That night I had trouble sleeping everything just felt off, whether it was the feeling of my covers on top of me, which suddenly became irritating to me, or hearing the sound of the wind blowing against the house from outside. It didn't help that I was having a hard time shaking off the disgusting feeling I'd developed ever since being in the presence of my uncle and even more so after hearing that he wanted to marry me. It disgusted and creeped me out to no end, causing my stomach to twist and twist into a million knots.

I sighed sharply as I stopped tossing and turning, staring up at the ceiling until I decided that since I couldn't sleep I might as well get up.

I slipped on a robe, wrapping it around myself tightly over my nightgown. I got out a set of matches from my desk drawer, lighting the candle that was on top of it, the small warm flame bringing some light into the darkness.

I picked it up by the small, golden handle attached to it, heading towards the door, exiting my room as I silently clicked the door shut behind me, not wanting to wake up my parents.

I descended the stairs, I could hear the sound of piano music playing from the living room, and as I arrived at the bottom of the stairs I could see my Dad playing on the black piano, the soft music drifting over to me, coaxing my feet forward.

I approached where he was, sliding next to him on the bench as my Dad continued to play Liebestraum from the music sheet.

"Aren't you going to wake up Mom with your playing?" I asked as my fingers gently touched the keys, careful not to disrupt his playing.

"No, your Mother can sleep through anything, even if the second coming of Jesus himself were to start she would still sleep," Dad joked with a chuckled.

I laughed in agreement, knowing that he was right.

"Speaking of sleeping, shouldn't you be in bed?" He said with a raised eyebrow, stopping for a moment to look at me.

"I can't sleep, I keep thinking about what happened at the party."

"Well, it would seem we are in the same boat, we'll play until our minds finally allow us to sleep," He told me, motioning for me to play with him.

I laid my fingers on the keys and we began to play Liebestraum again. The music echoing in the room and I smiled, feeling my worries momentarily disappearing.

I knew the song by heart, not even needing the music sheet. My Dad had taught me this song when I was 8 years old, back when I was first learning how to play the piano, and I've always loved listening to the soft tune, allowing it to fill my mind.

Dad suddenly stopped playing, causing me to stop as well and he sighed as he looked at me, a soft smile on his face.

"You know you don't have to worry, Susanna, I won't allow him to marry you, I believe someone else will come into your life that'll truly love you, who isn't some creepy, sick bastard."

I returned the sigh.

I didn't even know if I would feel the need to marry, even though society thinks that getting married and having children is a woman's only purpose, I didn't truly know if it was mine.

"And if perhaps I don't want to get married?" I asked.

"Then that'll be your choice, I've decided that from now on I'll never force you to do something you don't want to do, in a way the situation that happened tonight was a blessing it made me realize that I haven't been the best Father, I should've listened to you and your Mother more, rather than just pushing it away just because he was family,  but I promise from now on I'll listen." He told me as he pulled me into a hug.

I was relieved to hear him say that and smiled as I returned the hug, feeling so much better at the knowledge that he truly meant it.

In the morning I was in the garden helping picking the tomatoes that were filling up the back of the house, placing the red fruits into the basket.

It felt peaceful outside the warm breeze blew through my hair, which I had pulled up with a white ribbon, so that it wouldn't be constantly in my face.

Just as I picked the last of the tomatoes, I felt as if someone was watching me.

I turned abruptly around, hoping to catch who it was, but as I gazed over the white picket fence I saw nothing except for the tall sycamore tree and a yellow bird that was tweeting softly as it hopped from branch to branch.

I turned back around, bending to pick up the basket when suddenly I was grabbed roughly from behind.

I struggled desperately as a cloth covered my nose and mouth, a strong stench filling my senses, causing my vision to go dark, before I could even scream for help.

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My eyes slowly opened, my head was pounding, a long with my racing heart beat sweat covering my back, soaking through my dress.

I could feel every bump and sharp turn that whoever my captor was made, I was tied, tightly by my ankles and wrists with rope. Panic seized my heart as I kicked at the door of the carriage, trying desperately to get out, but knowing that it was useless.

I screamed and tried to find anything I could use to get out of here, and of course, there was nothing but darkness around me.

Tears streamed down my face as panic and fear rose in my chest, twisting my stomach into knots.

I didn't know what was going to happen, was I going to be killed, my body hidden somewhere in a ditch? I was beginning to think more and more that that was true, and my thoughts were filled with even more terror.

"Oh, God, please..." I said tearfully.

I didn't know if there was a God and even if there was he probably wouldn't be listening to me, no matter how scared or frightened I was.

The carriage suddenly came to a halt and my head banged onto the floor of the carriage, making it pound, along with my heart as I heard the door close and footsteps approaching the door.

It opened and light streamed in making me squint against the glare as I was grabbed by my arm and yanked out.

My eyes adjusted to the bright sun's light to see with a start the familiar face of Uncle Henri.

I struggled, screaming for help as he dragged me towards a cabin-like house.

He pulled me inside the house and towards a door at the end of the hallway, opening the door I fell down the stairs from my struggling.

I crashed onto the cement, scraping my hands and knees.

"Let me go, you sick fuck!" I yelled, trying not to let the fear and anxiousness enter my tone.

My Uncle frowned as he approached me and I wish I could move, but I was still tied up, my heart accelerated even more as more tears filled my eyes.

He untied the bonds from my ankles and wrists as he spoke.

"You can do all the screaming and name calling you want, no one is going to hear you, we are miles away from anyone else, and once you get used to the idea you will eventually thank me."

"Fuck you!" I screamed as soon as I was untied, kicking his legs out from underneath him.

I sprinted up the stairs, my hand was just on the doorknob when I was pulled roughly by my hair.

My uncle violently threw me back down the stairs and I slammed onto my back, the wind knocked out of my chest.

Before I could even recover, he pulled me up by my arm his face red with fury as he pressed me up against the wall.

His grip was so tight, I could feel the bruises forming as I desperately tried to get out of his grasp.

"Don't you ever do that again, where the hell would you run to we are miles away from town, miles away from anyone, there's nowhere for you to go and no one for you to go to!"

He took a sharp breath as he released me and I collapsed onto the ground, holding back my sobs, not wanting to cry in front of this bastard.

I heard him walk back up the cement stairs and slammed the door, leaving me with the only light coming from a small window in the far corner of the room and completely alone.

I was shaking violently and curled into a ball, too scared to move. I couldn't even think or breathe, all of my thoughts were jumbled together, thoughts of my parents, and the scenarios of what may happen to me, none of them good.