Original Stories Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ An English Summer ❯ Chapter Twenty One ( Chapter 21 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"I'm sure he's fine," Nick said, pushing open doors until he found one that was locked. "Gabby? Ryan?"

Gabby opened the door. Her eyes fell on Danny and the necklace. "Nick you bastard! Tell me you didn't!" she screamed.

"I did," he told her. "But not for the reason you think."

"Do you have any idea what my father is going to do when he finds out!?!""Where is Ryan!" Danny screamed.

"No, not really," he admitted, moving aside as Danny pushed her way into the room.

Ryan was on Gabby's bed, his left hand wrapped up, sound asleep due to a fever and the morphine.

Danny ran to him her hand went to his face. She started crying hard. "What happened? I don't understand."

Nick looked at Gabby and then to Ryan. "What did he do to him?"

“He cut his fucking finger off."Danny buried her face in Ryan's chest as she cried. How could he be so careless? How could he cut himself?

Nick paled and looked away. "That fucking bastard.... All because of..?" He nodded to Danny.

Gabby nodded. "We have to get him out of here. And Danny too. I don't want him thinking he can do the same to her. No doubt my father already is being contact about her wearing that necklace. You have no idea what you just started."

"I didn't mean..." Nick shook his head. "I didn't mean to cause this!"

"Too fucking late! Now get us a way home!"

He looked at the girls and then at Ryan. Reaching for his phone, he nodded and turned his back to them. Dialing a number, he talked to the person for a few minutes before nodding. "The plane will be fueled and ready to go."

The next day, Danny stood over Ryan. Her doctor had just come to check on him again and was once more leaving. She paced around until Gabby came in and said their father was on the phone. Danny looked over at Nick. She asked him to stay around since it was his brother that was sick. Gabby pushed the button for the phone to go on speaker.

"Dad, Danny's here."

"Daniela, it's been a while. How are you?"

"Hello, Daddy. I'm...fine..."

"I here you have recovered from your accident," he said. Gabby could hear the smile in his voice. "I am happy about that. I have some great news. The Sinclair head has contacted me."

The twins looked at each other then at Nick. "The necklace was a gift, Dad. Lay off her."

"I'm not mad. Far from it. It seems that Mr. Sinclair has taken a liking to Daniela. He's asked for her hand in marriage. We are merging companies."

Danny suddenly felt light headed. She swayed on her feet. "You have to be fucking kidding me! He's as old as you! There is no damn way!"

"Don't talk to your father like that, Gabriela! Now you shut up! This doesn't concern you!"

"But...But...but I had...I...I'm...not a virgin..."

"He's heard about the accident and is willing to look pass it. He agrees that it means you will bear children for him."

"She's seventeen!"

"And she is my property! She will do as I say when I say it! Pack your things, Daniela! He will be sending for you! End of discussion!" The phone went dead and suddenly Danny started screaming.

Nick paled and closed his eyes. "No. No. No. Damn it dad! This doesn't involve her," he said angrily. He looked at Danny, his face softening. "I'll take care of this. I'll get you out of this. I promise."

Gabby held Danny close. "I'll trade places with you. I'll cut my hair and dye it back. I'll fix it...I'll...fix it."

"I'll kill him...." Ryan's voice was soft, but audible. Nick nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard it.

Gabby glanced at him but Danny was too broken and still crying to really care. Right now, all she could think about was that she was being shipped off to some old man's house to be his obedient wife.

Nick took out his phone and started calling people. "There's a way out of this. There has to be. I'll call my lawyer."

Gabby had to have the servants help her get Danny to her room. She wasn't sure how much time they had. But before she could order the servants to keep silent about it, they started packing up Danny's things. "What the hell are you doing!?”

"I'm sorry, Ms. Gabriela. But you father gave us strict orders..."

Ryan tried to sit up, but Nick pushed him back down. "You need to rest. Your hand is infected."Ryan pushed him away and stood. "Shut up," he said coldly as he walked down the hall to Danny's room. "Danny?"

Danny was curled up on her bed crying hard as the maids moved about packing her things and Gabby was trying to unpack them.

He didn't pay attention to any of that. Sitting down beside her, he ran his hand over her face trying to wipe her tears. "I'll get you out of this."

She looked up at him. Her mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out but more tears and whimpers. She moved into his lap, crying and clinging to him.

His left hand laid by his side as he wrapped an arm around her and gently covered her face and neck in kisses. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

A maid walked in with a young driver. "You're car is here, Ms. Daniela..."

"Wait! So soon! But..."

Danny was pulled away from Ryan as she screamed. Gabby clung to her. "Wait! Don't take her! Please! Just a little more time!" Gabby begged. But with three of her father's body guards there to see this through, there was little she could do.

Ryan watched them take her. He balled his right hand into a fist and just stared. What else could he do? He already had an answer, but it would take time.

Gabby beat on the car door and Danny beat on it from the inside. "Gabby! Don't let them take me!"

"I'll fix it, Danny! I promise!"

Both twins were crying hard. Something Gabby never did. The car pulled away and Gabby ran after it screaming, but it was gone before she could get out another beg.

Nick stood behind Gabby, watching as the car drove away. "I'm sorry," he told her. "I really am. I never meant for this to happen to her."

Gabby turned around and punched him in the face. "He took my sister! The only thing in the world I ever loved! He took her and it's all your fault!"

Nick stumbled back and held his bleeding nose. "I understand, and I promise you that I will help you get her back."

"Stay away from me! If you come near me again I'll kill you!" she screamed and walked inside. She slammed the door.

Danny arrived at the Sinclair family estate by nightfall. Her eyes were red and puffy and she didn't have her cell. The door opened and she stepped out of the car. Her bags were taken inside as she stood there staring at the mansion. She looked behind her as the metal gates to the manor were closing. She felt trapped, kidnapped, a prisoner, and so very alone.

"Ah, hello Danny," Mr. Sinclair said with a smile. He motioned to the servants to take her things to his room. "Come. You look exhausted. I'll have a bath prepared for you."

She didn't move. Her heart hurt. She looked down at the ring on her finger. Would he take it from her? Would she fight for it?

He followed her gaze and smirked. "So that's what my money was being spent on." He sighed and shook his head. "I doubt you'll be needing that. Your parents wouldn't have ever consented to you being with my bastard son." He held out his hand. "Give me the ring."

She hugged her hand to herself. "It...belongs to me...." she whispered. Bastard? Was Ryan a bastard?

"And you belong to me," he said. "I would hate for you to have the same accident that Ryan did."

She gasped. "You...did...that to your son?"

"No, of course not," he smiled. "It was an accident. He's learned from it and it shouldn't ever happen again."

"Please...it's the only thing I wish to keep. I promise to never wear it. Just let me keep it..."

He frowned, but knew well enough to allow them one small thing so that they would be grateful. "If that is what you want then I will not take it from you."

"Thank you," she said with watering eyes. Slowly, painstakingly, she pulled it off her finger for the very first time.

Once it was off, he offered her his hand. She hesitated. This was not home. He was not hers. And everything hurt. Slowly, her hand went into his.

He pulled her with him, leading her like he would a dog. Going to his bedroom, he nodded to the bathroom. "You can relax in the bath and get ready for bed."

"I'll...be staying in your room?"

"Of course. You're to be my wife. You'll be sharing my bed."

"But...we are yet married..." she blushed.

"That matters little. We will be married so I will take you to bed now."

She paled. Her hand went over her heart. Numbly she walked to the bathroom and closed the door. He undressed, chuckling to himself as he thought about this. He might get some bad reviews for being with such a young girl, but he was going to enjoy it. He could mold her into the perfect slave.

Danny cried as she bathed and shook hard. She thought long and hard about drowning herself but with the servants there watching her every move, she was sure it would be unsuccessful. After a while, she got out and the servants prepared her for bed, fixing her hair, dressing her in a small silk night gown and covering her body in some lotion that smelled like some flower. She was then pushed out into the room and the servants left. Would it always be like this? Would she always feel like a sex slave?

His eyes took in her form as he licked his lips. He stepped toward her, naked and eager. His hand reached out and took her hand, sliding a new ring on hers. "As long as you wear this, you are mine," he explained.

Did that mean if she took it off she could go home? No. It wasn't that easy. She turned her face from him with a blush. Her eyes shut. She wished he was Ryan. But then again, she would probably never see Ryan again. Tears started to fall again.

His lips pressed hard against hers. His breath smelled of scotch and his lips and tongue were drenched with it. He let his tongue forced its way past her lips as he pried them open. His hand cupped her breast through her nightgown, roughly massaging her flesh while leading her to bed. She whimpered under his touch. He was so much rougher than Ryan. She hated his taste and she was sure it was always going to be this way. Her legs closed tight and she begged for her body to just black out. As he pushed her onto the bed, he crawled over her. His hand forced its way between her legs, spreading them while his fingers pushed past her panties and sliding into her. He massaged her lips roughly while he pulled at her nightgown. Danny pulled her mouth from him, taking deep breaths. He was suffocating her. She shifted under him and her face flushed as his fingers pushed into her. Three large fingers pumped into her, curling while his cock rubbed against her leg. He tore at the sides of her panties, letting them fall to the ground he rubbed his cock over her leg.

"Ouch..." she whimpered and pushed at his chest. He was rough and his fingers were big. It hurt so much.

He looked at her lips as she whimpered. Moving, he grabbed her and rolled her over so that she was on top of him. "Suck me off."

"What?" What was he talking about?

He looked at her. "Give me a blowjob."

"I-I don't know what that is..."

He laughed as he heard that. "Really?" Oh this was going to be good. Taking her head, he forced her down lower on him, holding her head still when she was level with his cock. "Open your mouth."

She blushed and shook her head. "But...that's...that's not right..."

"It is. Now open your mouth."

"But I don't want to."

"I'm not giving you a choice."

What would he do to her? Would he hit her? He looked like the type. How could her father do this to her? She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Tears dripped over his shaft as she cried harder.

Once her lips were opened, he guided her face over his cock. Slowly his cock slid into her mouth. "Now suck and lick it for me." She hated the taste. She hated him. Never before had she ever hated someone. Not even her Science teacher. As she cried over him, she did as she was told out of fear. He moaned as she sucked. "Suck harder and faster." He began to guide her face lower, forcing more of his cock down her throat. She choked and gagged as her head bobbed and her mouth sucked.

He started to pump his hips up as he forced his cock all the way into her throat. She was gagging and he could feel her drool sliding down his cock. He chuckled at the look on her face. Priceless. When would this end? When was she allowed to breathe again? Her eyes shut tighter and she thought of Ryan. She tried imagining his arms around her and his lips pressed to her head, his softly touches and gentle words. Nothing was going to be the same. She was going to die alone and heartbroken. She could feel it. Finally he held her head still and pulled her hard against him. Closing his eyes, his cock throbbed as his cum filled her mouth and throat. Her eyes snapped open. Her daydream was destroyed. She choked and gagged but had no choice but to swallow.

He waited for her to swallow everything, smirking as it overflowed from her lips and onto his now limp cock. Once she was through, he let her go. "Now clean my cock off."

She sat up, coughing and gasping for air. When she composed herself she let her body shake, not that she had much control. "I...don't have a rag..."

"You have your tongue."

She looked down at him. With a whimper from her tears, she went back down on him and started licking up the cum. He sighed and watched the small girl lavish his cock. "You will be worth every penny," he laughed. "I can't see how Ryan could stand having a girl that doesn't know how to give a decent blow job." She licked everything until nothing was left. She sat back up and wiped her mouth. Holding herself, she closed her eyes and tried to ignore the salty taste in her mouth and on her lips. Once she was through, he patted his chest and beckoned her to him. His hands grasped her firm breasts, massaging them while making her straddle him. Already he was starting to get hard again. "Tonight you will be made mine in flesh."

She turned away from him. He looked so much like Nick and Ryan. And behind the scotch she could smell that he also smelt something like Nick. She would have been more content had she been promised to Nick instead. At least then he would have been gentle and kind and a lot more understanding.

He grabbed her hips and slid her over his cock. Once she was positioned, he let her fall onto him, a moan escaping her lips as her tight walls constricted around him. "Fuck yes...that's good!" She winced and whimpered. "Aww poor thing. You'll get to use it after awhile. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a good little slut." He smirked and caressed her breasts. "Now ride me and be rough." Be rough? How could she be rough when all she knew was Ryan's caresses? She slowly rocked her hips against him and whimpered with every move. He was bigger than Ryan and he stretched her hard. "Quit crying," he ordered. He grabbed her hips and started forcing her up and down on him, slamming her down each time. "Do that and kiss me."

Doing as she was told, she slammed down on him and held back her whimpers though she couldn't stop the tears. She leaned down and gently pressed her lips to his.

He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to kiss him harder. He teased her mouth, letting her go only when he felt her gag for air. Her breathing became hard as she worked to keep the pace he wanted. Her chest pressed tightly to his, the silk gown covering in sweat. He closed his eyes and moaned, a smirk ran across his lips as he let his cum flood her inner walls. She gasped. He came in her?! He came in her! No!

He laughed at the look on her face. "What is wrong? Did you not like my cum. Just think even now you might have the seeds for our child in you."

She covered her face with her hands as she cried. This wasn't how she wanted things to go. This wasn't the life she had planned for. Was everything ruined now? She had no hope.

"Don't worry. You'll make a great mother," he laughed. He pulled her off of him and let her lay there while he got up for another drink.

She curled up into a ball. Where was Gabby when she needed her? Would he even allow her to talk to Gabby, to see her?

It was a week before she finally had contact with the outside world. Ryan showed up at the front door with a stack of papers. As soon as a servant opened the door, he pushed past them with Nick and Gabby on his heels. He walked straight to his father's bedroom and threw open the doors. "Danny!?"

Danny looked up from the bed. She slowly sat up. Her hands pulled the blanket over her body. She took one look at them and laid back down. "Just...go away," she whispered. She had seen them so much in her head that she was sure they were fake. She was tired of it. So tired. He would be home soon. And she would be in more pain. Her body curled up into a ball and she winced. Her hips were bruised with his hand prints and her shoulders were the same. Her eyes were puffy and red as well as her lips. She slowly closed her eyes.

Ryan hated to do this, but he had to. He opened up the doors and nodded for a guy to come in. The man looked at Danny and then to Gabby. "Gabby...pull the covers back please," Ryan said softly.

Gabby's hands shook. Slowly she went over to Danny. Danny fisted the sheets. Gabby placed her hand on the covers and tugged at them. "Wait! It's not time yet! Please! I'm not ready to do it anymore! I just want to sleep! Please!" Danny cried. Gabby pulled back. Her hand went over her mouth, tears slipping down her face. What did he do to her? Why didn't she come sooner for her sister?

Ryan's hand fisted and Nick looked sick. Ryan motioned and Nick stepped outside while he walked to the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of Danny, he gently stroked her face and turned it so that she could look at him. "Danny, it's me," he said softly. He gently and delicately pressed his lips to hers, kissing her with all the tenderness he could summon.

Danny's eyes slowly opened. Was it real? Had he finally come for her? How long had it been? It felt like years. She pulled her lips from him as tears slipped over her face. "This...is real?"

"It is," he whispered, his hands caressing her face. "Listen. This man needs to see your body Danny. Will you let us pull back the covers? I promise that after he takes a few pictures you can come back home with us."

"Promise..." she whispered to herself. She pulled back the covers, not even caring that there were other people in the room.

Gabby shook her head. "What did...he do to her?!"

The man with them frowned as he began to snap a few pictures of her breasts, shoulders, and thighs. "When you get her back have the doctor examine her and send me his report."

Ryan nodded and grabbed Danny a dress to put on. "Okay. It's over. You're coming home with us."

“I get...to go home?" she said softly.

Gabby took the dress and started sliding it over her body. "I should have fault harder for you. I should have done something more."

"Gabby...you came for me. He said you wouldn't..." Danny whispered. She began to cry. "And I believed him."

"It doesn't matter now. It's over and I'm going to take care of you." Gabby wrapped her in a blanket since it was still cold out. "Ryan, pick her up."

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