Vecna Victims Novels & Stories

"It's nice to meet you, Elena. Everything's going to be okay. I promise." Elena laughed bitterly and looked toward the front of the van, where a Plexiglas wall separated them from the drivers. "You don't know these people," Elena said, her voice breaking. "I've been tortured, raped, and drugged for two months. Maybe longer. I'm not even sure what month it is. I don't think I can stand it. Not anymore. I" Tears poured down her cheeks, and Kenzie was torn between horror and rage. She clenched her fists and carefully showed the girl the knife strapped to her garter.

Why is this girl laughing? "You are so lucky, Emma. Not only was I drugged, but I was also raped by them as soon as I was kidnapped. Emma, ​​are you a virgin?" Lena doesn't lie. She still remembered that horrifying moment, the three hungry tiger-like men swarming her body to exhausting her. Lena was no longer a virgin before she was caught…Traffickers like the girls who are virgins. Selling them to prostitutes in Thailand or Cambodia will get very high prices. Traffickers rape women who are not virgins before they are exported to other countries' borders.

"I'm no longer that child you tried to shut up eleven years ago." "How can you treat Pete this way? He loved you as his own child." Vena was furious as she walked up to Ceren "He loved me?" Ceren found herself laughing."You're not even bothered you met him naked? He tried to abuse me just like he always did and I tried to defend myself. What wrong have I done?" Ceren shouted and once again she held her throat, her throat was hurting but there isn't no way she was stopping, she had a lot of things to say to her mother. "I told you about his abuse but you wouldn't do anything about it, you rather look the other way blindly and let me suffer in silence."

I probably hallucinated that or didn't understand what she was saying. "What?" I turned to face my daughter fully. "What did you just say?" "Come on, Dad." Serena dropped on a lounge chair, wringing water from her hair, "You know what Eliana's like. She's probably been playing victim this whole time," "Playing victim?" My voice rose despite my efforts to control it. Playing victim? Eliana had come home, wet and humiliated, crying with the fear that she would lose her mother and Serena was munching some nonsense about her playing the victim? She was a victim! "Serena, Leslie kidnapped a sick woman from a care facility, put her in a cage, then made her daughter crawl through fucking sewage, th

Besides, the world needed to witness this—to understand that we were still here. I spoke briefly, though I could barely remember what I said. Facing a crowd of more than ten thousand people made my nerves spike. Whatever I said must have resonated, because the applause afterward was overwhelming. One by one, alphas stepped forward to speak—some reading prepared statements, others simply listing the names of those who had been killed, tortured, or driven insane by Viola and her family. It was emotional and devastating, especially when a bear alpha from Colombia read out the names of children who had been slaughtered in a village. In the nineties, a blood test had revealed one child was descen

Valencia. Sonia gently held the hand of one of the children, causing the little girl to look up. “It’s okay. After this, you’ll be free,” Sonia whispered. Kath, barely holding her tears, nodded. She was one of the victims—Victor’s own daughter—and had suffered unspeakable abuse. Officers were beginning to question the children one by one. “My mom died giving birth to our youngest sibling. She kept bleeding… but Vincent refused to bring her to the hospital,” Kath said, voice shaking, eyes downcast.

"What are you talking about? Did you get bullied after you moved out? Did someone target you because you were alone on the street?" Raina laughed again, but this time it sounded bitter. "Bullied? Who would dare to touch me. All the real pain I’ve ever known came from inside the Valente family…My father didn't believe in timeouts. He believed in the whip and the fist method. If I hadn't left that house when I did, I would have probably been dead by now. So a few thugs in an alley are nothing compared to Michael Valente." The room went silent and Ramirez stopped moving for a second, his eyes full of pity for her. While Maxton stared at Raina, his heart felt slightly heavy for her.

Venica sighed. "If you're impatient, I might not tell you anything. I'm sharing your origins with you; it's your birthright," Venica said, "Our Odin Clan was nearly annihilated, leaving just a few of us with the bloodline." A shiver ran down my spine as she continued, "I'm not sure who was responsible, but rumours suggest it was either the White Wood or Black Mist pack. They supposedly attacked our clan for something valuable." "What was stolen?" "I don't know. I wasn't there during the attack; I was on a mission. The scene I returned to was horrifying – the bodies of my clan members everywhere. Your mother was on a different mission at the time."

“That sounds very scary. Can you tell me what happened to your mom?” Valentina took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “Five years ago, we were at the bank. Some men came in with a gun. My mom… she tried to protect me. She got shot.” Her voice broke, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “There was so much blood.” Molly handed her a tissue, letting her take her time. “That must have been so hard for you, Valentina. You were very brave.” Valentina nodded, wiping her tears. “A few weeks ago, I saw blood on Evelyn’s shirt. She had cut herself in the kitchen while cooking with my Aunt. It was like being back at the bank again. Since then, I keep having the nightmares.”

"Both. It makes them real instead of abstract threats. But it also confirms they deserved it. Patricia Chen wasn't just some random attorney. She helped Gerald Winters destroy evidence, coordinate attacks on our family. She knew what she was doing." "And her daughter?" "Will have her father, her grandparents, her college fund. She'll survive. Grieve, but survive." I looked at Von. "That's more than Chris's victims got. More than the women Victoria trafficked got. Sometimes survival is the best outcome we can offer." My phone buzzed. Catherine calling. "I need to take this. Can you burp Sophia?" He took the baby while I answered. "Catherine. What's wrong?"