Marrying my husband's greatest rival

I am Calliope Jaftha.

Calliope's P.O.V

My dreams were plagued with dreams from that night. It starts the same way every time... from when we make it over the hill... the three of them are standing there at the bottom of the hill smiling up at us like they won the f*****g lottery. The hold of the passenger guy gets tighter around my waist.

I squirm in his arm wanting to turn around and run, but I know I can't. Not only is he holding me too tight, I'm in so much pain that even breathing is hard, tears cloud my vision, my heart has dropped to the lowest part of my body. I built up the courage to look up at him and I wish I hadn't.

His smiling down at me, he is so f*****g smug. The smile he gives me is sinister, and I know I'm doomed. He played me. No use, I asked him, I could see it in his face. This was all part of the game and I fell for it, hook line and sinker. I feel so dumb, so f*****g stupid. How could I have trusted him?

He made it so easy to lure me right into the place I didn't want to be. He takes a step forward, but I place my feet firmly on the ground. I'm not going without a fight even if I know he can overpower me. I at least have to try. Instead, he kicks my foot out from under me and I go tumbling down the hill.

I landed right at the feet of the other three guys and they cheered loudly. I lay there curled into a ball until they lifted me from the ground and carried me away. I struggled at first, fighting past the pain. I claw at their hands, wiggle my body, try to kick my legs, but nothing works. They're leading me off to God knows where, and I do not have the strength to stop them.

"Damn, she's a feisty one."

One of them says.

"I am Calliope Jaftha. I'm 12 years old, and I have 5 other siblings."

I don't know why, but I keep repeating this to them, maybe because I want them to know who I am... I want them to know that I am not a nobody and that I have people that love me.

I wanted them to know that when this, whatever this was, was over, that is who I am. I hoped that my name would haunt them. We entered some kind of barn, and they dropped me on a stack of hay. Two of them make quick haste to tie my legs and arms with rope to a wooden pole.

Another stuffs a rag in my mouth, but not without me biting him first. That earns me a fist to the face, and I feel my skin slit open by my left eye warm blood trickles down the side of my face. My 12-year-old body is exhausted... I'm in so much f*****g pain. In my dream, I can see myself sitting there tied to the wooden pole.

Looking at myself in such a state breaks me all over again. Can't they see how hurt that little girl is, how much she still wants to try and fight for her life or dignity? Can't they see she doesn't want this, that she just wants to go home? To pretend that this didn't happen? I watch as they continue to drink...

Occasionally, some of them comes up to me and offers me a sip, punches or kicks me until the driver walks over to me with a burning rod. He lifts my shirt and sticks the hot metal rod against the soft flesh of my belly, but I don't even have the energy to pull away or the strength to put up a fight.

It stings and burns, but it's nothing compared to the wound the arrow made. I bite down on my teeth and shut my eyes. Tears are streaming down my face, but I will not beg, not anymore. They mean to break me, they want me to beg. It's what got them off. They loved the thrill of the chase, and now they were seeking the thrill of my begging.

"She really is a tough one to break, isn't she? Never mind, we'll break her soon enough."

He says and walks away.

A bit later, after they had enough to drink, they took me to another side of the barn and tied me up again. This time, I'm laid down like a f*****g starfish, arms and legs spread, and I know without a doubt what will happen next. They cut the clothes from my body, leaving me naked and exposed.

I've tried losing my legs and breasts countless times to stop them from looking down at my naked body with lust in their eyes. The driver takes me first... I shut my eyes and keep them shut. I don't want to remember his face. If I survive this, I don't want to remember any of their faces. They do not deserve that from me.

One of them kneels down next to my head and removes his pants as far down as it can go, he pushes the rag deeper in my mouth, making me gag on it, then rubs himself on my lips... Right now I wish he removed it so I could bite him, but he doesn't.

Another busies himself with my breast and after a few minutes, something hot spills on my breast, someone rubs that hot stuff all over my breast. I'm pretty sure I know what it was. This is so humiliating, it's so f*****g wrong. I wanted my first time to be with someone I cared for.

I'm not sure where the fourth one is, and I don't want to open my eyes to look for him... they get rough... and I'm being used over and over by all of them. I don't even remember when they stopped.