Chapter 2

Chapter Two

SERAFINA

In my current dream, there are men in masks and black robes. They’re in the background of the dream though. I’m not sure if they are good guys or bad guys. All that matters to me is that my father is still alive and we’re getting ice cream.

I’m my current age but dressed like I’m seven. In a red dress with my hair in pigtails with little round balls at the end of each pigtail. It’s my favorite dress. One I wore as much as possible. So much so that my father bought three copies of the dress because I insisted on wearing it seven days a week.

I don’t remember where the ice cream truck has come from. It’s literally stopped in the middle of the street. Traffic is backing up. Cars, taxis, box trucks. Everyone just sitting there, watching my father and me.

His favorite ice cream is chocolate chip mint. I always call that toothpaste ice cream . My favorite? Vanilla with chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles. My dad teases me that vanilla is boring. I tease him that his ice cream is just sugary toothpaste.

We laugh. Hard. The ice cream melts but it never touches my hand. I find that weird. Don’t you? Of course, I know I’m in a dream. I know that my father is dead. I know none of this is real. Yet when the men in black robes and masks start walking toward my father and I, I feel tense. I feel scared.

Before I can say anything, my father leans down and whispers into my ear, “You are hereby now the property of Sinners Academy…”

I jump back and look to see that my father is gone and in his place is one of the men. Black robe. Mask. He grabs for my throat. My eyes suddenly pop open.

I’m ripped from the dreamworld only for it to be replaced with the real world, which is two men in black robes and masks standing over my bed. One has a hand to my throat. The other places his left pointer finger to his mask.

Shhh…

I shake my head. I kick my right foot and connect with the Shh-Guy ’s arm. Then Throat-Guy presses hard at my throat. I lose my air and show my hands.

“You’re coming with us, Serafina Lockart,” Throat-Guy says in a growling voice. “You are now part of Sinners Academy . There is no escape. There is no talking your way out of it. If you choose violence, we will be forced to respond with violence.”

“And our violence is ten times worse,” Shh-Guy says.

His voice is insanely deep too. The voices are weird. Almost… fake… They are fake.

I nod. Anything to get Throat-Guy to lessen his grip. When he does, I take a deep breath. That gives me enough air to collect myself and let out a loud scream. After all there are two fucking men in black robes and masks in my room who are threatening to hurt me. What else am I supposed to do here?

Throat-Guy tries to grab for my throat again but I quickly pull the covers over my head. Which is a stupid idea. I can’t see them and they certainly know where I am. Both Throat-Guy and Shh-Guy grab me. Well, they grab the blankets on my bed, with me in them.

They’re big guys and very strong. I’m like a marble lost in a soft taco here. My screams are muffled and I’m out of fresh air. Panic hits me even harder and there’s nothing I can do.

I feel myself moving. At some point my mother has to know something is wrong here, right? Or will she wake up to find me missing and then I’ll end up on the news and maybe get some Netflix special made about me…?

Oh. Fuck.

What is happening?

“She’s stopped moving,” Shh-Guy says. “Is she dead?”

“She better not be fucking dead,” Throat-Guy says. “Luc will fucking cut out our tongues.”

I hold really still, knowing maybe I can fake these guys out. Make them panic.

They stop moving and place me down on the ground. It’s working! They unroll the blankets, and I spin around like a load of laundry at a laundromat.

I end up face down, which makes it easier for me to hide the slow but necessary breaths I’m taking.

“She’s not moving,” Shh-Guy says.

“She’s faking,” Throat-Guy says.

“How do you know?”

“Simple test. I’m going to move the hair out of her face, then drop to my knees and take my huge cock from my pants. I’m going to throat fuck her until I come. If she doesn’t swallow my load, then I’ll know she’s dead.”

“You’re a sick fucker,” Shh-Guy says.

My heart is pounding. I still don’t move.

Throat-Guy drops to one knee and yanks the hair out of my face. He picks up my head by my hair and pulls even harder.

“It’ll be like gagging on a soda can, love ,” Throat-Guy says.

He reaches for his robe and I twitch, fearing he’ll actually do what he said.

My eyes pop open. “I’m not dead. But you could tell me what’s happening. And there’s no way your dick is like a soda can. Impossible.”

“Wanna bet?” Throat-Guy asks.

“Hey, that’s enough talking to her,” Shh-Guy says to Throat-Guy . “We have a job to do. Now if she’s not going to cooperate, then just tape her up or inject her with something to knock her out.”

“You guys are fucking psychos!” I cry out.

“No shit, love ,” Throat-Guy says with a chuckle.

“Look, we’re taking you one way or another,” Shh-Guy says. “So just stand up and walk. The more you wrestle and wiggle and yell… it just turns us on. And we end up really in the mood…”

He chuckles too. My stomach… doesn’t feel all that sick. At all.

Kidnapped by two men in robes and black masks… those deep voices and big muscles… I mean, what are you going to do to me? Tear my clothes off? Will Shh-Guy suck on my tits and bite my nipples while Throat-Guy nibbles at my clit and slams two of his huge fingers into my cunt…? Would I really deny that…?

I slowly climb to my feet. I have no idea what’s gotten into me right now. My hands are at my sides.

“Now what?” I ask. “I’m not alone in this house. She heard my screams. She’ll be out here any second. And not just her either. There’s the housemaid. The only one who actually gives a fuck about me.”

The two men fold their arms, their forearm muscles flexing with pussy-wetting ripples. After a couple seconds of silence, the intense erotic adrenaline suddenly wears off and I want to cry. The notion that I’m being fucking kidnapped hits me again. My body shakes and wobbles. I’m a second away from actually passing out when I see my mother and Olivia appear in the hallway.

“Help!” I yell. “These two broke in and are trying to kidnap me!”

“Save it, Serafina,” my mother says.

Chills hit my spine. I look to Olivia. She’s frowning.

“No,” I whisper. “No… please… no…”

“Come, Serafina,” Olivia says. “Let’s all walk downstairs and outside peacefully. We don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“We do,” Throat-Guy says with a chuckle.

“You couldn’t have,” I say, looking at my mother again.

Bridgette Lockart is not my real mother . She didn’t give birth to me. She’s always hated me too. I had nothing to do with my father’s death yet in some way she’s always treated me as though I caused it. I wasn’t even in the car when it crashed…

“Move, Serafina,” my mother says. “Or else these men will attack you and they will hurt you. I won’t stop them either. Orders have been given. There’s no taking them back. We can only move forward.”

I look at Throat-Guy and Shh-Guy . As though I’m going to gain sympathy from them.

“I’ve done nothing wrong! I don’t belong…”

My voice trails off and I shut my eyes. I can’t believe this is my life right now. I fucking hate Bridgette. I wish she had been the one killed in a car accident.

And I hate Olivia too, even though she just works for Bridgette. Olivia has always been good to me and I’ve been good to her. We always had a fun game of eating Bridgette’s expensive chocolates, then convincing her the next morning she had too much to drink the night before and forgot she ate them.

So this is it. This is my life now. You know what? I’m not going away without a fight. I’ll make it worth everyone’s time and effort.

I lunge in Bridgette’s direction and start to run toward her. My mother puts her hands up and lets out a helpless scream. I don’t make it three steps before I feel someone grab my hair.

And I feel a fist hit my back so hard, I lose feeling in my legs and can’t breathe…