes and all his men laugh yet I am unable to find anyone funny in the entire ordeal. The boss just shot my mom!

Their laughter even scares me and I sob pathetically.

" You look good on their knees. Stay there, it would be better for you little one. " The boss threatens.

I look at my mom to see her bleeding. I get up and try to run towards her but the boss grips me from my hair and pulls me back into his body.

" You don't f*****g learn, do you? " He growls in my ear. Gripping my hair tightly.

" Show this b***h a lesson. " He orders his men, throwing me towards the man who said he'll take me as his w***e.

The man puts his arms all around my body.  I whine and beg, yet they just keep molesting me.

" Switch. " The boss orders and I am thrown to another sturdy-looking goon. He molests me the same way and I am thrown like a rag doll between these men until the boss finally decides to stop them all.

" On your knees mikros. I don't have much patience left. " He says, taunting the gun at my dad.

I drop to my knees, following his order.

" Wh...what wrong did we do..to you? Wh..why are you..you doing this sir? " I ask, still on my knees, weeping.

" You poor little thing. Suffering from something that isn't even your fault. Your suffering can end though, ask your father to just do what I say and this will all end. " The man states, slowly dragging his pistol around my face. His hand is placed on the trigger.

He finally diverts his attention towards my dad. His gag is removed and a phone is placed beside his ear.

" Will you speak now Herondale? " The boss asks.

Dad looks down and stays silent.

" D..dad, please. Ju..just do what the man asks or el..else he will hurt mo...mom and I.  " I interrupt.

Asking my dad to just do as the boss commands.

" No one interrupts me. Don't speak out of turn mikros. Speak when only spoken to. Is that understood? " He asks menacingly.

I cover back in fear, still on my knees. Why isn't he letting me stand up? Why is he humiliating me like this?

" Still adamant on your decision I see. " The boss comments.

" Choose. You have 30 seconds. Your daughter or your wife? " The boss states and my dad still doesn't break his silence.

" D..dad, please. I..I don't want to die. He..he will kill mom. Sa..save us, dad. " I beg.

The boss standing in front of me growls in irritation.

" What did we f*****g talk about a minute ago? " He thunders.

" Sp..speak when spoken to. " I reply obediently, to avoid further wrath.

" We have to do something about that pretty little mouth of yours. " He comments.

" Open. " He suddenly orders, putting the tip of the gun in my soft pink lips.

" Huh? " I ask puzzled.

" Open Mikros. " He commands, in a deep voice.

I open wide for him, scared of the consequence. He shoves his gun in my mouth roughly.

" Good girl. Now one more word and the bullet will go straight through your mouth. " He warns.

He again turns towards my father.

" I think you don't love your daughter at all. " The boss states, I close my eyes thinking he will shoot me.

The shots are indeed fired, I hear that yet I feel no pain.

I open my eyes to see that he has removed his pistol from my mouth and shot my mother right in her forehead.

" Nooo. Mom! " I scream and try to approach her, getting up from my knees but he bangs the back of his pistol on my head making me fall down.

I start feeling a little dizzy. From a hurry vision, I can see my dad crying and pleading.

" I'll do it! I'll do it! Just please stop. " He begs.

" It could have been easy but you chose the hard way. Do what I say and I'll spare your pathetic lives. Your wife is dead, if you don't want your daughter and you to die, comply. "

Another man puts a phone beside my dad's ear.

" Release him. Don't charge him for anything. Just do it now. " Dad orders someone over the phone.

As soon as the phone call is cut, he shoots my dad too.

There I see my mom and dad lying on the chairs, in a pool of their own blood. Completely immobile. I scream and weep but the monster doesn't have any mercy on me.

He killed my parents right in front of me.

" I lied Herondale. The mafia spares no one. " He mutters to himself while looking at me menacingly.

An evil smirk is plastered on his face. His domineering figure slowly approaches my cowering body.

" You're too pretty to resist Mikros. I need to have a taste of you. " He states with lustful eyes. I try to resist but he is way too powerful. My strength is nothing compared to his and with a blurry vision, there isn't much I can do.

He picks me up from the ground like a rag doll and carries me to one of the rooms where he plans to do many awful things to me.

" Clean the mess up boys. I'm gonna have some fun with this little thing. " He states, looking at me with lecherous eyes.

What is he going to do to me?

Mikros= Little One ( Greek word)

Oizys= Misery ( Greek word)