Chapter One:
Daria shoved her blonde hair back in a ponytail and jammed her ear buds in her ears to go for her daily late-night run around the park near her house.
A long day of final exams made her muscles twitch with exhaustion. Until she couldn't wait to push herself to the max, so she could get her first good night's sleep in a long time.
Three more days to go and she could hop on a plane to Europe courtesy of her well-off parents spending her summer break the right way. She only had to get through the next long hours of epic stress and nightly cramming with most of her brain intact.
"I'm outtie," she hollered down the hallway at her stepdad and mother before she shot out the front door without waiting for their answer.
The second her feet hit the pavement she took off. With a heavy metal mix pounding through her ear drums until she thought she might go deaf, she started the first mile with anticipation singing through her veins.
When she circled around the curve of the second block, hands shot out around her hips and she yelped a shrill scream that didn't seem loud enough against the loud music still thrumming in her ears.
Before she could grasp what was happening, she flung her limbs into fighting off her attacker. They'd already dragged her backward into an alley while she did her damnedest to make sure they didn't get any further.
Every second dragged on like an hour.
Against her thrashing her attacker barely seemed to pause, meanwhile Daria was tiring with every futile kick, claw, and bite into any of her attacker's available flesh.
With a sinking sense of dread, she knew she couldn't keep going like this--he would win.
Shit, she'd never thought she'd go down like this with barely a struggle, the least she could do was draw a little blood.
But as he shoved her face first into a brick wall knocking the wind out of her lungs, Daria sensed herself giving up, and sinking deep into herself in order to separate from the horrors that were about to be heaped on her shoulders.
There was a tiny thrill of resistance when he wrenched her hands behind her back and tied them at an awkward, painful angle. But she settled into the discomfort.
The dick hadn't even bothered to take her headphones out.
Smart though, it meant she couldn't identify him later by sound to the police.
Nine Inch Nails Fuck You Like an Animal thrummed through her ears and her stomach rolled with nausea.
A quick jerk backward on her hair until she yelped as she was blindfolded and flipped around until her shoulders met the wall.
When her captor tugged roughly on her forearm, she fumbled forward in the darkness.
There was no choice.
Her throat closed up, a small warble of sound clogging in her windpipe as her captor shoved her forward into what seemed like a padded chair.
Two seconds later a thrum beneath her feet alerted her that she was in a car--and whoever was behind the wheel wasn't being careful.
With a quick pulse of hope, maybe their recklessness would get them pulled over and she'd be pulled to safety. The whole debacle would be over before it even began.
Yeah, she didn't think she was that lucky.
A hot, quick tear got caught in her blindfold. She knew she couldn't hold any more of them back. With a sob, she gave into her terror.
The song changed again and every muscle in her body ached with tension.
There was no point in escape, she couldn't move down the blindfold even with the sharp spikes of adrenaline fueling her efforts. Even if she could nudge the blindfold, she couldn't open a car door with her teeth.
She licked her lips, settling back into the jostling car to conserve her energy in case she got the guts to attack her captor again. What may have been ten minutes felt like ten years. Every song that played through her iPod, she tried to sing along. A useless, soothing gesture.
When the car jerked to a stop she gasped, flung to the floor. With a grunt she was hauled off the dusty interior carpet by the back of her shirt until she heard the jerk of a van door.
A shudder slipped down her spine.
Where the hell was she? There was no distinct sounds.
No traffic or people. If anything, all she heard was bird song and other random forest noises. Nothing that really did any good.
The man pushed her forward until she tripped and nearly fell.
"Jesus, give me a break!" she bitched, unable to keep her mouth shut anymore as a torrent of anger made her whole body cramp with sudden pain.
There was no answer. Or if there was an answer, she couldn't hear it beyond her music. Either way he didn't seem to care. She laughed, but there wasn't any joy in it.
A stream of curses filtered out of her mouth until an open palm hit her in the back of the head and she shot forward, swearing again from the jolt of pain thrumming at the back of her skull.
"Give me a break, would you?"
Her headphones were jerked from her ears until she nearly stumbled again.
"Mind your manners, young lady. I won't stand for that bratty language, do you understand me?"
Daria froze despite the heavy hand on her lower back that continued to push her forward tripping over items in her path.
No way, it wasn't possible.
Her mind tried to process that voice--a voice she knew intimately from her childhood--a man who she'd just gone out to dinner with the night before last and he'd slipped her a glass of wine with a sly smile and a wink.
A chill swept across her flesh until goosebumps prickled over every inch of her body.
"D-d-da-dad? What the fuck are you doing?" The words tumbled out of her mouth without caution for how pissed he'd gotten two seconds ago.
"What did I tell you, baby girl?" He pulled back on a chunk of her hair until she yelped, going boneless with shock.
When his large, muscular body molded to her back until his very clear erection was trapped against her ass, she stopped breathing, sick to her stomach.
"Not another word, do you understand me?"
Daria nodded, wordless. Able to do anything so long as it meant he'd give her some much needed personal space.
Instead, his low chuckle shook through her whole body as he ground himself against her ass cheeks. He all but humped her ass from behind with his fingers still threaded tightly through her hair while his breath hissed near her ear, washing down her neck in tight, hot drafts.
Shit, this was so wrong. All kinds of wrong.
Behind her back her fingers flexed and she shuddered when his erection twitched and he sighed against the lip of her ear.
"Come on, baby girl, didn't you notice how gorgeous you've gotten? You didn't think I could resist you, did you? All those delicious curves soaking wet from the shower and hidden by the tiny scrap of a towel. What man could resist you? I'm just as vulnerable to your charms and today you're going to make my dreams come true."
"You're crazy!" She wrenched forward with a jolt of remaining anger, but he merely jerked her backward as if she weighed nothing. "I'm not doing anything for you. How could you?"
"Really, Daria? How could I? You think it's my fault that you're a constant temptation? Oh, that's rich, baby girl." He snorted forcing her forward on their path. "Now, we're going to play a game where you pay me back for all the time, energy, money, and love I've spent on you over the years. The way I see it, you, little princess, owe me big. You're going to pay up with interest."
Chapter Two:
"You're sick! Do you hear me? What's wrong with you! I don't owe you anything! God, how could Mom fall for you, you shithead--"
His hand wrapped around her throat squeezing until she couldn't breathe and she scrambled against her bonds that tied her arms behind her back.
"I won't say it again. Don't make me do anything drastic," The cool and collected calm in his voice only highlighted her desperation. He was truly twisted as she felt his lips caress down the vulnerable column of her throat. "I'll only enjoy it."
She bit her lip on a scream and scuffed at the...was that dirt? Maybe stones?
She'd known somewhat vaguely that they were outside--she took a quick huff of the air as her stepfather continued pushing her forward to their final destination.
Somewhere along tantrum number five she gave up, either too tired or too worn down from her stepfather's strength. She supposed going to the gym for three hours a day had it's benefits, though her mother had always hated it.
The thought made a crazy laugh pour out of her mouth.
For a beat they came to a halt--but no sooner had they stopped when he was moving them forward again at a good clip.
A door squeaked open and she kept silent. If she was lucky maybe there would be noises in the room, an indication of help or someone who'd be willing to go for help.
Or she could be in a remote location where no one would think to search. Option B would really figure.
Still, she silently hoped for a good outcome, even while the seconds ticked by and the door closed behind them making her jump at the sharp snap of sound behind them.
"What the fuck," she muttered under her breath unwilling to agitate her stepfather.
"At least you're paying attention to me now. I knew you were better than that. Even at home you give me more respect and just because my methods are a little...abrupt, that's no reason to disregard me entirely, Daria. You have to believe that I still know what's best for you,"
