Author's Note: I'm basing this whole story off of one scene i saw in 'kill bill' Not gonna be like the movie but I really hope you guys like this story.
Chapter 1: The blood under my fingernails
It felt hot and stuffy in here. And as I felt the heat, I felt like I couldn’t breathe and the feeling made me panic.
I couldn’t move. Hardly a muscle. My ankles were tied by a belt and my hands were tied behind my back.
I tried to move but it was close to impossible.
I groaned as I tried to pull my ankles apart.
Eventually, I just stop trying. He tied the belt too tight.
My muscles ached from trying to fight the man. I couldn’t see his face because I’m blindfolded. But I can smell the gas in the car. I know I’m in the trunk. And the thought had me claustrophobic. I moaned in pain as I tried to stretch my legs.
I began kicking the other end of the trunk and moaning against the cloth that was tied around my mouth.
This odd nervous feeling rose in my chest and deep in the pit of my stomach as reality settled in. What’s about to happen to me?
Who is this?
Who was doing this?
I wanted to hide the fear I felt but that wasn’t going away.
I felt it deep and my body got Goosebumps as I felt the car make a sharp turn and then come to an abrupt stop.
Panic rose in my throat again.
I heard the car door open and then slam shut.
“Bring her in.” Said a familiar voice.
I tried to wiggle free but stopped because I tried to understand. Was that my dad?
“Daddy?” I asked through the cloth in my mouth.
I felt the rush of cold and heard the trunk door open.
And I was hit with a heavy smell of cigar smoke. As I inhaled it, it made my nostrils burn.
I felt strong arms grab me and I was pulled up against something, someone. With a familiar cologne on.
I heard the door to the trunk being shut and then I was flung over somebody’s shoulder.
I cried out and tried to wiggle free but whoever this was, kept me firmly on his shoulder.
I felt the air around me get warmer and I knew I was in a building.
I heard the door slam shut and I was thrown onto a hard surface that made my back hurt.
I tried to wiggle free again and turned to my side. Trying to pull my legs up to wiggle free from my shoes so that I’d be wiggled free from the belt tied around my ankles.
I stopped when I heard voices. Familiar voices.
“Does she know its you?” Asked a voice that sounded too much like my dad, Tomas.
“No, she doesn’t. Not yet.” The other voice replied.
“Get her up, shackle her to the table while I get the camera.” That familiar voice said.
“Daddy?” I squeaked through the cloth.
I could hear footsteps walk over to me.
“Hush, little girl.” Said another familiar voice. I recognized it immediately. Harper. My dad’s best friend.
What is he doing?
Did he do this?
Another set of footsteps came over to me and then I was suddenly turned on my back and a heavy foot stepped down hard on my chest.
I grunted as the foot grew heavy on my chest and it made it hard for me to breathe.
“Stop fucking toying with her and untie her.” Said the voice that sounded like my dad.
“Daddy?” I cried.
I felt someone grab me by my feet and pull me down and forced the belt apart.
And I’m grateful for it.
Then my hands are untied and I stretch on instinct.
“Hold still little darlin.’” Said Harper. He pulled the blindfold off of my eyes and my gray eyes looked up into his.
Harper was smirking down at me. His fingers caressed the side of my face and then he took the cloth out of my mouth. “What is your problem?” I whispered.
“It was your dad’s idea. Pretty damn genius if you ask me.”
“Dad?” I sat up and turned to look back at him.
He was leaning against a table that had shackles on one end.
He was dressed all in black and had a camera in his hands. His blue eyes looked into mine. “Hi, baby girl.” He said casually.
“What are you doing?” I got to my feet and at the movement, Harper moved closer to me.
My dad put the camera down on the table still facing me. “We have a little predicament.”
“You know what.” He said nodding and then his fingers caressed over the shackles. “You told your grandfather about what happened two years ago?” He asked.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Dad, I never told anyone, I swear.” I said shaking my head. Tears formed in my eyes.
Harper was right behind me. His hands on my waist pulling me back against him so I felt his erection. “We don’t believe you.” He whispered.
“I wouldn’t tell him anything! I swear!”
“He knows. And the only people aside from me and Harper that knows is you,” He walked over to me until he was right in front of me. “So, did you tell?” He asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
My dad smirked. “Yes, you did.”
“I swear that I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone, I swear.”
He stared at me and then glanced at Harper.
His eyes met mine and I felt the heavy blow knock me down to my back.
I felt this heavily stinging feeling in my mouth and I turned to get on my hands and knees attempting to crawl away as blood fell out from between my lips.
I spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor, and with it, I see a bloody tooth.
“Get up, Kat.” I hear my dad say in irritation.
I’m too scared to obey.
Harper grabs me by my arm and keeps me against him and made me turn to face my dad.
“Did you tell anyone.” His voice was low and threatening.
“Answer the question, Kat.”
I sighed. Letting out a huge gulp of air I’ve been holding in for a while. “I’m sorry. I had to tell him.” I whispered.
My dad, Tomas nodded. “Thank you for telling the truth, baby.” He said and then turned to grab the camera and he had it focused on me.
“What are you gonna do?” I sniffed.
My dad didn’t answer, instead, Harper brought me over to the table.
His hands roamed around my body and I looked to my dad who was video taping this. Why was he doing that? “What are you doing?” I asked.
My dad stood back and didn’t say a word as he continued video taping me and Harper.
“Stop touching me.” I said in between clenched teeth.
He grabbed me by hair forcing my head back. “Do not tell me no.”
I looked him up in his eyes and felt tears coming down.
He let my hair go and I felt him lifting my shirt from my body. “No.” I managed to get across the table without him catching me, my dad hurried over, blocking my path of letting me free. “Please…dad. Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“I enjoy this. And you deserve it all. I told you that family secrets stay secrets and you know what happens if any of them are let out so now you have to pay the price, Kat.” He threw the camera to Harper and forced me back over to the table when he bent me over and forced my hands over to the other side of the table. The shackles were closed around my wrist and tightly. So tightly, they bit into my skin.
“I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone else. Please….daddy.” I whispered breathlessly.
He didn’t say anything. He just turned and stood in the corner as Harper set the camera up facing me.
I tried to pull myself free and at every attempt, it cut through my skin. The shackles were cold and stuck to my raw flesh.
I could see blood forming from the deep cutting in my wrist.
I gasped in panic.
“It didn’t have to be this way, Kat.” Harper said walking over to me until he was behind me.
“But I can’t say,” He grabbed my hips and ground his erection against me and moaned softly. “I can’t deny that I’m not enjoying this.” He leans over my body, his breath smells like smoke as he breathes into my ear. “I’ve been waiting for this.” Then his hands reach over and her grabs my shirt and rips the fabric.
I gasped and pull hard against the shackles, trying to pry myself free.
“Stop.” Harper said aggressively keeping me in place.
“Don’t do this.” I breathed.
Harper wasn’t listening as he took his time removing my shoes and socks.
Then he pulled my jeans down.
I was being exposed, not only to an older man, but my dad was about to watch this.
I shut my eyes and the embarrassment took over.
Harper felt in between my legs and he moaned in satisfaction as his hand went to my clit.
“Are you gonna watch her become a woman?” I can hear a smile in Harper’s voice.
“Yes.” My dad replied and my eyes squeezed shut as my panties were pulled down to my ankles.
I gasped as his fingers explored me and lightly dipped into my slit, a weird alien feeling. I just clenched my teeth in anger.
My dad was watching this. And I never felt more scared and humiliated in my life.
I could hear Harper pulling his pants down and I tensed up. I tried again and again to get away, and again.
Harper grabbed my hair, making me gasp and forced my head down hard against the table. It was painful and stinging and burning as another tooth broke off and fell onto the table. And more blood spilled down onto the table.
I couldn’t talk. I could just whimper as more and more blood just kept forming in my mouth.
“Stop moving.” He said and then held me in place.
I didn’t know what to expect, I just knew that my trembling cries had me shaking.
“I wonder…” He breathed and plunged himself in ripping through my virginity. My finger nails dug into the table, my nails broke off , drawing blood, having it form from my fingers as splinters penetrated my skin.
I gasped, trying my hardest to keep my screams bottled in.
All I could do was stand there speechless as he held my shoulders.
“You’re so fucking tight. Just like I always imagined.” He groaned and pushed deep inside of me.
I had to block this out. All of it because I couldn’t handle it.
“I know you wanna scream.” Harper breathed while thrusting in and out slow.
I shut my eyes and gasped with every sharp thrust.
I was trying to appear out of my body. This was too painful to bear.
My head was forced to the side on the hard wooden table, forcing me to look right into the lens of the camera.
“Smile for the camera, baby.” He groaned and his fingers drove through my hair and pulled hard.
My body hit the table as he thrusted fast and eventually stilled as he groaned out my name loudly and pulled my hair harder.
He held my hips in place as he came in me.
I closed my eyes as my bloody nails continued digging for the wood.
Slob and blood poured out of my mouth and I sniffed. My stomach contracted and I vomited all over the table.
My breathing got hard. And my fingers mistakenly went through the vomit.
“Fucking gross.” Harper said in a disgusted voice.
He took me by my hair and forced my face into the disgusting pile of muck and threw me down on the floor as I cried.
I curled into a ball and continued crying. It’s all I could do to keep from going insane.
I shut my eyes and block out the sound of approaching footsteps.
This feeling of dread came over me.
I heard something that sounded like a chain come towards me. I couldn’t open my eyes all the way since Harper forced me in the pile of throw up, I couldn’t open my eyes all the way.
Out of nowhere, My skin stung and flared violently as I was whipped. I cried out to the top of my lungs.
“PLEASE!” I cry out. The whips become more and more violent and I can’t take it. I can feel the chain breaking through my skin, making it both hot and bloody.
I’m whipped across my legs, my stomach, my breast, even my face. I almost feel like begging whoever it was whipping me to kill me.
I was whipped more, the chain biting and sinking, and scratching and cutting through my skin.
And as I try to crawl away, it gets no better, the whipping doesn’t stop. Not for a second.
I feel a cold shoe on my behind, pinning me down as I’m whipped repeatedly across my back.
I can feel my very flesh tearing as I dig my already bloody and broken nails into the floor and scream out.
“Had enough?” I heard Harper asked. His voice was a few feet back which meant…my dad was doing this to me.
“Dad?” I whimpered through my cries.
“Stay quiet.” He whispered.
“Please stop. It hurts.” I said in a strained voice.
“I know but you know how it is, I’m doing this because you deserve it.” He whispered and threw another heavy whip. I cried out and attempted to crawl away again.
The whips stop and I’m grateful, although my back and the rest of my body stings violently. The foot is taken off my behind just as a car pulls up.
I’m coughing, trying to spit all the taste of metallic blood out of my mouth.
When I hear the door open, a burst of wind come in and it makes me shiver.
I hear the footsteps of two people. “Did you get the hole dug?” My dad asked.
“Yes sir.” says a guy.
“Good.” He picks me up, my scars sting from where he’s touching me and I cry out and try to fight him. He forces me out the door anyway.
The cold hits my skin fiercely and my crying is uncontrollable as I’m forced onto the ground of painful rocks.
“How old is this little doll?” I hear a guy ask.
“Sixteen.” Harper answers.
I feel hands feel on my body and my legs being spread. “Not a virgin anymore.” I hear the voice say.
I attempt to open my eyes, although they burn as I do, I look up into the face of a blonde haired, blue eyed guy with what looked like a skin disease.
He smiles down at me. “She’s the cutest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” He says.
Harper looks down at me, smirking. “The tightest too.” He said.
The man laughs and shakes his head. “Disappointing when kids disobey their parents isn’t it?”
Harper nodded. “But they’re consequences to that shit. This little pussy haven’t seen anything yet.”
The man chuckles. “Oh…she’s not even aware of what’s waiting for her back in the field…is she?”
Harper shakes his head.
The man shrugs. “Well, she’ll see.” Then he turns his head as if to see if anyone is coming. Then he looked back down at me. He kicked me hard in my nose to the point where it brought immediate tears to my eyes.
I turned on my back and grabbed my nose with my hand. It felt….disfigured. And the thought scared me.
“Wanna have a go with her?” Harper asked. My body tensed up in fear.
“Nah, she looks dirty enough as is…plus I got the wife at home.”
“Ready?” I heard my dad ask.
“As ever.” Hands pick me up and a key unlock the trunk and I’m thrown in.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the trunk slams shut.
In my head, I’m praying as the car starts up and takes off.
Takes off for a long time and I’m laying here, with my body that’s been whipped, punished, and violated. Violated horribly.
My groans are loud as my body throbs from the excruciating pain.
I can’t hardly move.
Every time I do, it hurts too badly.
I soon feel the car stop and the sound of doors opening.
The key unlocks the trunk and then it opens. I gasp as a bat, wooden and hard, comes down on my face and I cry out.
The bat is in the hands of the blonde haired, blue eyed guy.
And he throws the bat down and grabs me by my hair and forces me out of the car while another guy...who doesn’t look familiar at all grabs my legs.
I try to wiggle free but the attempt is weak…I’m weak and I have no more fight in me.
I shut my eyes as they carry me across what looks like a field.
The panic doesn’t rise out of my body until I’m placed in a long wooden…rectangular box.
Then realization hit me hard. “No…please…I don’t wanna-”
“Shut up.” Harper growled.
My heart skipped a beat as tears returned to my eyes.
Harper got on his knees next to the wooden box. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.
I nodded and sniffed.
Harper shook his head. “I don’t think you have…darlin.” He caressed my bloody face and smiled. Then he looked to the Blonde haired, blue eyed guy and nodded.
He got up and disappeared from my view.
“Harper…please.” I whispered.
Harper looked over as my dad came into view and stared down at me.
“Daddy?” I asked.
He smiled slightly. “You’re gonna be fine, honey. I promise.” He whispered and then watched as a wooden lid came over to cover the box I was laying in.
My eyes grew wide. “NO! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS! LET ME OUT!!!” I screamed.
I banged against the lid as hard as I could, bruising up my hand.
The box began sliding. Sliding down somewhere.
“OH god please!” I cried out and banged against the lid. It was way too heavy to lift and I was already weak from the beating.
Then, I felt a hard and loud thud that made my body jerk.
I looked around the box, my breathing hard and loud. I felt the dirt as it plopped down onto the box.
“NO!” I cry out. Harsh realization settled in.
“DADDY!!!” I scream and bang against the lid. I cry out as loud as I can manage. And I can’t take it, my breathing grows slow as I cry.
I feel claustrophobic in here. It’s hot and no room to move.
I take a few last gasps of breath as I pass out……..