A Lost Life

As she was nearing the bus stop, she slowed her pace, planning to walk the rest of the way. For some reason, her stomach seemed to be flipping around in circles. She started thinking about her brother, wondering if he was alright. During her thoughts, she passed a small alley in between two tall buildings. Suddenly she felt arms pull her back and a hand was placed over her mouth, a knife up to her throat.

“You try anything, I’ll slit your throat, understood?”

She nodded as she began shaking. The man who had grabbed her pulled her further into the alley so anyone walking by wouldn’t notice. He removed his hand from her mouth and the knife from her throat, still holding it up threateningly. Her eyes took a good look at his figure. She noticed that he was about the same height as Ryne with the same athletic build. Strong arm muscles and his abdomen felt hard when she was pressed up against it. She also noticed that his hair was extremely similar to Ryne’s as well. The color of his skin was slightly lighter than Kylie’s, his eyes a little darker than her own.

Kylie stood still minus the nervous shaking that she was letting off. The man walked up towards her as she had backed somewhat away from him. His hands went to her chest and there was a slight whimper heard from her. “Small but they’ll do.” His hand then trailed down her stomach and he slipped it underneath her pants. She tried to move away but suddenly another body was behind her holding her in place. His finger pushed up into her against her underwear, and then tears fell from her eyes. “Tight. Probably a virgin. Good girl.” He removed his hand and placed it back to his side. “Don’t worry, as long as you don’t cause us any trouble, we’ll take good care of you, but for now, you belong to me.”

The man behind her lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her to a van that was parked on the other end of the alley. She kicked trying to get him to lose hold on her so she could run, but his grip never loosened. He threw her in the back of the van and got in beside her. The other took a seat on the passenger side. She heard another voice in the driver’s seat. “I hope she’s worth it, Ryan.”

‘Ryan,’ she thought to herself, wanting to remember the name just in case.

Ryan looked behind him and took another glance at the girl they had just kidnapped. “She’s cute though. Jason, can’t you drive any faster?”

“First tell Brad to put that damn blindfold on her,” Jason said.

The man in the back with her replied, “I would if I could find it.”

“Forget that. Just slam her face into the floor and hold it down.”

Kylie was shaking uncontrollably now as more tears came falling down her cheeks. ‘Casey…help…I’m scared…’

Brad did as Jason had suggested, and Kylie’s head began to pound. A strong hand was placed over and the fingers intertwined in her hair, ready to pull if necessary. She was finally able to see what he looked like. He was strong; she could tell that just from earlier, a bigger build than Ryan. His hair was short and brown and she noticed his green eyes more than anything. They lit up when he grinned down at her, an evil glint. “Don’t worry little one, we’ll be there soon.”

Soon was an understatement. In reality, it had been about an hour and a half, but that had seemed like eternity to Kylie. Her mind was thinking in many different directions trying to figure out why they kidnapped her and what they wanted with her. She didn’t want to admit it, but she knew the answer to the last one. But why her? She kept trying to figure out what she did wrong for this to happen.

She felt the van stop, and she was pulled up by her hair, wincing as Brad did so. Ryan opened the back door and Brad drug her out. She landed hard on her feet, slightly losing her balance, but she was stilled. “Welcome to your new home my dear,” Brad told her.

Her new “home” was a two story white house with the windows heavily covered by blinds. She could see parts of a dark curtain point through on the edges. The second floor was actually ground level as the first story was somewhat built into the ground on the side of a hill, a driveway going down near a door on the side.

She looked up at him the best she could with his hand still in her hair. “You’ll get used to it after a while. Let’s go inside.” He continued to drag her until the door was open and he threw her inside. She landed on her hands and knees roughly before she was pulled up again, this time by the one called Ryan.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m very interested in seeing what you look like under those clothes.”

Holding on to her arm, he pulled her down the hallway into a bathroom where he closed the door and locked it. He turned the water on, making sure it was a nice warm temperature before turning to Kylie and telling her to undress. “No.” Her voice was small and frightened.

“First of all, you never say no to me. I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?” She shook her head. None of this was making sense to her. She just wanted to wake up because it was just a nightmare wasn’t it. She kept willing herself to wake up, but when she was slapped and thrown against the counter, she knew she wasn’t dreaming. “You can undress yourself, or I can do it for you. It’s your choice.”

Fresh tears came from her eyes. “Why?”

“You need to be cleaned up. You’re not touching my bed while you’re all dirty,” he replied. “Now undress. That’s the last time I’m going to say it before I rip your clothes off myself, and then you’ll have nothing to wear.”

Kylie stayed still for a moment soaking his words in before she moved her hands and unzipped her jacket, slipping it off of her shoulders and down her arms. Ryan pointed to the corner by the door and she placed the jacket there. She took a deep breath and slowly lifted her white tank top over her head before beginning to remove her pants. She slipped off her shoes, and she finished pulling her pants off leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She started to shiver from the cold. “Do I have to?”

“How else do you expect to take a bath? You wouldn’t bathe with clothes on normally now would you? Take them off.” He pulled out his knife, ready to cut them if they weren’t off quickly enough. She turned around, facing the wall, and his hand touched her shoulder making her face him again. “Don’t turn around. You might as well get this over with because I’m going to be seeing you naked soon anyway and eventually, other men." Her eyes widened. “That’s right my dear. You’re going to be making me a lot of money.” Ryan moved in closer to her and placed the knife right above her bra, ready to cut into it.

“Stop, please.” She softly pushed his hand away from her chest, and unhooked her bra, throwing it in the pile of her other clothing. Hesitating for a just a moment, she then removed her underwear and tossed it with her other clothing as well. She crossed her arms over her chest being an extremely self-conscious girl.

“No, put your arms down and get in your bath.”

Kylie did as she was told, reluctantly, and stepped into the bath water. Ryan turned the faucet off. She noticed it was extremely warm and she immediately started to feel a little better now that she was out of the cold. Ryan leaned down and slowly pushed her head down until she was completely under the water. He lifted her back up immediately. Another small whimper escaped her as sniffled to stop the tears from falling.

“That’s it. Just stay still and let me wash you,” Ryan said gently to her. She looked up into his eyes and then turned her attention down and saw a caring smile on his face. “Now see, if you stay like this and behave, you won’t be hurt. However, at first you’ll have to learn a few things that may be painful and that you won’t like, but the faster you learn, the sooner it will stop. In a manner of speaking at least.”

Kylie closed her eyes tight, wrinkling them together in the process.

When Ryan had completely washed her down, he helped her stand up and wrapped a large towel around her. She held it close to her body while he ran the water down the drain. “Dry off.” As she began to do that, he grabbed her clothes and began ripping them into shreds. “You won’t need these while you’re learning.”

“But—”

“Don’t you dare talk back either. You do so, and you’ll be slapped like earlier.” She nodded her head and looked down at her feet, the towel once again wrapped around her body as she tried to stay warm. Ryan walked behind her and reached into a cabinet and grabbed a dry towel and handed it to her. “I’ll let you have this for now, but the moment you don’t open it when I tell you to, it’ll be taken away. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” he corrected her.

Timidly she repeated him. “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll take you to my room now and let you rest for tonight, but tomorrow, it’ll start.” Ryan grabbed her arm once the new towel had been wrapped around her, and walked her to his room. He took her over to the bed, pulling the blankets down, and then he picked her up and placed her in his bed. He brought the blankets over her shivering body and stroked her hair. “I know you’re scared right now, but as long as you do everything I say, there is no reason to be. Tomorrow will be a difficult day for you. A very difficult and most likely frightening day, but I’ll help you through it if you’re good. Okay?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered softly.

“Before you sleep, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you. Is that alright?”

She nodded her head.

“What’s your name, and how old are you?”

Kylie took a deep breath and stared in his eyes for a moment before answering quietly. “Kylienna and I’m 15.”

“That’s a really pretty name. You like to run don’t you?”

Again, she nodded her head.

“You need to speak to answer my questions. Don’t just nod or shake your head. I want to hear your voice,” Ryan told her.

Another deep breath and Kylie corrected herself. “Yes, sir.” A tear fell from her eye. Ryan took his thumb and wiped it away.

“Crying isn’t going to help. You’re not leaving here. You should try to forget your old life because this is your life now.”

“You’re going to rape me aren’t you?”

“You can call it that if you want. You’ll need to get used to having different men inside of you. They’ll pay good money for a beautiful girl like you.”

“Prostitution…” Kylie turned her head away from him.

“You’ll learn to enjoy it in time,” Ryan said.

“I don’t think I will. May I please sleep now?”

“If you ask correctly.”

Kylie looked at him confused before she finally understood what he meant. She tried again. “May I please sleep now Sir?”

“Good girl and yes you can.” He opened a drawer on the nightstand by the bed and took out a pair of handcuffs. “I have to use these to make sure you don’t try to leave.” He took her right wrist into one side and closed the other side around a small post of the bed. “Sleep well. You need to be well rested for tomorrow. Good night Kylienna.”

“Good night Sir.”

The lights were turned off, and Kylie slipped into a restless slumber.

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A/N: As always, R&R!