This is my first submission, my first time trying to write anything erotic actually. Not a very erotic chapter but more to come if it's liked. Constructive criticism is encouraged. :)
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Everything began on a very beautiful day, a day fitting of the colloquialism, "the calm before the storm". For once Malia wasn't the first to get up. Her mother and father had let her sleep and she was woken to the gentle breeze drifting across her sun-warmed skin. The three windows of their small shack were all open and the only noises that could be heard were those of the birds outside. Malia wondered how her parents had managed to get her seven-year-old twin brothers out of the small home without waking her. However they'd accomplished the feat, she was happy that they had. She stretched out in the full size bed that she shared with her brothers and younger sister. She could lounge in the bed and enjoy the space for once.
She inhaled the fresh spring air and listened to the singing birds. It was moments like this that she forgot about the war, about her old suburban home, about the past completely. She could breathe and be strictly in the moment. She exhaled and opened her eyes. Moments couldn't last forever. Malia got up and grabbed one of the generic gray jumpsuits she, and everyone else in the unit, wore everyday. She grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and shoes as well and headed to the communal bathrooms. Malia remembered when she had complained at having to share a bathroom with her sister. Now she shared a bathroom with over three hundred other women.
It was late in the morning and the bathrooms would be empty. Malia reveled in the privacy she wasn't often allotted. Usually everyone on the unit woke with the sun and the bathrooms were everyone's first stop. Often Malia would envy the men, their bathroom was always quicker to empty. Many of the women's vanity had not died with their luxuries. Hot water and electricity were valued commodities and were only supplied to the bathrooms for a couple of hours each morning. Unfortunately Malia had missed out on the warm water hours and took a quick, cold shower in the large dark room. She finished getting ready for the day and went to find her parents.
Malia's mother, Kristen, worked with a small group of women sewing clothing and blankets. Often at this time of year they would bring their work outside and sit and talk while they worked. She found the women right outside the unit's makeshift hospital where her father, Jack, worked. She walked over to where her mother sat sewing a new jumpsuit.
"Ah, she lives."
"Hi mom. Thanks for letting me sleep. What's the occasion?" Malia picked up a suit with a hole in the shoulder and sat next to her mother.
"Ah you work too hard, you're a teenager. You need your sleep." She passed Malia a needle and thread.
Malia took the needle and began to repair the suit. "I'm twenty."
"Same difference."
Malia smiled. "How'd you get the spawns out quietly?" she asked, referring to her brothers.
"Oh your father has quite the supply of sedatives. We shot the little suckers in the arm and out like a light." Her mother replied stony faced without looking up from her work.
Malia laughed, " You know, if I didn't know you better, I would think you were serious." She had finished the small hole and placed the suit in the basket of completed work.
"Oh my sweet, you know I'm never serious. It would be oh so very boring."
"Heaven forbid. Dad busy?" Malia asked motioning towards the hospital behind her.
"Never too busy for you princess" came her father's voice. She turned around, slightly startled. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled. " I was just about to ask you for help."
"Isn't Olivia in there?" Malia's eighteen-year-old sister had always shown an aptitude to follow in their father's footsteps. Where Malia was squeamish and clumsy, Olivia was steady-handed and unfazed by nearly anything. Malia didn't like the hospital and Olivia essentially lived there.
"Of course she is. I need your help. Don't worry there's barely any blood involved." Her dad laughed at the disgusted face Malia made. "You know I'm kidding, I just need you to climb up into the attic and look for some books."
Twenty minutes later Malia climbed out of the tightly packed attic with some dusty books. She went to go find her sister. Olivia was bandaging a man's arm in a separate room when Malia found her.
"Hey, need any, uh, help?"
Olivia laughed without looking up at her sister. "No you can sit this one out, I've got it." She finished and told the man her father would be in shortly. The girls left the room and walked into the hallway. "Sorry I couldn't help with the books. You know, small spaces and everything." Olivia looked ashamed of showing weakness. She had been debilitatingly claustrophobic for as long as Malia could remember. She had to sleep on the edge of the bed and get up early every morning to avoid the crowded showers or she would have panic attacks.
"Don't worry about it. It's not a problem." Malia smiled to reassure her.
Olivia smiled back briefly. "I'm starving, want to go get lunch?"
"Yeah, I have to go ask dad what I'm supposed to do today. I have a lot of time to make up for from all that beauty sleep."
"It's your day off, you need to relax sometimes. The unit will be fine without you for one day. You'll work yourself to death". Olivia looked genuinely concerned.
"Hah, that's rich coming from you. Go pick up two sandwiches and we can eat by the creek or something. Quit worrying about me. It's my job to protect you, not the other way around little sis." Malia pulled out her ration card and Olivia shook her head, took the card, and left. Malia walked through the halls checking the various rooms for her father. She finally made it to the center of the small hospital.
Her father had his back to the door when she entered. As she entered the large room she quickly took in the soldiers standing opposite her dad and herself. Her father screamed, "Run Olivia!" without turning around. The soldiers rushed him and everything seemed to proceed in slow motion.
Her dad tried to rush the oncoming soldiers who very easily and quickly subdued him, as he was outnumbered. Malia turned and ran back through the doors she had just entered and straight into what felt like a brick wall. She fell backwards and landed directly on her tailbone, causing shooting jolts of pain to electrify her spine. She moaned, though she felt like screaming, and finally thought to look up at the brick wall that had knocked her down.
There was no newly installed wall, only a man. A large man. He was dressed in a suit, a business-type one, the first one she had seen since her childhood. This man wasn't from the unit, he was from outside, he was dangerous. He was also very tall, and muscular, he had towered over Malia's five-foot-six frame even before she'd flew across the floor. His hair was dark and short, his skin olive, and his eyes were nearly black. He looked down at her, unamused.
"Olivia Yates?" His deep voice was menacing and his dark brow arched with the question.
"What?" Malia didn't know what was going on but she knew it wasn't good. People didn't come into or out of the unit. Outsiders were dangerous, and right now one of them wanted her sister."
He looked disgusted at her response. He motioned at some soldiers that were behind Malia, though she didn't remember how they'd gotten there. Two of them grabbed her under the arms and dragged her aching body into a standing position. She groaned at the new wave of pain that racked her body. The menacing man stepped closer, until he was directly in front of her. He reached out and grabbed her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. "Are you, or are you not Olivia Yates?" His words were slow and deliberate, full of threat if she were to further anger him.
She looked into his black eyes and saw malicious intent, and he was looking for her sweet innocent sister. There was no second thought for Malia.
"Y-Yes, I'm Olivia Yates. Why, who are you?"
He gave a small smile from the corner of his mouth that sent a shiver up Malia's spine. "Take her to the truck." He motioned the two soldiers who were holding her arms and they began to drag her towards the hospital's back exit.
She began to struggle. "No, no, where are you taking me! Leave me alone! Let me go!" She was fighting the soldiers with everything she had, flinging her weight towards the ground and pulling against their iron grips.
"Stop." she was on the ground when the large man's voice rang out in authority. The soldier's let go of her hands when the man kneeled down and grabbed her chin again, she couldn't help but slightly tremble. "Listen little girl." He snarled, "You are coming with me whether you like it or not. So we can do this the easy way, where you walk to the truck and nobody's hurt. Or I can drag your ass kicking and screaming the entire way without breaking a sweat." He gave another malicious smirk, "and afterwards I might just need to blow off some steam against poor little daddy in there," he jerked her head towards the center room where she had last seen her father. "I saw quite a few interesting looking instruments in there I might want to try out." Malia whimpered as he pulled her chin back towards his disturbingly close face. "Are..We..Understood?" Malia nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. "Good," he smiled evilly, "such a smart little girl." He stood and looked down at her expectantly with his eyebrows arched. She slowly rose up onto her knees and then finally onto her feet, feeling more battered by the minute.
