This will be part of an ongoing series. IdA will contain elements of BDSM, rape, non-consensual and reluctant sex, sexual toys, etc. I will also be focusing on plot, so while there is some sexual element in this chapter, most of it will be character development.
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She had only been trying to find out why the huge black ship was docked at Andros instead of Ile d'Anticosti. Melissa was naturally curious, and there wasn't much to be excited about in the small town of Andros, just off the coast of the marine country's main island: Ile d'Anticosti, same as the country. Most simply called it the Anti-Coast, seeing as its citizens frequently disappeared on long sea voyages and spent more time in the ocean than on land.
Ile d'Anticosti was, however, a country with very strict laws, including a whole barrage of sexual laws that prevented the capturing of anyone as a sex slave, rape, and even sex before marriage. Indeed, some also called it the Island of Nuns for that very reason.
Melissa didn't mind that, of course. It was the others' choices as to what to call them, but she was fine being a 'nun' if it meant that she could save herself for that special someone. Yes, Mel was a hopeless romantic who was always searching for love - something that often ended with her hopelessly drunk on the main island after she somehow swam from her small-town home on a quest to find true love.
Still, Andros was horribly boring. The townspeople were polite and hospitable, but most ignored the island in favor of Anticosti. Melissa was horribly bored as usual, the eighteen year old petite brunette being forced to stay at her family's home instead of living on the main, but at the sight of the large, intimidating black ship, she was instantly curious.
Unfortunately, her father's reaction to her asking to go see the ship wasn't the most enthusiastic.
"Dad! I'm going to go see the ship!" Melissa called, prepared to dash off as soon as her father grunted assent as he usually did when Mel was on one of her escapades.
Instead, Mr. Whitecourt viciously slammed down the knife he had been using to butcher their dinner for the night (roast turkey) and rounded on his only daughter, anger and fear mixing in his eyes. "No! You are not to go anywhere near that ship, understand?"
Naturally, this only made the girl more curious to see it, but she grudgingly nodded assent and moped around until she could finally slip off unnoticed. The chance came only a few minutes later when her younger brother, an eleven year old named Kristopher, started screaming as he accidentally let the chickens loose - again.
Their backyard was immediately filled with Mr. and Mrs. Whitecourt chasing the chickens while Kris cowered in fear. Yes, the eleven year old had a deadly fear of chickens, but you couldn't really blame him after the last incident - another story for another time.
Taking advantage of the distraction, the brunette quickly slipped out of the house and started walking to the harbor where she was sure the black ship was anchored. The sun was going down, streaking the sky with bursts of color. At the docks, the ship was anchored as Melissa had suspected, its looming frame intimidating, a silhouette against the sunset sky.
The girl carefully crept closer. The ship gave an ominous chill to its surroundings, and Mel shuddered slightly. However, her curiosity got the best of her and she crept closer still until she could hear laughter.
"The last load was great, sad to see them go," said a tanned sailor. As Mel observed the ship with her forest green eyes, she realized that all the sailors were impeccably young and beautiful, unlike the usual rugged elders that usually manned to boats. These sailors were hot with a capital H, and Mel found herself coming closer against her will.
"Yeah, especially the blonde," came the reply of the Adonis' counterpart, who looked so similar to the other that if it weren't for the different color striped dye in their hair (one blue, one green), they would be impossible to tell apart. A strange foreboding came to Mel as their conversation continued, and she realized that they were talking about their last shipment of goods - their last shipment of GIRLS. Were they into human trafficking? If so, they were doing illegal things!
