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Pain - Three Days Grace

1. Pain

*Elena POV*

More, I thought. I need more. My eyes were tearing up, my head was pounding, I couldn't feel my legs. I heard footsteps, but I couldn't tell whether they were far away or close. I looked around my room to see if I can find any of it. When I got up from my bed, it hit me like a thousand needles. God, my head was pounding. It felt like a million cars were piled on top of me. I started shaking. I need more and I need it now. I crawled back on top of my bed having no more strength to stand up. I've been through this countless times, but it hurts more and more each time I endure it. The footsteps were getting louder… I think. He's coming. I don't know whether to be afraid or happy. The curtains to my room were opened abruptly.

"Looking for this?" He said with his thick Russian accent. I looked up and I saw his short, stubby figure. His face was full of white scruff and his eyes looked almost black. While inspecting his body, I saw something clutched in his hand. I found the strength somewhere within me and charged toward him with all my might. "Ah ah ah," he chuckled while holding the needle just out of my reach.

"Please," I cried. "I'll do anything."

"Of course you will do anything. You are my property," he responded.

"Please Vlad," I cried trying to get the needle out of his grip. I felt his hands go to my chest and he pushed me onto my bed… Hard. The air was knocked out of me and I found myself coughing and gasping for air. Vlad left my room and I felt weak and defeated. "Please!" I called, not even knowing I was screaming. I laid on my tattered sheets for what seemed like a lifetime. I closed my eyes trying to distract myself from the pain. I was on the verge of sleep until I heard my curtains open again. I saw Vlad, but he was not alone. He was accompanied by a man probably in his mid fifties. He was wearing what looked like an expensive black suit and a Rolex watch. I further investigated the man and saw a golden ring on his ring finger.

"What about this girl?" he asked the man beside him. I felt embarrassed and tried covering my body due to the fact that I only had a bra and underwear on. He stared at me for quite sometime before he finally spoke.

"She will have to do. I only have about an hour because I'm on my lunch break, but I can afford to be a little late," he said with a clear American accent as he wore a disgusting grin.

"Okay. That will be 500 dollars, sir. She is one of our most beautiful girls here, so we raise price a little." Vlad informed him with his deep Russian accent. The older man reached in his back pocket and took out his wallet. He opened it, took out five bills, and handed them to Vlad. The Russian happily received the money while sticking out his other hand for a handshake. The older man took his hand and shook it firmly. "If you would like, there is a bathroom across the hall so you can... uh... Prepare yourself," Vlad informed the old man. The man exited my room and started toward the bathroom.

"Please Vlad, I'll be good. Please don't make me do this." I begged him.

"You have no choice. How else do you expect me to make money?" He told me with a nasty smile.

"You can't make me do it. I won't let you." The words just slipped out of my mouth. Suddenly, my body was overwhelmed with anger.

"I can make you do anything as long as I have this," Vlad replied as he took the needle out of his pocket and held it next to his face. I froze just staring at the needle. I stared at the yellow liquid craving the effect it had on me. In an instant, all my pain began rushing back to the surface. My head was pounding just looking at the heroin in Vlad's hand. "So how about it. I'll give you a hit, if you do as I say." I felt sick. Not because I was withdrawing from heroin, but because I was actually considering trading my body for just a small dose.

"I'll do it," I said softly just above a whisper. He threw the needle at the floor and smiled.

"Good girl. If you satisfy him, I will give you bigger reward." Vlad said as he left my room. I grabbed the needle from the floor and took a belt that a former 'client' probably left behind. I wrapped the belt around my bicep and saw a vein emerge from my skin. I drove the needle in my arm and slowly began to release the yellow liquid into myself. I immediately felt the drug affect my body. I laid my back on the bed and closed my eyes. I began hallucinating and seeing the things I desired most in life.

"Jeremy! Come downstairs! Breakfast is ready!" I yelled from the bottom of the staircase. I went back to the kitchen and saw mom setting up the table while dad flipped the pancakes. I took my seat and everything felt perfect. I was with the people I loved most in life. "Honey! Honey!" I heard my dad call.

I awoke from my hallucination. "Honey!" I heard a familiar voice say. I sat up and saw the man that was with Vlad earlier enter my room. I laid on my back once again and tried to go back to my hallucination, but I failed.

"Just do what you have to do," I told the man as I began to feel tears streaming down the sides of my face. I felt the man advance on me and suddenly he was on top of me. I closed my eyes trying to shield myself from his appalling appearance. I felt his face getting closer to mine and I knew he was going to try and kiss me. I turned my face to the side to avoid it. I never let anyone kiss me. Kissing was something you were supposed to do when you had feelings for someone. In reality, sex is just sex. You don't really need to have feelings for someone to have sex. However, instead of this man trying to kiss me, he pressed his rough, dry lips to my ear.

"Open your eyes, honey. I want to see them when I fuck you," he whispered to me. When hearing these words, I felt my stomach churn. Men never seized to disgust me. I refused his orders because I was like that. I was stubborn and I always have been, even before I got trapped in this place. "I said to fucking open them!" He yelled at me as he slapped me across the face. My eyes jerked open, not to obey him, but to let the tears of pain stream down my cheeks. "Good," he said in a low voice. He raised himself off of my bed and stood up. "Since I'm limited on time, I have to fuck you half naked," he said while unbuckling his belt. I watched him fingering his pants until they completely dropped and he stepped out of them. I looked away the moment he pulled down his briefs to avoid seeing his manhood. He resumed his place on top of me and I knew what was about to happen. I couldn't stop the tears escaping my eyes. He forced his head between my neck and shoulder. I felt his rough hands move between us and I felt him clawing at my panties. Once he got them off, I felt the tip of him at my entrance. The tears were burning my eyes. Suddenly, I felt him thrust inside me. I let out a whimper and involuntarily arched my chest upward. He took no time at all and he began moving inside me ferociously. I felt nothing but pain. Although this is not my first time doing this, it hurt badly. I was not only in physical pain but I was experiencing all kinds of pain. I did not want to do this. I don't want to be a sex slave. I wanted a life. I wanted to finish school, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to get married, to have a family, to have someone to die happy with, but instead I get this. I started to cry more as this man began to move harder and faster inside me. I'll make it through this. I always do. I looked up at the ceiling and picked a spot to stare at while the man finishes with me. I heard a low groan escape his throat as he reached his climax. His pace was slowing down and he withdrew himself from me quickly. The man collected his clothing and began dressing in front of me. "Thank you," he said, while sliding the curtains and leaving my room. I got up from my bed and rushed toward the corner of the room to a bucket that I used for my waste. I was dry heaving into the bucket until something eventually came out of my mouth. I laid on the cement for a while and saw my panties on the floor. I quickly retrieved them and put them back on. I laid back on my bed trying to get some rest and prepare myself for the next day.

*DE*

I probably was asleep for two hours until I heard Vlad's loud voice outside my room. "What do you mean they're coming? Who is coming?" I could only assume that he was yelling at his guards.
"I don't know! Our inside source was warning me to tell you that they're coming!" I heard an unfamiliar Russian voice say.
"We must be quick. Take a few girls and load them in the truck. We have to leave now." I suddenly heard the sound of curtains sliding and girls screaming. I had no idea what was going on. I peeked outside my curtain and I saw Vlad's guards gathering as many girls as they can. Instinctively, I came up with a plan to escape. I watched as one guard walked through the hall to a room across from mine. He took the girl by the hair and began dragging her away. I looked to both sides and I ran to the room across from me and tried to find a hiding spot in there. I left the curtains open to make the guards think that someone has already taken the girl occupying that room. I heard footsteps coming near and I saw the shadow of two guards about to pass the room I was in. I held my breath fearing that the guard would hear me. He was going to enter the room I was in. I began silently crying. I really am going to spend my life as a sex slave. I saw his shadow at the door but he did not enter.

"I cleared that one already. Get the girls with their curtains closed," I heard someone say. The guard's shadow began to move away and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. After a while, the building was so quiet. Dead silent. Everyone was gone, but I remained in the room not knowing what to do. I stood there for about an hour until I felt my legs giving in. I fell hard to the floor and I was slipping out of consciousness. I heard sirens outside, but I knew that it was just the heroin playing tricks on my mind... Or was it?

End of chapter 1. Hi, my name is Tiffany and I am a die-hard Delena fan. This is my first fan fiction and I'm a little skeptical due to the controversial topic. However, I hope you enjoy my fan fic and I hope you leave your honest reviews! Feel free to follow me on twitter: DelenaFamilyTVD :)

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