Nadya’s Nights: Road to Vengeance
Night Two: Race for the Cure
Chapter Twenty-One: Past Horrors
by Indy McDaniel
Copyright © 2009 Indy McDaniel
WARNING! This chapter contains a scene involving rape.
Forced into unconsciousness, Nadya’s mind became even easier to manipulate, and that was just what Remy did.
As her mind started to conjure up past events, she grew confused. Things seemed familiar but different. An odd sense of déjà vu mixed with a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right. She didn’t know she was unconscious or that she’d been forced back into her memories.
She found herself at the age of thirteen, standing in a shop. It didn’t look like a very good shop. The food being sold was stale and moldy, but Nadya’s gut rumbled with hunger. More than hunger. Starvation. She glanced back to the shopkeeper, seeing he wasn’t looking in her direction. She reached out and snagged a small loaf of bread, shoving it into her jacket.
She turned and started to walk towards the exit, her heart pounding in her chest. Something was telling her to turn back, set the bread back down and try looking somewhere else. Something was telling her this had all happened before and had ended very badly.
But the ache in her gut argued louder, and she kept walking.
About three feet from the door, Nadya felt a large hand grab her shoulder roughly and spin her around. She let out a yelp and the rugged jacket she wore flew open, letting the bread she’d been attempting to steal drop to the ground, breaking in half.
“Little bitch!” the shopkeeper exclaimed. “Little thieving bitch!”
Nadya tried to back away from him, seeing the anger flooding through his face and wanting to get away from it quickly. Her aching stomach had shut up and now the parts of her mind that had been trying to warn her were screaming twice as loud to run.
She started to turn for the door but the shopkeeper grabbed hold of her again, this time his fat fingers clenched around one of her unhealthily skinny arms. He tugged her back and she felt herself skid along the floor, pain in her arm as he twisted it and flung her back into the shop.
Nadya collided with a table filled with spoiling fruit. She dropped to the ground and a number of already bruised apples rained down on her. She started to scramble to her feet, getting to her hands and knees before the shopkeeper slammed his foot into her gut. Her air rushed out of her and she fell flat on the ground, gasping for breath and, for several long moments, finding none. Her already pained stomach now hurt much worse in a different way.
She heard the shopkeeper walking away from her then heard the sound of the door being locked. The part of her mind that told her this had happened already was now sighing in defeat and whispering to her that the worst was still to come.
The scrawny Russian girl cried out as the shopkeeper grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, tugging her up to her feet and dragging her towards the back of the shop. The keeper opened the door to the storage room and flung her through the door. Her back slammed against the hard wall and she let out a yelp before falling forward onto her hands and knees.
The shopkeeper entered the storage room and pulled the door shut behind him, dousing the room in a murky darkness. He flicked the light on and started to approach the girl.
“I’ll teach you to steal from me…” he snarled.
Kicking her onto her back, he straddled her chest, his greater weight crushing the air from her lungs as he smacked her face back and forth. Nadya tried to squeeze her pinned arms out from her sides to block the blows, but she couldn’t. Tears stung her eyes and streaked down her cheeks as they reddened from the smacks.
Ending the blows, the shopkeeper reached down and knocked her shoddy jacket open, then grabbed hold of the neck of her dirty t-shirt and tore it open, revealing her small, pale breasts. Nadya squirmed harder as he started to rub them, her hunger totally forgotten as her stomach began to feel queasy.
When the shopkeeper slid further down her body, she managed to get her hands free and started to beat against the man’s chest, trying to shove him away, but he weighed a great deal more than she did and as malnourished as she was, she just didn’t have the strength to fight him off.
She felt his hands grab hold of her jeans, which had been too big for her when she’d originally stolen them, and now that she weighed even less, only remained on her by the belt she’d managed to snag. The man unfastened the belt and yanked her pants down, revealing the thick patch of pubic hair between her legs.
Nadya didn’t run around without underwear by choice, but it had been difficult to find any that fit her and wasn’t completely disgusting. At this point, she was wishing she had worn some of the disgusting underwear she’d found; maybe it would help deter the shopkeeper from doing what he was about to do.
She tried to kick at his round gut, but he snagged her foot and twisted it, making her cry out again. She watched through tear-filled eyes as he opened his own pants up and she got her first look at a male sexual organ. It looked disgusting and she was thankful when he tilted his body forward, because it obscured her view of it.
She was less thankful when he started to crawl back up her body and decided she’d rather look at the disgusting thing for a year instead of what was about to happen. She felt the man force her thin thighs apart even though she tried to keep them firmly together.
The part of her mind that told her this had happened before was now telling her that she was stronger than this. She wasn’t really a starving, homeless girl.
She was powerful.
But she had trouble believing it in her current situation.
As she felt his penis drag against the inside of her thigh, she started to plead with him to just let her go. His response was to place a hand over her mouth, muffling her words, then thrust himself into her hard.
Nadya’s body went tense and she let out a scream into the man’s palm. Blinding pain flooded through her at the rough penetration, followed closely by the tearing of her hymen. Fresh tears flooded from her eyes as she felt him start to thrust in and out of her, scrapping her back against the rough floor.
With his free hand, the man started to molest her breasts again, pinching hard at her nipples. Nadya had known about sex for a while, as well as rape, and the differences between the two, but at that moment, things got blurred. All she could feel was pain and humiliation and she started to hope that the shopkeeper would just kill her; although that insistent part of her mind told her it wouldn’t happen.
The keeper’s hot, stinky breath washed over her face as he grunted, making her feel even sicker. After what seemed like an eternity, but had actually been only a matter of minutes, the shopkeeper groaned and rammed once more into her. Nadya felt his sticky fluid start to enter her. The sick feeling grew even more inside her.
Then the man was gone, out of her.
She vaguely felt him grab hold of her hair and tug her up before taking hold of her under her arms and dragging her out of the storage room. Nadya’s mind was starting to shut down, block off the traumatizing events that had just occurred, but having a hard time of it. The shopkeeper carried her to the back of the store and opened the door that led out into the alley.
“If I ever see you again, you’ll get more of the same,” he snarled, then tossed her out into the alley.
She landed on the ground and lay there, unmoving aside from the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Her clothes were disheveled and blood stained her thighs, but she didn’t have the strength to sit up and straighten herself out.
Darkness crept into Nadya’s vision and she soon fainted.
When she awoke again, it was six years later and she was a highly skilled assassin.
A highly skilled assassin with a bad attitude.
And as she tried to sit up in the dark room she found herself in, she discovered she was a highly skilled assassin with a bad attitude and a set of rusty manacles secured around her wrists and ankles.
The unpleasant memory of her rape quickly faded away as she surveyed the rather bleak situation she was currently in.
