[A.N.] This is my first time publishing a fanfiction, I really only write them as a hobby... A little nervous lol But anyway, I started writing this a really, really long time ago and have quite a bit of the story already written out. Sooo, if you like, let me know and I'll post more :) If you hate, let me know what you hate/ideas for improvement and I'll work on it :)

Also I really don't know my way around this site when it comes to actually publishing/uploading so if I screw up something please let me know 3

Trigger Warnings: This story contains a lot of abuse and some rape. If these themes trigger you please skip out on this story.

The tall, thick blades of grass sliced into her bare legs as she ran, leaving a series of long, paper-cut-like slits as they slid across her pale skin. She had lost a shoe in the struggle and sharp pains from the rough jungle terrain shot through the sole of her left foot. Gunshots and screaming echoed from the beach behind her, the heat of the jungle made her blouse cling to her sweat-soaked skin; breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Suddenly, her burst of adrenaline ran out and her legs shook before giving out beneath her as she fell to her knees. Gasping for air, the girl crawled behind a large rock, covering her ears and mumbling pleas for her life. It felt like forever that she'd been running through the jungle, but in reality it hadn't been even ten minutes since her group was attacked. She ran over the events in her mind.

The stranger at the bar in Bangkok had told them they'd have a great time on this island. He told them it was inhabited only by peaceful indigenous people, completely uncharted, the most beautiful place on earth he said, with the freedom to do whatever their hearts desired. After the stress her group had dealt with the past year it was too good to pass up. They got in the small private plane and flew to Rook Island. The stranger was right; it was the most beautiful sight she'd ever laid eyes on. The crisp, green foliage of the jungles, the crystal clear, aquamarine blue of the ocean and gorgeous white-sanded beaches... But immediately upon landing they were surrounded by men in red. They didn't look like the peaceful indigenous people he spoke of.

One of the red-clad strangers, a large, broad-shouldered man with a handkerchief hiding the lower half of his face, walked up and opened the plane's door, smacking the side of the plane with a massive, calloused hand. One by one the passengers climbed out, hands in the air, guns were pointing at them from every direction, slight jerks of the weapons directing them which way to go. Pirates? The large man handed the pilot a thick stack of money and waved him off.

Shit... was all that was going through the girl's head. She looked around frantically at her companions, the pirates started to bind their new prisoners' hands with thick rope. Her eldest cousin, Rick, gave her a meaningful look. He nodded slightly and the girl furrowed her brow. Very slightly he moved his lips, silently mouthing out the word run.

Before she could react, he turned and threw his arm forward, his fist connecting with one of the men's faces. She couldn't remember everything after that, their captors were all over Rick in a fraction of a second, beating him with the butt ends of their guns and fists. His girlfriend Jenny was staring with wide, tearful, blue eyes, clearly in shock as he screamed for her to run. Rick's brother, Jared, ran over with his girlfriend Mei in tow, and gripped his cousin's arm tightly, pulling her along behind him.

"Ana, fucking run!" he screamed.

With that all the blood in her body rushed to her limbs and Ana ran like hell into the jungle. The rush of adrenaline had her pushing so hard her legs screamed in protest as pain coursed through them. She didn't even realize when Jared and her got separated, she just ran until she couldn't anymore.

Now huddled in fear behind the rock Ana tried to control her breathing, she heard a distant voice yell about finding 'the redhead' and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, her stomach churning. Minutes passed and she began to hear the crunching of dirt, leaves, and twigs under heavy boots.

This can't be happening, she thought as the footsteps approached closer. The reason her two cousins and their girlfriends came here in the first place was to take their minds off a family tragedy. They were a small but very close-knit family and the passing of her cousins' mother took a heavy toll on all of them. Ana's mother had died during birth and her father shut down afterwards so her aunt took her in. Her cousins were essentially her brothers.

She pinched her engagement ring with her thumb and index finger, twisting it back and forth quickly, her fiancé, David, couldn't be with them. He was supposed to come but was away on a business trip so, unlike her cousins, Ana had come alone. She was thankful David was safe, it was the only positive thing going through her mind.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. They couldn't be more than a few meters away. In a desperate attempt to hide, she carefully flattened herself down on her belly and slid along the thick dirt, crawling deeper into the brush.

"Where the fuck is that bitch? Boss'll be pissed if we lose one." A voice sounded from directly behind her and she froze, face down in the dirt, just before a boot caught her ankle.

She shut her eyes tightly, praying that he'd mistake her for a root or something, then she felt the burning pain explode across her scalp as the pirate yanked her upwards by the roots of her hair.

"Found her!" the man called to the others in a heavy accent, "Can't hide with hair like that." He scoffed at her.

Ana had long, naturally bright-red hair, she cried out as he tightened his grip, pulling her against his body and spinning her around.

"Mmm..." he hummed crudely, biting his lower lip, "I claim copper-top here." He said as another man came up behind him.

Ana's grey-green eyes darted between the two of them, now-pale lips parted slightly as she started to tremble, tears threatening to spill over.

"Vaas'll decide on that. If she's expensive, she's a hostage. Otherwise I'm sure boss can sell her for a good price. If not... just try and keep her for yourself." The second man laughed, "Like a porcelain fuckin' doll." He ran the tip of a hunting knife across her cheek, drawing goosebumps as she shuddered with disgust.

"The fuck you morons doing in there?" a booming voice called from the beach, "If you've got her then get the fuck over here. We're loading up in the truck now and taking them to camp!"

The men shut up, quickly bound her arms behind her back, and dragged her through the brush towards a large truck. Before she could let the sight of them dragging Rick to his feet, bloodied, battered, and unconscious, sink in; they roughly gagged her, yanked a sack over her head and threw her into the back of the truck. The sack reeked and Ana wondered how many people had worn it before her, she tried not to even think about the foul-tasting rag in her mouth. She heard the hysterical cries of Rick's girlfriend Jenny and muffled groans from the others and they bounced around in the squeaky, old truck.

It wasn't long before they were pulled roughly from the vehicle and tossed to the ground. The sacks were torn from their heads as Ana and the others were grabbed by their tied arms and dragged through a makeshift entrance, large planks of steel and logs making up the walls surrounding the camp. Men in red were everywhere; staring them down, laughing, making crude gestures and whistling at the girls. Ana was still taking in her surroundings, looking for a way out, when she felt the heavy boots of one of the captors slam into her calves, knocking her to her already scraped and bleeding knees. The others were lined up beside her, Mei whimpered next to her before breaking into tears, sobbing with her head hanging down hopelessly.

"Mei, baby," Jared whispered, "Everything's going to be ok, I promise we'll get out of this ok?" He tried to sound strong but Ana could hear the fear cracking his voice.

Suddenly a silence fell on the camp; a man with a mohawk came to stand directly in front of them, scanning them with wild, light-brown eyes.

"How can you promise that? Huh?" he asked.

Jared stared up at him wordlessly. Ana turned her attention the ground, letting her long, red hair fall like a curtain over her face. Pleas and prayers for salvation pounding in her head, hoping that at any second she'd wake up back at their hotel in Bangkok.

"Hah, where are my manners? Welcome, first of all, to my island. Isn't she beautiful?" The man announced, with a terrifying air of casualty to his voice.

Ana peered through her hair to see him spreading his arms out proudly before hardening his tone.

"You're in my fucking kingdom now. I decide," He came closer, speaking directly to Jared, "if it's going to be ok... or not."

The man stared daggers into Jared, before completely changing his tone again and stepping back energetically, washing his gaze over them with a wide smirk.

"Ok, so who do we have here?"