Trapped

"Bye Jas," Jenny, my best friend, says. We've been friends since we were born. Like us, our moms have also been best friends since they were born. Crazy as it may sound, our parents got married the same day. I mean, who does that right? Our moms are obsessed with each other. They even wanted to get pregnant simultaneously, but unfortunately, Jenny's mom got pregnant with her first and I was born a year after Jenny was born. Jenny also has a younger brother but, unfortunately for me, I was the only child. My mom has had some health complications and it can be fatal for her to give birth to another baby. Although sometimes I wish I had a younger brother or sister, I would never trade my mother's life. "Bye honeybee" I replied. A smile plastered on my face. I love this girl. Giving a slight wave, I got off the bus and started walking towards my house. After a school trip, I decided to surprise my parents. So, I did not inform them about returning home. A

  After that, no one bothered to speak. Almost driving after three hours, I started to notice the inadequacy of residence. The car started moving on an unpaved road, bumping here and there every now and then. My eyes narrowed and my face vaguely distorted in uncertainty. Where are they taking me? Were they planning to take me deep into the woods and kill me there? But it doesn't make sense... They could have killed me in my house with my parents. Why would they take me into the woods just to kill me? Oh my God, are they planning to rape me and then kill me? No no no no... I can't let that happen. I don't want to die like this. So many terrifying thoughts popped up in my head and all the things that could happen to me. My eyes began to sting and saltiness gathered at my waterline. Stop crying, Jasmin. Crying isn't going to get you anywhere, but it will only add to your problems. I scolded myself. I continued to blink away, trying har

  As soon as the door opened, my eyes fell upon Ivan who was sitting in the expensive leather chair behind a lavish russet table immersed in his laptop typing something vigorously. Ivan doesn't acknowledge my existence and continues typing away on his laptop.   I stay rooted at my pace waiting for him to acknowledge me, but I'm met with only stillness.   "You called me?" I finally said as the silence became unbearable. He finally removes his gaze from the screen and looks up at me.  "Come here," Hesitantly, I made my way around the table and over to him and stopped next to him, leaving space between us.   "Sit". I looked at the armchair beside him before I could make my way there. He stopped me.   "Not there here" he nonchalantly says as he pats his lap. My mouth flaps open like a fish. He can't be serious.  I wanted to oppose, to say something, but

  Ivan was not in the room when I woke up. His side of the bed was cold and vacant, implying that it had been a long time since he was off. And I was extremely grateful for that. My body ached all over, especially between my legs. I could still feel the sticky white of the residuum between my legs. I never imagined this would happen to me. He's a vicious animal. A sobs wreck through me, I muffle the sobs by clasping my hand over my mouth. After crying for what seemed like forever, I dragged my body out of bed but immediately winced when a sharp burning pain erupted from between my thighs from yesterday's assault. Ignoring the pain, I walked into the bathroom. I gaze at myself in the mirror. My face looked an absolute mess. There were streaks of dried-up tears in my cheeks. Under-eye bags and my hair was sticking out in different directions. I got inside the shower, wanting to wash away all his touches. After taking a long shower, I change

  I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to rule my fear. I can do this. I mentality encouraged, myself. Gathering up all of my courage, I raised my hand and beat my knuckles against the door gently. Not long after, a shirtless Dean opens the door. A large smirk covers his face as his gaze falls on me as he leans against the door frame. I open my lips to speak but before I could say anything, he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me to him, pressing our bodies together. "I knew you would come but didn't know this earlier. I mean not that I mind," he smugly says as he presses his mouth on my neck, leaving wet kisses on the sensitive skin. An unladylike squawk fell from my mouth. "Stop". I started struggling against him, trying to get myself free from his hold. "Shh! Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll make it pleasurable for you," He purrs as his hand roams all over my body finding each and every curve. I'm still trying to push h