Taken (A Twisted Tale)
Scarlett Nighte
Published by Scarlett Nighte at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Scarlett Nighte
Lily Jackman is on vacation with her family when she makes the mistake of letting a seemingly ordinary older man into her hotel room to use the phone. Little does she know that he's at the head of the Grimes, a twisted father and son duo that likes to abduct and torture young women and force them to join their disturbed ‘family’.
Lily will have to endure pain and humiliation and find the strength inside her if she hopes to escape their house of terrors.
Taken (A Twisted Tale) contains graphic sexual content including abduction/kidnapping, forced consent, and violence. All characters engaging in sex are 18+. Adults only…if you think movies like Saw, Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and Hard Candy were too much, Taken probably isn’t your cup of tea.
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TAKEN
I sipped my (virgin) strawberry daiquiri, letting my tongue dance around the straw as I gazed at the hottie on the other side of the pool. He was perched at the deep in, his lean chest all muscled and delicious, Ray-bans masking his eyes. My money was on green eyes, emeralds to match the chocolate waves that wafted around his face. He was just effortlessly attractive, just the kind of guy I'd had in mind when I'd bought my itsy bitsy jade two piece to match my strawberry blonde hair.
I smirked at him, pushing my cat eye shades to the crown of my head.
SPLASH.
I let out a squeal as the ten year old pain in my ass, my little brother Drake, let out a guffaw, pleased that he'd just cannonballed beside me, knocking my glasses, drink, and seduction askew.
The guy pushed from the edge and stalked away. He probably thought I was a major dork.
"You freaking BRAT!" I said shrilly, balling my fist.
Drake splashed about, taunting me. "What, Lily? Did I scare off your BOYfriend?"
"I'm gonna rip your head off and-"
"Lily!" My mother's voice was a whip. "Leave your brother alone."
I stewed as I whirled to face her. "Leave him alone? Him?!"
"Come sit by me, Lily." She peered at me over her magazine. “Please.”
I rolled my eyes but obeyed, stomping over to the chair beside my mother. As I reclined with the sun warm on my face, I almost forgot about my annoying little brother. I almost forgot about my mother taking my brother’s side, yet again. I almost forgot about everything except for happy thoughts. The happiest one of all was that in two months, I'd be headed to the east coast for college. My mom lamented about me putting a whole country between us, but I had to find my own way. I needed freedom.
"Your Dad told me he tried to call you and only got your voicemail."
So much for happy thoughts. "So what?"
"Lily, your father has gone above and beyond for us-"
"And when you say above and beyond," I cut in. "You mean he sends a hefty check once a month?"
"Lily-"
I let out a groan of frustration. "Dad has shrugged us off as a financial obligation. If he wants me to return calls, maybe he should do more than throw money at us like prostitutes."
Mom gasped, lurching up. "Lily, that's enough!"
But I wasn't done. I stood up too. Suddenly I seemed to tower over my frail mother. "Does he think if he makes the number big enough I'll forget he used to hit you?"
I didn't even see her hand slice toward my face until it was too late. The pain spread across my skin and settled on my heart.
She covered her mouth. "L-Lily--I didn't mean-"
"You bitch," I said acidly. I knew what I'd say next would cut her to the bone, that I didn’t mean it. I said it anyway. "You know what? You’re just like him."
When the tears filled her eyes to the brim, I shoved past her, headed somewhere, anywhere but there. We were hundreds of miles from home so I couldn't go too far, so I settled on heading back up to the room.
The tears I refused to show her streamed down my face in gasping rhythm and I clutched the railing outside our hotel room door to steady myself.
"You okay, miss?"
I whirled around. There was an older man standing a few feet away. He was lean with one of those flowery shirts and chinos. He had friendly eyes.
I flashed him an embarrassed smile. "I-I’m fine. Thanks."
I pulled out the hotel card key and went to insert it.
"U-um, I hope I'm not too forward." He took a step toward me. "I seemed to have lost my key and my wife is gallivanting about town. Would it be okay if I used your phone?"
“You don’t have a cell?”
He shrugged, letting out a genial laugh. “Me and technology aren’t close friends.”
I bit my lip, but shrugged away the 'stranger danger' afterschool special. Kidnappers and killers didn't look like Mr. Roger's in Hawaiian print.
I opened the room and held the door open for him. "Come on in."
I turned my back to him as I maneuvered around my brother's dirty clothes. He was such a pig! God, I couldn’t wait until I went away to school. "The phone's right over-" I flared my nostrils as I smelled something overpowering. Before I could react, the man had swung me to the left and down on top of the bed.
He was impossibly strong, his nails digging into me and silencing my flailing. As he put some rag over my face, the fight seeped from me like air from a balloon. Everything went hazy as he disappeared from view. When he came back, he wasn't alone. The guy I'd been flirting with was beside him, his mouth curled into a grin that made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach.
My eyelids got painfully heavy and the last thing I saw was my dreamboat, my summer fling, reaching for me, his hand fondling my breast.
"She's perfect, Dad. Just perfect."
***
My eyes fluttered open but all I saw was darkness. It all came screeching back--Drake dousing me with water, the argument with the mom. Then there was the old guy with the bright shirt and smile. And then the smell. The fear.
My bladder was full from all the virgin daiquiris I’d been chugging, trying to seem mysterious and chic. When I realized my hands were bound behind my back, I squeezed my thighs together to keep from wetting myself. The terror in me says they blinded me, but I silenced it. There's a sliver of light just below me, stomach level and when I squint, I could almost make out a gray river of color.
Asphalt, I think hoarsely. That, combined with the smell of old rubber and steady purr of something mechanical told me that I was most likely in a trunk.
“I'm alive,” I said aloud, steeling myself. I was taken, but I was still alive.
I cried out as I tumbled onto my side as the car made a sharp right. My whole body vibrated, my insides all topsy turvy. I squeaked when the car comes to a stop and the engine shuts off. I jumped after I heard the slam of a car door, then another. I heard the jingle of keys and with one mighty groan, the trunk lid is lifted, flooding my sensitive eyes with light.
When my eyes focused and I saw my captors, I wished for the darkness.
The older man nudged the younger guy. "This one's a looker, Jake."
I yanked my head away as the younger reached toward me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me back. I cried out in pain. "P-please--if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I swear!"
The younger one crinkled his dark brow. "Let you go where? You're home." He studied my face for a moment, then dropped his fierce hold on my hair. "She's not as pretty as Cassie, but she'll do."
I scoured my brain for some way, any way to get out of this. They leered at me, undressing me with their eyes. They didn't have to do too much work considering I was wearing a two piece that the transport had ravaged, leaving most of my breasts on display.
"What will we call her?" Jake asked. "She hasn't earned Sister."
The older one leaned in and yanked my bikini top to the side. My left breast tumbled free. I wanted to cover myself, but my hands were tied behind my back.
"M-my name is L-Lily Jackman. I'm from-"
"Cotton Candy!" The older man gripped my nipple, squeezing it until I let out a sob of agony.
"Cotton Candy," Jake repeated with a sinister grin. "I like it."
The older man released my nipple, but the pain remained, mixing with fear as I looked up at them. "I'm Jonas, but when you become a part of the family, I’ll be Pa." He clapped the younger on the shoulder. "This here is my son, Jake. Your new brother." He flashed me the friendly smile he wore when I made the biggest mistake of my life.
Tears streamed down my face. What were they gonna do to me?
"Put her in the shed," Jonas said over his shoulder. "Tie her up but good--she's feisty."
Jake scooped an arm beneath me and pulled me from the mouth of the trunk with ease, like he’d done it millions of times. I tried to wriggle away from him once he perched me on his shoulder, but his voice was so cold that I stopped.
"Don't make me hurt you."
I whimpered, crying quietly to myself as we moved through the overgrown brush. My head hung down, but I saw a dilapidated house swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Of course they lived in something straight out of a Stephen King novel. This was a nightmare after all.
Jake bucked his shoulder and I crashed to the ground, in a heap at his feet. I turned to look at where he'd brought me and almost wished they'd blindfolded me. The building was made out of irregular wood and sheet metal and some foul odor seemed to radiate from it.
With renewed vigor, I let out a screech. "HELP! Somebody help me!" I couldn't crawl because my hands were tied, but I tried to roll before he leaned down and took a hold of the rope that dangled from my binds and yanked me back like a yo-yo.
He swung open the door and drug me in. Old leaves and broken bottles scratched my skin as I rolled like a ball, slamming into a rickety table. I gagged as a wave of nausea hit me when I smelled something off. Meat that sweltered out here in the sun.
Now that I was in the shed, Jake exited and pulled the door shut, locking it. There was a space near the bottom and his mouth appeared there. I couldn't believe I'd looked at those lips and thought they were perfect for kissing. I let out a sob as I tried to shrink away from him.
"Don't worry, Cotton Candy. I'll be back a little later so we can have some fun."
***
I shivered, huddled in the corner. It'd been hours since my captors dumped me in the shed. I'd managed to cover the rotten meat with a bag of leaves and it seemed to snuff out some of the smell. There were cans of food, the labels worn to hell, but I was afraid to eat or drink anything that would make me go to the bathroom. There was a dirty bucket near the door that I guessed was supposed to function as my toilet, but I...I just couldn't. I couldn't come to terms with any of this.
Just a few hours ago I was wishing it was August so I could escape my family, but now I missed them so bad it made me ache. As I brought my knees to my chest and squeezed my eyes shut, I even wished for my dad.
When the shed door swung open, a spark of hope made me squint into the dark, but it was useless. Dad was probably cuddled in his Mcmansion in Georgia, tucked in nice and warm with his new family. And when the shadowy figure stepped into the room, it wasn't the massive frame of my father drew near. It was the younger guy. Jake.
He leaned down to me and even in the dim light I could tell he had something horrible planned. He grabbed my chin with his talons and forced my gaze upwards. I bristled as the smell of alcohol filled my nostrils. He was drunk.
"Ready to play, Cotton Candy?"
I cowered, trying to force a smile. Maybe if I played along I'd have a chance. "I'll do whatever you say--j-just don't hurt me."
I gasped as he reared back and slapped me clear across the face. Pain and terror swam in my eyes and when he twisted my scarlet hair and slammed my face toward him, I realized he was putting my head near his crotch. I could feel the swell of him on my raw cheek.
No, I thought quietly. Oh god no.
"You see what you do to me, baby?" he said thickly. "I just can't help myself."
I shrieked as he released me and I fell back into a pile of rubbish. But he wasn't done, he snatched the end of the rope that bound my hands, dragging me to the doorway of the shed. I fought to stand up, wincing as some unknown debris dug into my bare thighs.
He cast a look at me. "You're learning, Candy!"
I turned my face toward sky. It was pitch black except for the dull glow of the moon. It was as if this horrible place gobbled up all the light and goodness in the world. I put my attention forward, feeling the cut of rocks and gravel beneath my feet. Brother was taking me into the woods behind the house.
Was this it? Was he gonna rape and kill me?
I began to hyperventilate as I paused at the clearing before the jade green brush and inky darkness. "No," I whispered. I planted my firmly and spoke a little louder. "I won't go in there...I won't!"
But he just yanked the rope and I had a choice--be drug on the ground and further batter my legs, or walk to my doom. I let out a sob and decided on the second, letting him lead me into the woods.
Branches and leaves crunched beneath my feet as I stumbled behind him. I was his captive, his prisoner. He flicked on a flashlight and it was the only guide as we ducked and turned over stumps and rocks. He slowed when we reached a sparse area and released my leash. I wiggled my toes. The ground was smooth and bare.
He turned in a circle, illuminating a naked patch in the woods. "What do you think?"
I swallowed. "W-what is it?" I went rigid as he pulled me in and shoved his mouth onto my own. His tongue invaded me, trying to awaken mine, but it was all I could do to keep from gagging. If he picked up on my lackluster response, he had a helluva poker face. He released my lips and let out a moan. "Oh, Candy. I've needed a new sister so badly."
I let out a sob as his hands fell to my body. It was easy for him to rip off my bikini top and bottom, exposing me. His hands were warm and cruel on my breasts, groping them without lust or passion...only carnal need.
He let out a chuckle as one of his hands traveled down my stomach and settled on my vagina. I tried to step away, but his free hand gripped my neck and catapulted me back to him.
"O-ow-OW!" I shrieked. He didn't caress or prepare me, he just took a finger and shoved it inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the tears fall as he pumped me in and out. As he kissed and nipped my neck, my body slackened and I felt the wetness pooling in the heart of me. I cursed it--I didn't want him to think I liked it, but his fingers started squishing in and out, coated with my juices.
He wrapped my hair tight and slowly lowered me down. My nostrils flared and I reached for his fly, but he laughed before squeezing my cheek. “We have plenty of time for that, sweet Candy. Tonight, I just wanna be inside you."
He shoved me back and my spine cried out in pain as it collided with the ground. It was quickly replaced with revulsion as Jake sunk to his knees and spread my thighs. I was thankful for the dark so I could turn my head to the side, and didn't have to look at him. I bit my lips as a moan rose in my throat. I didn't want him to get the satisfaction of knowing that feeling him slowly pushing inside me brought me a measure of pleasure. I'd only been with my bf Rodney and he was inept and as virginal as me. Jake did steady strokes and worked his hips, grinding in to me. Each thrust made it harder for me to hold it back and a moan spilled from my lips.