[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture

by Jaden Sinclair

  families around here, they’re broke as hell.”

  Samara, huh? Nice. “So he doesn’t like her to go out at all?”

  “Nope.” She shook her head. “Rumor has it he’s planning on

  either arranging a marriage or selling her. Don’t know which.”

  Dane thought about it. “Oh, I know that look. You’re very

  interested. Why?”

  “Thanks, girl.” He slid the napkin toward her. “Have him invest

  in that tonight at midnight.” He pushed away from the counter and

  got two steps away before she called him back.

  “What have you got planned? No one gets near her, Dane.

  Her father is a nasty bastard and there is no way in hell someone

  like you is going to get any closer to her than what you have just

  now.”

  Dane couldn’t resist smiling over his shoulder at her, “Watch

  me.”

  “Oh, this, I definitely have to see,” Tracy smiled back.

  * * * *

  “I told you not to leave the house!” The backhand that landed

  on the side of her cheek sent Samara Tabor crashing to the floor.

  “And where the fuck did this food come from? I didn’t give you any

  money for it.”

  She tasted blood inside her mouth, and tears formed behind

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  her eyes, but she didn’t make a sound. Casting a quick glance

  towards the bedroom, she saw Makayla watching, crying softly.

  “Get up, you worthless bitch!” Ryland Tabor grabbed Samara

  by the hair, jerking her back to her feet. With his free hand, he

  took hold of her jaw roughly, turning her face. “You better not

  bruise. He doesn’t want to see marks anywhere on your sorry,

  ass!” With a shove, she went stumbling backwards. “Where are

  the pictures?”

  Samara rubbed the side of her face with the back of her hand.

  “I didn’t take them.”

  The rage she saw in her father’s eyes had her taking another

  step back. “What?!” he yelled.

  “I’m not going to take those pictures. You can beat me all you

  want, but I’m not going to do those. It’s disgusting!”

  “You’ll do as you’re told.” He stormed up to her, grabbing hold

  of her throat, cutting off some of her air supply, “Or so help me

  God…” He didn’t finish his statement, only dragged her to the

  closet.

  He tossed her inside violently, and then he slammed the door

  and locked it. Samara got up on her knees, peeked through the

  keyhole, and tried to listen to see what her father was going to do

  next.

  The crying that came from Makayla had her screaming and

  banging on the door to be set free. She could hear the strap

  landing on her sister, all because she refused to take more of

  those damn photos, now she was locked in the fucking closet

  powerless to stop any of it. It was the first time he ever beat

  Makayla and he did it because she’d refused to take nude photos

  of herself, touching her body for him to sell.

  It was bad enough that she had dressed up as a whore for

  someone who came once a month to see her. He kept himself in

  the shadows of the room, the only light shined on her in the

  skimpy, see-through outfits that her father made her wear for the

  perverted silhouette that paid only to watch. The whole incident

  had her cringing, just thinking about it.

  At first, it all started out somewhat simple. She was to dress

  and take pictures in different poses in the nighties and teddies that

  this unseen sick fuck had sent. After a couple months, it

  progressed to her dressing up and standing in the same room to

  be viewed, like a cow at auction, by the bastard. Last month, he

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  blindfolded her and touched her body. Now, he wanted nude

  shots of her playing with herself. Samara was sickened by the fact

  that her father felt this was a justifiable means of making money

  and paying debts. She also felt degraded and frustrated at the

  unknown shadow of a man that felt it necessary to view her and

  supposedly get off on it, knowing she was performing against her

  will.

  The screaming stopped, footsteps passed the locked door,

  and the front door slammed shut. Samara couldn’t breathe out a

  sigh of relief yet, because she didn’t know what kind of condition

  her sister was in.

  Time seemed to stop, at least for her in the closet. Maybe an

  hour or two went by before she heard him come back. Again, the

  front door slammed shut, and with it the lock on her door turned.

  Light came in, blinding her. Ryland once more grabbed her by her

  hair, pulling her out. He shoved her into the kitchen where she

  landed on the floor.

  “I want supper. Get to cooking, you piece of shit,” he ordered.

  Samara only nodded, got to her feet, and began cooking the

  food she had picked up earlier. She made a beef stew, rich with

  vegetables, potatoes, and meat. She warmed up leftover bread

  and set it all out on the table for him. Whatever was left, she and

  her sister shared, which was usually not much unless she could

  make extra without him knowing about it.

  He ate like a pig, slopping and eating just about everything he

  could stuff in his face. He made it very apparent he didn’t want

  them to eat much.

  The second he was finished, she went to work at clearing the

  table and cleaning up. Thankfully, this time, there was enough

  stew left for both of them to eat and go to bed with their hungers

  somewhat fulfilled.

  Like always, after Ryland finished eating, he grabbed the

  whiskey bottle. He went back to his room, which he kept locked

  because that was where the television was kept, along with

  anything else he didn’t want to share with his daughters. Only

  upon hearing that door close and the lock slipped, did she put the

  left-over stew in two bowls, grab the first aid kit, and rush to

  Makayla.

  Her baby sister was face down on the bed, the back of her

  shirt ripped in strips from the beating. She didn’t move or make a

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  sound. Samara put the bowls down on the floor and touched the

  back of Malaya’s head.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t think he would hurt you for this,” she

  whispered.

  Makayla turned her head to face Samara. “Don’t be sorry. You

  shouldn’t have to take pictures like that.”

  Samara smiled, leaned in, and kissed Makayla on the cheek.

  “Let me get you cleaned up, and then we both need to eat

  something.”

  Makayla didn’t make a sound as Samara cleaned and put

  ointment on every open wound. Her body was covered in purple

  bruises, which she knew must hurt like hell. She wished she could

  take her pain away. They ate, and then Samara cleaned up,

  making extra sure there wasn’t a mess anywhere in the house.

  Sleep didn’t happen for her that evening. This time, she was

 
worried about what was going to happen to her and Makayla and

  what this mystery guy wanted from her. There were girls going

  missing and her father was pretty much keeping her under house

  arrest, not because he cared for her safety, but because she was

  his source of income. Her life was fucked! There was no way out;

  at least none that she could see now. If she left, then all that rage

  and anger would fall on Makayla, and she wasn’t strong enough to

  handle the abuse.

  Around five in the morning she went to work in the kitchen.

  She had three loafs of bread made and a large plate of food

  waiting for her father by the time he came out of the bedroom.

  As always, he looked grumpy, like he would snap any second.

  Makayla also came out with her books for school. While Ryland

  ate, Samara slipped a thick sandwich to Makayla and some toast

  for breakfast, and then hurried her out the front door. She went

  back to their room, made up the bed they shared, and picked up

  all the clothes, taking them to the laundry. Ryland wanted his

  house immaculate at all times.

  When she came back from starting the laundry, it was time to

  clean the kitchen back up. Not one word was said between them.

  And like always, she kept herself busy by doing the same thing

  over and over again. She dusted, vacuumed, cleaned windows,

  stopped to fix him lunch, and then started something for dinner.

  When Makayla came home, it was time to help with homework,

  serve dinner, and pray that he didn’t start up again with the

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  pictures or the beatings.

  After dinner, he left the house and Samara gave a big sigh of

  relief. By nine, everything was as clean as she could get it so she

  headed to bed with the hopes that tomorrow would be a better

  day.

  * * * *

  “You can’t expect her to pose like that, Ryland. I really didn’t.”

  As usual, the man who paid Ryland Tabor a lot of money to

  see his oldest daughter, sat in a dark corner, drinking. And like

  usual, the man gave Ryland the creeps.

  “But you said—”

  “I know what I said,” he cut Ryland off. “And I had my reasons

  for it. A good girl doesn’t pose like that, and I really needed to

  know if she was a good girl or not.”

  Relief flooded Ryland.

  “I have very special plans for Samara. And as long as you

  keep her safe and well protected, then you’ll benefit from those

  plans and so will your other daughter. Do you understand?”

  “I understand.”

  “Good. Now go home and protect your daughter, Samara, real

  well. I would hate for her virginal status to be questioned or lost. It

  means a great deal to me to have it intact for our special meeting.”

  Again, Ryland got the chills. This man scared the hell out of

  him, but he was also paying a lot of money to get whatever it was

  he wanted out of Samara. So as long as he was paying, Ryland

  would give him anything he wanted, even his own flesh and blood.

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  Chapter Three

  “Samara Tabor, huh? I’m not familiar with that name.” Devon

  shook his head, slumping back in the chair at the table.

  Kera cleaned off the table after dinner and was in the kitchen

  grabbing two beers and a soda from the fridge. She handed the

  beers off to Dane and Devon before sitting down to join them.

  “I’ve heard of the name,” she said. When Dane looked at her,

  she only shrugged her shoulders. “I mean the name Tabor. My

  father used to drink with the guy all the time. Think he had a

  business or something. Lost a lot of money and never got over it.

  His wife left him for it.”

  “Why you so interested?” Devon asked.

  Dane bit the inside of his mouth, thinking hard about how

  much to tell. Hell, half of that answer he didn’t even know himself.

  Why was he so interested? Good question.

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know, I just am.”

  “Uh-huh,” Devon tipped his beer up to his lips, his eyes fixed

  on Dane. It made him very uncomfortable.

  “You know, I didn’t know the man had two daughters,” Kera

  added. “Only knew of one. Makayla I think the name was.”

  “Yeah, I heard he keeps Samara pretty much locked up,”

  Dane said.

  “You want her.” It was a statement that Dane didn’t want

  Devon to make. “I can see it in those baby blues of yours.”

  “What if I do?” Dane met him in the eye.

  “Okay, please tell me you’re not going to have her dragged up

  to the damn Compound?” Kera said loathingly.

  “Oh he is,” Devon answered. “It’s in those eyes of his.”

  Kera leaned over the table and slapped Dane on the arm.

  “How could you even think about doing something so stupid?”

  “I have to say, man, I never thought I’d see the day when

  you’d want to go up there for a woman.” Devon took a drink from

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  his beer, shaking his head. “You do know what happens, right? I

  mean the outcome of it all.”

  “Yes. I know what happens,” Dane remarked through his

  teeth. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Again, Kera slapped

  him, and this time Dane stood up, slamming his beer bottle on the

  table. “Look, I don’t like the circumstance any more than you do,

  Kera, but it’s the only way.”

  “Bullshit!” she snapped.

  “Her father keeps her locked up. What else am I supposed to

  do?”

  “He has a point, Kera,” Devon added. “If the father is adamant

  about keeping her under his thumb, the only way Dane can get to

  her is by having the Compound apprehend her.”

  “That’s a crock of shit and you both know it!” she yelled. “What

  the hell happens if the two of you don’t match up? You two

  dipshits ever think of that?” They just looked at each other, which

  seemed to bring Kera’s temper to a boil. “Thought so. Well, let me

  tell you. She’ll stay in that hell-hole for good, either becoming a

  whore or a slave. So I guess you just fucked her life up either

  way.”

  “Kera,” Devon groaned her name when she stormed out of the

  room.

  “Didn’t mean to get you into trouble,” Dane said.

  “Kera is very touchy when it comes to the Compound. Think

  she’s still pissed over her father selling her to it.”

  “You can’t blame her there.”

  “Nope,” Devon shook his head. “So what’s the big plan then?”

  “Not sure,” Dane sighed, sitting back down. “A fall celebration

  is coming up, and not too many attend that. I was thinking I could

  have her summoned for that.”

  “You really think she’s the one?”

  Dane thought hard about it. From the first moment he saw

  her, all he could think about was her. He wanted to touch her, kiss

  her, feel her body wrapped around his own. It was strange in
a

  way, but he was quickly starting to understand how Devon felt the

  first time he saw Kera.

  “Yeah, she’s the one.”

  “Then you better move fast,” Devon groaned, standing up.

  “Fall party is going on right now.”

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  “Please don’t send me away!” Makayla cried and pleaded with

  Ryland as her things were being packed up.

  Samara stood off to the side, watching. There wasn’t a damn

  thing she could say or do and it was killing her. Ryland shipping

  Makayla off to a boarding school was mind blowing. First off, she

  didn’t know where the hell he got the money for it, since they

  seemed to struggle each night for food. And second, there was

  always a reason for his every action. Right now, she didn’t

  understand either of them.

  The people from the boarding school came and began

  packing her up. Not a word was said, except for the school

  affiliates introducing themselves and revealing their reason for

  being there. It shocked both Samara and Makayla.

  Samara knew better than to question her father. If she did, it

  would be another slap, or lock up in the closet, and she wanted to

  stay on his “good” side. She didn’t need him to suspect a thing, or

  the cage he had her in now would only get smaller.

  Makayla ran over to Samara, hugging her tightly. “Please

  don’t let him send me away. I’ll never get to see you again.”

  Samara closed her eyes, hugging her sister back, “Yes, you

  will. I’ll write to you as soon as you’re settled.” She got close to

  her ear, whispering low enough for only Makayla to hear, “This is

  the best thing that could happen. Now, he can’t hurt or touch you.”

  “But I don’t want to leave you.”

  Samara took hold of her face, moving her head to look up at

  her. “You’ll never lose me. I’ll always be there for you.”

  “It’s time to go,” one of the women from the school said.

  Samara hugged Makayla once more, tightly, kissed the top of

  her head, and let her go. She held back the tears while watching

  her sister leave with the women. She hated to see her go, but

  knew deep down it was best. Whatever plans Ryland had for her,

  Makayla didn’t need to be here to see it.