História Broken Sky - Ch. 1 "Lilith"

June 4th 20XX

I placed the colored contact in my left eye, carefully aware of the length of my nails. I hated anything near my face and the fear, regardless of the fact that my nails were trimmed short, clouded my vision. I slowly moved my hand away and once I was sure it was in place I blinked away the tears. I brushed the hair out of my face with my fingers and turned to stare at the full bodied reflection in the mirror on my left. A beautiful blue eyed temptress smiled back at me though the smile never reached her eyes.

Her name was Lilith Nerezza, she wore dainty powder blue kitten heals with a lace covered powder blue dress to match. She had sun kissed skin, pouty pink lips and a heart shaped face framed by wavy Burgundy curls. Though I hated to admit it there was no man alive that would not bow to the woman reflected in the glass, theoretically.

Well of course you look nice your about to be sold. I scoffed internally.

I knew whoever was waiting for me downstairs was no mere normal man. For the average 20 year old bachelor having any chance with the temptress that was me was merely a pipe dream. The blood, supposedly, running through my veins guaranteed that only those born with a silver spoon would ever grace my mothers radar for potential marriage candidates, not that I cared either way. I mean she was selling me before I had the legal right to refuse. If that wasn't demented in this day in age. . .

"Nice and proper." I said giving my best plastic smile, a smile only a mother could love, more specifically a smile my mother was absolutely crazy about, quite literally actually. She had beat me senseless till I got it just right. I ended up with a limp for about a month after. Not a pleasant memory but one that kept the smile plastered right on my lips.

Today would be the last day I was forced to be Lilith. My plans would finally come together and the anticipation made the smile on my lips slightly more natural then the plastic one made of fear that I usually wore. Excitement filled me to the core and I could feel it seeping into my bones. Only hours remained before actual freedom would be within my grasp and it was making my heart race furiously against my ribs.

"Lilith!" Speaking of the devil I thought. I turned from the full length mirror and towards my warden.

"Yes, mother?" Breathing deeply in and out I tried to lower my heart rate but failed miserably. I was just too nervous to get myself together.

"Now don't you just look like the Belle of the ball. You know you get your looks from your gorgeous father. He was such a casanova in his day-" I tuned her out as she beamed her million dollar smile in my direction and continued to prattle on, her eyes were devoid of the emotion she gushed out of her expensive botox filled lips. It was all for show, she wouldn't chance our guests hearing anything unsavory when they were here to complete their business deal. Her eyes however relayed the message loud and clear

Don't fuck this up. You already know the consequences if you do.

"Thank you, mother." I answered after she finished speaking. I curtsied elegantly without so much as a hair out of place and walked past her to exit the room, she followed close behind. My face remained guarded but cheerful.

"Today is the day child of mine." Her lips curled into a devilish smirk. "The day you meet your betrothed."

She pulled out a handkerchief and sniffled dramatically. If it weren't for the fact that I knew her better I would have almost thought she was going to cry from happiness.

Could demons shed tears.

"Yes, mother." I replied respectfully trying not to roll my eyes at her giddiness.

As we walked down the the grandiose white staircase that led to the foyer I caught sight of my would be fiancee. This would be our first time meeting face to face, and hopefully the last.

He was a vision of a man. About six foot four with raven hair styled prim and proper like a gentleman any mother would love. He wore a grey pin stripe suit that screamed old money but there was something off about him that sent shivers down my spine. His prescence was a terrifying kind. Almost like like I was about to meet my executioner but I put it out of my mind as I descended the final steps. He flashed a flirtatious smile in my direction but it only served to twist my intestines into uncomfortable knots. I stopped in front of him and offered my hand before he could come any closer to which he quickly placed a chase kiss before meeting my eyes. The sensation I felt with just his presence in the room suddenly rose ten fold. He was most definitely cut from the same cloth as my mother, a devil through and through. The depths of his eye burned with violence and calculated control as he held my gaze.

I refused to be the first to look away and flashed him an ignorant smile, one that looked perfectly in place for a spoiled rich brat before he finally pulled his eyes from mine to take in my lavish appearance. Grateful for the reprieve, I also pretended to appreciate his physique in order to avoid staring into his eyes again. They were unnerving but as I looked over his body pretend I did not. For all the crazy bastard vibes he was throwing around he did have a nice body. Maybe it was his dominant nature that kept him at the gym because even under his clean pressed suit I could spot some muscled definition peeking through.

"Luis Hanson at your service darlin'"

He's obviously pleased with his purchase so this is going to be easy.

"Lilith Nerezza, pleased to meet you." I could hear the tremble in my voice as I replied. I hoped he would attribute it to nerves.

Seemingly satisfied with the brief inspection he ignored my introduction and lifted my hand to the crook of his arm before leading me further into the foyer where a group of chairs had been arranged around a small table containing pastries.

"My Lady. " he spoke with a light southern accent.

I sat obediently attempting to push away the disturbing feeling of control that permeated the air around him and waited a moment before answering hoping he would assume I was just a bit stupid. I found my heart was now beating in fear instead of anticipation.

I hope the plans goes off without a hitch.

"The photos your mother sent me do you no justice honey. Your beyond beautiful." There was that southern drawl again. I won't lie and say his gorgeous face wasn't attractive, I mean I wasn't blind, but I had long term goals to focus on, plans that needed following. And the last thing I wanted was to be traded from one owner to the next, which was definitely the kind of vibe I was getting from Luis.

I cleared my throat.

"Why thank you Mr. Hanson- "

"You can call me Luis or better yet "my hubby" will do just fine." He joked but the fire in his eyes burned a little brighter, I assumed from lust.

Ugh... Gross...

"Well since everything has been settled and the wedding is tomorrow why don't I leave you two love birds alone." My mother interrupted with her overly sweet tone.

"Why of course Madam Nerezza, that sounds just wonderful." My heart skipped another beat at the thought of being alone with him.

Startled I stood quickly and looked at the time.

4:32PM. Shit I need a little bit more time.

I turned back to my mother and fiancee with a startled look on my face not losing a beat I composed my self quickly and prattled on like the bimbo I was pretending to be.

"Forgive me, I thought I saw a squirrel nasty little vermin give me such a fright." I fanned my face with one of my hands and gave a pouty huff for effect.

I sat quickly again and smiled at Luis and my mother. I could see she was about to pop a vein at my strange behavior but I ignored it continuing on as if everything was fine.

"Why thank you mother I will take you up on the offer." The vein on her for head relaxed and she once again wore a pleased smile.

"But before you leave could we go over some of the details for the wedding. I'm just so excited." My mother beamed a brilliant smile in my direction. I hoped I bought myself enough time to keep us all together in the foyer.

I can make this work, I think....

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Everything was dark as I slammed from side to side in the dark.

Fucking dammit! I'm paying you to kidnap me not turn me into fucking ground beef!

If only my kidnappers knew I had paid them maybe they would have been more gentle but gentle does not mean believable I needed my mother to think I was dead not smart enough to pull my own kidnapping/murder.

It actually wasn't entirely my plan. I had come up with it during one of my training sessions with Allister my MMA instructor who I had been lucky enough to hire after I convinced my mother to let me get a personal trainer. I had told her it was to keep my body in its most appealing state. Luckily for me she never looked into what kind of personal trainer I was hiring and even luckier for me I never would have imagined he'd be an old family friend of my mom's dead sister. He told me she was a lot kinder than any of the Nerezza's ever had been. And he knew what I was going through because my aunt had gone through exactly the same things I was going through but she didn't live through it. He convinced me it wasn't too late for me.

"Ow, fuck!" I yelled as I smacked my head against whatever the hell they had back here with me. Not that they could hear me.

Now, here I was after 6 months of careful planning and these assholes were treating me like a sack of potatoes, I was seriously starting to regret not adding instructions for care of victim in my order. But I was also regretting my hiring choice as a whole.

The plan went off right on time but they were beyond making the point stick. I had a nasty bruise on my cheek where one of the idiots had smashed the butt of his gun when I attempted to struggle just enough to make it look convincing. Luis had heroically pulled out his own gun, not surprised he owns one considering he was giving all those psycho vibes, and the kidnapper threatened back by inflicting pain on me. I both understood and was pretty pissed. Especially because I had to keep crying and snotting all over myself until they threw me in the trunk.

I tried to adjust myself several times as the car continued down whatever god forsaken bumpy road they had chosen but my ribs groaned in protest where he kept shoving the gun. After several attempts I gave up and curled into my self while covering my head with my arms. When this was over I would take it out on a punching bag, whether it would be a physical punching bag or one of my kidnappers was still something I hadn't decided.

Finally the car came to a stop and I could hear the two kidnappers getting out of the car. I had hired professionals with some of the money I had been siphoning from my accounts so when the trunk opened I hadn't been expecting to be pulled out of the trunk five miles from the designated drop site.

"God dammed fools." I muttered under my breath while pinching the bridge of my nose. Its what I often did when I was frustrated and thinking. My mother said it made me look like an old man.

I pulled my hand away and took in my surroundings quickly before one of the kidnappers roughly pulled me away from the car and towards a shady looking ware house.

"You didn't think we were just gonna take you to the boss without roughing you up a bit did you." A rough scratchy voice stated behind me.

Let's call you tweedle dumb. I thought bitterly to myself.

I was already bored with playing damsel in distress so cracked my knuckles absentmindedly no longer pretending to be meek since my mother was no longer around to intimidate or beat me. I kept my back straight and my eyes alert while I let tweedle Dee, the goon that was pulling me along and had yet to speak, lead me inside the shady looking warehouse. I wanted to make sure there were no witnesses just as badly as they did. Only they weren't the predators but the prey.

"We gotta make sure your presentable to the cameras. You know, when they send the tapes to the parents they tend to be more.. Uh.. cooperative when they see how broken we've left you. Just a little more reason to hurry. They wouldn't want their little girl any more broken then she already is when we ask nicely for the mon-" Tweetle dumb continued on as if he was the smartest person in the world for having it all thought out. He was your typical cliche rapist, finding reason in every sin he committed. I decided to tune him out while I scoped the darkness as best I could.

I could tell my arm would bruise where Tweedledee​ continued to pull but ignored it as we hurried deeper inside the darkness of the warehouse. Once he was satisfied with our location he threw me to the ground and I could here the sound of buckles being undone.

Disgusting.

It smelled of dust and motor oil so I assumed the warehouse must have housed cars at one point in time, maybe it was a mechanics garage long ago. The sound of metal parts being kicked away by Tweedledum​b only furthered my assumption. This would be a fitting place to kill two very cocky rapists.

Or should I just severely mame them.

I felt around for any old tools I could use as a weapon when I came across a rusty screw driver.

"Now what do you think your going to do with that." I could here the confidence in Tweedledumb's voice, he didn't feel threatened by mle at all. Too bad for him, he'd never see it coming.

I would enjoy his screams for mercy most.

.....

I wiped my bloodied hands on my destroyed powder blue dress. I now only had one heel and it was no longer a pretty powder blue but a mixture of dried blood patches, brown dirt and black oil stains. The other heel was in much worse condition having been broken when I used it to puncture a hole in Tweedledumb's​ throat and gouge out Tweedledee's eye. I know not very original but I didn't exactly have much time to find another weapon when the screw driver broke off in Tweedledee's​ foot.

I closed the warehouse door and walked towards the getaway car. There was no point in taking it, the cops would be looking for it so instead I pulled a small knife out from under the lining of my bra, that had of course been placed there just in case, and slit a small shallow line across my forearm. I pulled my heel off my foot and dripped blood on it before throwing it back in the trunk. There would be no doubt this was the car I had been taken in.

I looked up to see the moon high in the sky. I wondered what time it was and hoped Allister would still be waiting at the drop off point. He had to be worried sick he was a very punctual person and he wasn't very happy hiring people he wasn't familiar with. I had foolishly assured him everything would be fine. I hated when Allister was right.

I peaked out from behind the warehouse making sure no one was around. Straining my ears I waited a few more seconds but nothing could be heard except the crickets singing in the muggy southern night.

I made my way to the highway, ignoring the bite of my bare feet on the gravel. I decided my best course of action would be to stay just behind the tree line, for the sake of my feet and to prevent being rescued before I could escape. So in the end my dress turning the color of dirt was lucky.

The warm breeze caressed my aching body. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and my feet would be torn to shreds but it would all be worth it if freedom was only five miles away