Taken

Prologue

Your body. Taken.
Your childhood. Taken.
Your virginity. Taken.
Your innocence. Taken.
Your happiness. Taken.

People always take. They take so much when all you know how to do is give, because that's what you were taught.

Raised in a comfortable household in Beijing as an only child, taught to be a housewife for your future husband.

A mother and father who, you were convinced, loved you unconditionally.

Taking your normal route back home when you black out and forget the rest.

Only to wake up in a stuffy room with other girls around your age, without a clue what's happening.

Being thrown into a car and falling asleep again. To wake up to loud noises, and people of different color shoving you into a dark building.

You remember it all very well. The smell of rusting metal, and the sound of girls screaming every other second. The men with dark feature and an evil aura around them.

Him.

The man who ran it all. The man who chose you to head every command. The man who lost his temper. The man who treated you better than any other girl there, until you turned 13.

But the day you remember the most, what when you we finally free.

You never thought you'd be happy to see so many armed white men (and women).

That day you, Violet Montgomery Chan, vowed never to be vulnerable again.

Heyyyyyy

Lmao who knows if I'll ever finish this! I literally am so bad at finishing stories bcs no one sees them and I kinda get depressed and forget abt them-oof

Hope y'all r intrigued

-lys