A/N: OK, I've been meaning to write this story for quite a while know. I do not own any of the Cirque Du Freak characters, only the plot to this story. I first gave one of my friends the idea of the story, but he gave it back due to the... 'events' that are going to take place in this fan fiction. I warn anyone who are squeamish or sensitive to not read this. I've rated it M for a reason, not just because of blood.
And, I'M NOT A PERVERT! OK?!?!?!?!?! I just had this idea and when I have an idea for something, I have to let it out. So, that's just a small heads up. Now, on with the story.
And, please, be easy on me, I'm new here.
Prologue
Screams escape my lips. Tears rolling off my face and to the blood stained floor. I keep screaming for help, but I know no one can hear me. I'm alone, no one to help me, just on my own with this...this monster.
My eyes are shut tightly as my screams become deafening. The hands holding me against the wall begin to slide the sleeves of my shirt down and make me scream even more.
Smack!
I scream again. One hand has released me, only to slap me across my face. The figure causing my pain presses his nails deeper into my shoulder blades. Blood starts to seep out, staining my shirt, but I hardly notice mild stains. My pain is just getting started. The figure in front of me goes on with his sick ways.
He dips his head to where my shoulder and neck meet and starts nipping as much as he wants. More of my tears and screams are released. I beg for him to stop, only to receive more punches to the rib cage or smacks in the face. He presses his cheek against mine; my eyes filled with misery and disgust.
"Such warm cheeks. He says, seductively. The figure wraps his other arm around my waist and pulls me in. "So beautiful...You're just so...beautiful." I whimper once again as he moves his arm up and down on my back. More tears form in the corners of my eye, but I try my hardest to keep them hidden; less beatings if I cry when he leaves me to sulk and cry from my torture.
"St-stop, please!" I beg once again. Though I know it's no use, I try anyway. It helps me stop my tears for one night and forces back any nightmares I have when I pass out from blood lose or shock from this torture.
He grabs my chin and pinches hard. A quick yelp escapes my lips as he pulls me even closer...A bit too close for comfort. He smiles wickedly. His eyes are filled with lust, the eyes that I fear so much. "Why would I do that..." He pulls me in. "You're mine now, Darren" Finally, he places his lips on mine and my world spins out of control as my fear finally surrenders me to a black out, and I'm quite thankful for it.
So, what did you think? Well, read and review, but please, nothing mean.
R&R