Plot: Elina lived a life of luxury. The only daughter of a wealthy business man she was used to being spoiled and pampered. However, death and betrayal throw her life into turmoil leaving her at the mercy of the merciless. How long can she cope with the torment and cruelty she is forced to endure?
Themes of humiliation, BDSM, pony-girl, non-consent... etcetera, etcetera, you get the idea, if this isn't your thing turn back now! ;P
1.
Elina was a girl whose full red lips looked as beautiful in a joyful smile as they did in a sullen pout. She would often bat her long dark lashes and put on a 'puppy-dog' eyed expression with her bright blue eyes to get her own way. At least, it had always been that way with her father. He was rich, and as his only daughter she'd been spoiled rotten after her mother's death, something he'd never really gotten over. She'd enjoyed the full majesty of his wealth, ballet from the age of nine, horse-riding from the age of thirteen, private schooling. She'd always been pretty, but as she'd gotten older she had truly come into her beauty. Her slender body that had been ideal for ballet had developed womanly curves, where one would expect to find them, whilst maintaining her slender figure and narrow waist, giving her a rather wonderful hourglass shape, even with her modest chest and rear.
She had been out riding when it had happened. She had just finished brushing down her horse when the maid ran into the stable and told Elina that her father had collapsed. She'd rushed into the house to find the paramedics already there. The next few hours seemed to go by like a show reel. A ride in the back of an ambulance. Sitting in the waiting room staring at the wall. The doctor telling her he was sorry. She couldn't believe it was happening. It had to be a dream... a nightmare. It wasn't until three days later at the funeral that it hit her and that she realised her father was dead. She cried harder than she ever had, let out every tear she'd held back until she had no more to shed that night.
The following day she had been called to her father's lawyer's office to sort out his affairs. It was just Elina and her father's younger brother, her uncle Richard, her father's only living relatives.
"Richard Croft, you are the deceased brother correct? And Elina Croft you were his daughter?"
She had been named after her grandmother on her mother's side. Her maternal heritage originating in Eastern Europe, Elina had a hint of the heritage in the shape of her eyes but not enough that it was obvious. They both confirmed that they were the named people before he continued,
"It says here that Richard is to inherit 10% of his total assets, after tax, and that his daughter Elina will inherit the rest so long as she is a competent adult. If not, Richard will be the executor of the will and her legal guardian until she qualifies as such. Do you both understand the terms of the will?"
He'd never hidden the details of the will from her so it wasn't a shock. She had turned eighteen a few months ago and as such stood to inherit 90% of his assets, making her possibly one of the wealthiest teenagers in the world. They both agreed that they understood and the lawyer continued,
"Well... I'm glad that you both agree to the terms. It seems then that Richard will be in control of your father's estates until such time as you qualify to receive your inheritance then."
Elina furrowed her brows in confusion,
"S-sorry? Did I miss something, I turned eighteen earlier this year so shouldn't I be in control of my own inheritance."
The lawyer blinked and looked back down at the papers on his desk before responding.
"Yes, but under legal guidelines to qualify as a competent adult you have to both be over the age of eighteen and of sound mind. I have here a doctor's analysis of your mental health that would deem you unfit to accept responsibility for your portion of your father's estate."
He handed the piece of paper to her. She stared at it blankly. What the hell was going on? She didn't recognise the name of the doctor or the clinic. She had private doctors and had only seen them for as long as she could remember. It deemed her as 'Schizophrenic with paranoid delusions and a bipolar nature'. She shook her head.
"This-This is fake. This had to be, this isn't a real doctor. I mean I've never seen-"
Then she saw the signature at the bottom of the page. It hit her then, the realisation of what must be happening. She turned on him, her eyes aflame with fury, teeth gritted in rage, as her glare locked on her uncle, Richard,
"YOU?! You did this didn't you?!"
The lawyer backed away a little from the two of them. Richard just raised a brow and held his hands up defensively,
"Me? What... what are you talking about Elina?"
He said in the most innocent and caring voice.
"This!" She waved the paper in his face. "You made it up! You-You paid for someone to write this? You think you'll get away with this? I'll get my own evaluation done and then I'll have you thrown away in a cold damp cell for thinking you could ever steal my home from me!"
Richard continued to stare at her with a worried expression. She had stood up she realised and was leaning over him threateningly, she never had been good at keeping her temper. That was when the door opened and a burly, yet well-dressed, mad stepped in.
"Is everything alright in here Mr Jude?"
The lawyer, who Elina now noticed looked rather flustered, nodded slightly.
"Y-yes, but I believe Miss Croft will be requiring an escort to the exit."
Her gaze shot between the three men pleadingly before coming back to the lawyer.
"Please, you have to know that this is fake." She held the piece of paper out to him. "He must have paid someone to write it, I'm not crazy!"
He gave her a sympathetic smile and nodded,
"Of course not, my dear. Your father was a good friend of mine, don't worry, we'll see that you get the help you need."
Her jaw dropped open slightly in shock. How do you convince someone you're not crazy and that people are conspiring against you without sounding crazy? She momentarily wondered if she was, before completely dismissing the notion. She
knew
she was sane, she just needed the chance to see one of her doctors, to get a second opinion that said she was. The man escorted her and her uncle towards the exit and wished her a pleasant day as he guided her out and closed the door to the building behind her rather abruptly. As they stepped outside she turned to her uncle with her teeth gritted.
"You bastard! You thieving, lying bastard! What is the meaning of this? Why would you do this to me?"
He just gave her another sympathetic smile and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Elina. I'm truly worried about you.
I am.
I just want to see that you get the help that you need. I love you Elina."
She scowled and pushed his hand away as she felt her anger rise up inside her. She had thrown tantrums in her youth, her father always breaking and giving in to her, but it had been several years since she had acted so childish.
