Isadora

It took me years of abuse to realize that I should say no. My mom left me and dad years ago, I couldn t even remember her face and how she looked. But everyone said that I was a replica of her in beauty. They said she was unlucky and her beauty only sent her to hell and cursed her. I heard a lot of unbelieve stories as if my mom was a dangerous unknown creature.

But after living with my dad for years, I knew why she left us— he abused me verbally and physically, with no reason. He was a farmer, but gambler and drunk all the time. We lived in a small village in Iceland, where houses were tiny and unpainted. Everyone who lived around knew each other already. So gossip and rumors filled the place.

When I reached 18 years old, he came back home late at night and a stinking smell filled the air. I didn t wake up easily, I was deeply sleeping as if a heavy body was tapping me to the ground. As if a warm breath tickled my ears and my neck. As if I was wet and juices dripping from my pussy. I d never been touched ever by a man. And I didn t allow anyone to even come close to me. But I d that dream following me every night, that someone was kissing all my body inch by inch and licking my pussy. It was a weird dream but as much as it scared me sometimes as much as I liked the feeling.

And when the heaviness pulled away from my body, my father's bawls struck my ears. I opened my eyes and dizziness slowly took a look at my father and frowned. The dreams were much better than living with my father's nightmares and facing his horrible behavior every damn night. I hated him. I wanted to run away to stop the daily beating, but I didn t know where to go. I had no money, no relatives, no one could help me.

I gulped tensely checking my father, He was barely able to stand on his feet, he called my name "Isadora, come over here."

I instantly jumped off the floor, where I used to sleep like a cow, he didn t even get me a mattress or bed, not because we were poor but because of his gambling habits he left nothing for us in the house, he sold everything! And I guess it was the time to sell his only daughter too.

I hesitantly stepped closer, l lowered my gaze to the floor especially when I saw men following him and laughing "yes, father."

One of the men who looked strange to me, by wearing an expensive coat, looked like a town guy… he came close to me and leaned his face to mine "she s breathtaking. Okay, I do accept the deal."

I panicked a bit and stepped back, directing my father with questionable eyes "father! What s going on?"

But my father ignored me, he only opened his hands to the men "Great, pay now. And then take her."

The man handed my father gold coins "here, even so, I didn t pay a lot for a girl like her."

My father ducked his head and said insolently "she's a virgin. And only 18."

"what!" I ran to one of the walls, trying to hide anywhere. But we had no rooms, only one open place with four walls that we called a house. "father! What s going on?" my whole body started shaking in fear.

One of the men stepped closer to me and grabbed my arm "your father, sold you to us. Now come with me."

Then the man placed his hands on my boobs and squeezed it saying boldly "her boobs are small but I can work on that to make it bigger."

And then he flipped me to face the wall and smacked my ass "but her ass is good to ride. I like rounded big asses like her."

I stuttered "S-stop. D-don t touch me."

He tried to drag me, he was tough and tall and his features were scary. My father only said coldly "just go with them. At least they will give you better meals."

My eyes landed on a long knife, it was something we used to cut the vegetables and grass from the trees. I bent down and crawled fastly then grabbed it and threatened the men "get the hell out of here."

They gawked at me not worrying as if it wasn't a dangerous situation to them or as if they used to face such things.

The only thing that I was able to do was to threaten my father, I dragged my feet carefully to my father "kick them out now." I gritted my teeth.

My father shook his head "I sold your mother before and now it s the time for you to—"

Hearing that my mother didn t leave us but he brazenly sold her! I couldn t restrain myself! I stabbed my dad's chest, saying "I hate you! I hate you."

I didn t count how many times I did that. Hundreds! But I was sure that I finished my father's life. And by that, the men ran away…

I squealed when I apprehended what I d done. Seeing my father on the ground and a pool of blood around his body. My body shuddered in terror and panic. But all I knew was that I should run. I grabbed the gold coins and stormed out of the house without glancing back even at once! If the villagers caught me then I would be sentenced to death.

But I didn t know that my feet hot-rod me to the worst dark place. As if God sent me to hell. And no it wasn t an illusion. It was something beyond belief. Towards the cruel unknown.

I heard one voice as reverberations in the dark saying "Go north. The king will save you. Go north to the next town."