A woman of hate and of rage is what many would say about Kyra. She trusts no one, likes no one, and avoids people as much as possible. The only nice thing the people of her village have seen her do is be kind to the children, and even then they're very wary of her. She handed a little girl an apple last night and her mother smacked the fruit from the child's hand. The child was told not to take anything that 'that woman' would try to give her. Most people would be upset at being insulted in such a manner; it's embarrassing. Kyra just watched the woman drag her little girl away as onlookers laughed. The moment Kyra turned her head to the onlookers, they all quickly shut up.
"That's what I thought." Kyra said as one of them passed her by in a hurry. She had gained a certain reputation in this village, one that caused those around her to fear and avoid her, but that's exactly what she wanted. She wanted them to stay away from her, whether through fear or hatred. She didn't anyone bothering her. The only people that dealt with her are the one's she worked for, but even they kept her in the back of their shop and often seemed scared of her. Kyra was often quiet, never bothering anyone unless they bothered her first. She did her work and was a quick learner when she needed to be. The way she'd be described by those who knew her was, "She's useful."
Those words stung, bringing back memories that she hated re-experiencing. Those words reminded her of a day where she was just a tool or an object to use. It was a time that she would never go back to. And this morning, after a night full of nightmares, tossing and turning, Kyra woke in her bed to stare up at the ceiling. She slid out from under the blankets and set her feet on the ground, stretching back and yawning as she stood. She stood up and began walking toward the bath when she felt something wrap tightly around her ankle. "Ah-!" she gasped and looked down, but before she could get a good look, her ankle was pulled on and her body came crashing down to the ground.
Kyra looked down to see a man with some sort of mask around his face glaring at her. "Let go!" she yelled and kicked his face in. He let out a low groan as she got up. Kyra stood and tried running around the bed to run out of the room, but he had rolled under the bed just to grab her ankle again. Her body once again came tumbling to the ground. She reached out to grab onto the door as she fell, but missed. She rolled over on her back as he came crawling out from under the bed. Before she could kick him again, he was able to crawl completely over her body, placing himself in between her legs. "GET OF-" her yell was cut off as his hand came up and pressed roughly over her mouth.
"It's time for you to come with me, cutie." he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver. She began attempting to push him off, but he brought his hands down to her neck and began to choke her. He pressed his thumbs roughly into her throat, cutting off her air supply. "S-S-St-... op..." she begged, tears squeezing out of her eyes as she tried her best to breathe in some air. She kicked her legs around him, trying to get some sort of leverage to kick him off. "Shhh... Shhh." he smiled as he watched her struggle beneath his grasp. After a while, she just froze and her grip loosened. Once that happened, he let her go to allow her to breathe, causing her to rapildy take in air and cough.
"Now, shut up and don't struggle." he grabbed the side of her shirt as she was trying to catch her breath and rolled her over on her stomach. He took advantage of her current distraction and forced her arms behind her back. He quickly tied her hands very tightly. As he stood, he grabbed her bindings and pulled her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her head to look at him. "You're cuter than I thought you'd be." he said, causing her to look at him in confusion, but that soon faded when she felt his lips press roughly against her own. She kept her mouth closed, frustrating him as the kiss was broken. The next thing she knew, she saw his fist flying toward her face.
Kyra wasn't sure how long it was since she had been knocked out. As she opened her eyes, the first thing she realized was that she was tied to a post, forcing her to stand up. She quickly noticed the smell of food. Her stomach growled because of her own hunger, catching the attention of someone near her. "Hungry?" a deep voice spoke to her and she turned to him. A large man was sitting on an old stump eating what looked to be the end of a steak. He had short hair that was brushed back and wore normal armors. She also noted a large sword by his side and a dagger at his left hip. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, sighing as if she already knew what was coming.
"Haha." He laughed as he took his final bite and set the plate down, "I'm not going to do anything. The boss, on the other hand, hasn't been able to have any fun for a few weeks and decided he'd use you." The man motioned toward another man that was staring at her. In fact, quite a few of them were, making her feel very uncomfortable. Kyra just let her head fall. "Fine..." she muttered, shocking the man that had been speaking to her. "Not gonna fight, huh? Leo said you put up quite the fight when he collected you..." Kyra looked toward the man that was motioned to, seeing the man in the mask salute toward her, "So why wouldn't you put up any of that fight now?"
"What's the point?" Kyra said, staring straight at the leader who would be using her soon, "I couldn't take on one of you, let alone the eight I can see here now. I have no way to fight. If you're wanting my body, you'll take it. Fighting will only get me in more trouble... And I'm sick of being hit." The tone she was using was beyond defeated, as if she had completely given up, but who could blame her? The leader of the group stood up and stepped toward her, placing his hand under her chin and making her look up to her with her now emotionless eyes. He smirked, "It seems I've conquered you already... and I haven't even begun. Stay here, men." He said and the other's just cheered and laughed.
"You'll call me Arklan, understood." he told her as he cut the ropes that kept her tied to the post. She said nothing and he grabbed her hair, pulling her along like a dog, walking away from his group and continuing until they were completely out of ear shot. The two came to a strange clearing in the forest, one that Kyra found shockingly beautiful. She looked around, seeing all of these pretty little flowers growing everywhere. If Arklan hadn't suddenly pulled harshly on her hair and threw her body to the floor, she would have smiled. Her body hit the ground, messing up a small batch of these pretty flowers. He dropped down near her and flipped her onto her back, forcing her legs open.
"The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt." he warned her and she just found herself looking at a particularly pretty flower that was living a few inches from her head. She dazed out for a few moments, concentrating heavily on the flower near her. What seemed like no time at all had passed and a sharp and familiar pain suddenly shot through her lower body. She gasped, letting out a soft whimper before she was ready to scream. "Don't you dare!" he yelled, covering mouth, "You scream even a single time, I'll slit your fucking throat." Kyra stared blankly at him, nodded, and then turned to look to the flower, returning her full concentration to it and doing her best to ignore the pain she felt.
His grunts seemed muffled and the pain didn't even feel that bad. "I'm not crying..." she thought as she felt her breast being fondled roughly, "I usually cry..." She continued staring at that flower, not even realizing any amount of time that may be going by. This man, Arklan, was enjoying her body. He chuckled as he thrust into her, speaking in disapproval, "You've been used before. I was hoping for a virgin." She ignored him still and was suddenly slapped across the face. She looked to him for a moment, "Are you done?" He narrowed his eyes and suddenly began moving faster and harder, slamming himself into her. "Stupid bitch!" he yelled and she laid there under him, staring at that single flower, her body being roughly pushed back and forth over the grassy area, as this man used her.
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