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A preview chapter of my science fiction super hero novel that I finished. |
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Nadiya Romanenko was fifteen years old. Two months away from her birthday, her world would end. Two years ago, she dreamt of becoming a veterinarian. In her hometown of Poltava, she brought home small-injured animals caring for them. Her mother passed away due to illness when she was six years old. For some time it would be just her and her father who loved her dearly. Every day he walked her to school, and picked her up afterwards. On Fridays, he brought home honey cake for them to share after dinner. She was his Маленький ягня, which stood for “little lamb” in Ukrainian. This went on for four years until her father remarried the local butcher’s wife; a widow two years prior to him. The childless woman unable to conceive by neither her former husband nor her father had nothing but contempt for her behind her father's back. Nadiya held her peace, thinking of her father's happiness after being so long without her mother. She would not know that after three years of enduring, fate would take away her father trying to intervene in a knife fight at a local bar. No more honey cakes came after that night. In their stead were verbal abuse and vicious beatings. No longer was she allowed go to school. Instead, her stepmother rented her out as cheap labor cleaning houses and businesses from dawn to late evening just to keep a roof over her head and food in her belly. For a while, she skimmed money from the pay she received in hopes of saving enough to run away, until her stepmother found out and almost beat her to death for it. Four nights after the savage beating, the men came and ripped her from her bed screaming. Her last glimpse of the inside her home, was of her stepmother taking a sizable stack of cash from the man who would be her new owner. Yuri Bondarchuk was a well-known dealer of narcotics and white slave prostitution. A sadist with the local police in his back pocket, he purposely sought out virgins so that he could hold auctions and sell them to the highest bidder. Age did not matter to him as long as he could get away with it. The Ukrainian government's extremely laid-back position on the situation allowed him to get away with a lot. Yuri dashed away Nadiya's dreams of becoming a veterinarian for grooming to become a sex slave. He forced her to take heroin between her toes to make her depended, made her watch a girl two years older than her beaten to death with a lead pipe by Yuri himself to instill fear. Her virginity would go to the highest bidder, not to her boyfriend or husband on her wedding day. Afterwards she would be raped repeatedly, every day for the remainder of her life, or until she died from a drug overdose, disease, or at the hands of Yuri. Nadiya sat curled up on her bed in the middle of her cell like room wearing a worn out cheap school girls outfit two sizes smaller than anything she ever worn. She wept for a father that would never come. The cheers and howls outside meant the auction was over. The man coming to take her would be in her room soon. She tried to pull herself together remembering the warning from Yuri and the other girls if she did not perform as expected. She wished Yuri had doped her up before casting her into hell, but he wanted the client to have the entire virgin experience. To not only feel but see the agonizing pain and tears as he ruined her with each thrust. She quickly wiped her eyes and sat up on the bed at the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer. Her first night in the house, Yuri told her to pray to her hearts content because there was no God. No one was coming for a little whore. She continued to pray nonetheless, begging God to save her, for salvation from this horrific fate. She never stopped until her first John walked through the door. She did not know what revolted her more, that he could be her grandfather, or that he still had his wedding ring on. He stumbled over to her still in his construction work clothes, the stench of boozed rained down on her as he towered over her. It got worse as he cupped his filthy callous ridden hand around her face forcing her to her feet. "Pretty face…" he grinned. He grabbed her up cupping and squeezing her rear under her skirt while doing the same with her left breast. She squirmed fighting to keep her tears from falling again. It felt like he was trying to crush her chest in his bare hand. "Firm ass…nice tits…but are you as tight as I paid for?" he dryly asked. Nadiya squealed now standing on the tips of her toes as she felt two of his filthy un-manicured fingers making its way in between her panties and inside of her. It felt as if he was stabbing her. She violently trembled wishing for death, what she got was his liquor stained tongue with bile forced down her throat. Her stomach turned and she wanted to puke. She kept it down remembering what Yuri promised to do to her if the customer was not satisfied. He grabbed the back of her blonde mane as he displayed a near toothless grin; it felt as if he was going to rip it out by the root. “I paid good money to break you into a whore tonight bitch,” he sneered, “And I'm going to fill every one of your holes….starting with your pretty little mouth.” The next thing she heard was the unbuckling of a belt, the sound of a zipper opening, and his pants coming down. With the pull of her hair, he slowly forced her down on her knees. The stench was worse than what was coming from his mouth. “There you go…and if I feel teeth…I will knock them out of your mouth,” he growled. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth moving closer to end. The Earth shook around her followed by a massive explosion viciously rattling everything. Smoke filled her small room as the old man now his rear with his pants around his ankles cried out in fear. She crawled over to the door where she heard more screams and yells. Yuri's voice filled with obscenities was the loudest. Nadiya found the courage to enter the hallway where the smoke was the thickest. Most of the girls stayed in their room only poking their heads out along with their Johns. She moved toward the chaos, to her it was far better than spending another second more in that room. She got as far as the end of the hallway looking into the bar where the front entrance was no more. As the evening moonlight casted into the room, she could not see Yuri's face with his back turned to her, but she could sense fear and rage coming from him. All of it was directed toward the woman standing within the obliterated entranceway. She was tall with dark caramel skin; Nadiya had seen a person with her complexion once asking for directions as she passed through her village with fellow travelers. She wore a simple red thin leather jacket and long black tights. Her long dark woolen mane, and red cherry-toed bare feet captivated Nadiya, while her piercing deep glowing blue eyes told her that Yuri the devil was a liar. There was a God, and angels walked the Earth. |
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