Within the Darkest Soul {An Incestual Tale}

[nefarious_pride]

Mrs. Von Lerieu was trembling, her eyes were reddened and swollen from days of constant crying. Her husband, Damian sat next to her with arms wrapped tightly around the troubled woman. "It is alright dear, we have done all we could. Now we can only move on and hope for the best". He whispered in her ear, even as he himself fought back the tears that caused his eyes to water. It had been two months since the disappearance of their only son, and so far all attempts at retrieving him had failed.

The couple were rich, filthy rich, and as such had always taken a lot of precaution. They were prime targets for kidnappers who would demand large amounts of money as ransom for their evil deeds. Except in this case, they had not been contacted at all. Their son disappeared and the police weren't even able to find a finger print, an eye witness, a clue, anything that could help their investigation. It is as if the six year old boy vanished in mid air. So now they cried, and sobbed, took comfort in eachother, and in the fact that they at least had one more child to love, protect, and cater for.

-Sixteen Years Later-

Zinnia Von Lerieu was in high spirits. After her first year in college, she would finally get the chance to go on vacation by herself. She was 19 now, and pretty much her own woman- at least as much as her over protective parents would allow her to be. She always wondered why her parents never had any more children after her. Needless to say, she had had to go to hell and back just to convince her mother and father that a three week vacation in Europe would bring no harm to their 'precious' daughter. Instead, that it would help her become more independent, and also visit new places. At length, they had agreed. Of course she had to call home twice a day, that would be a pain in the neck, she thought, but it was worth it.

Zinnia was a pretty girl. She was almost five feet and four inches tall, though she always wore pretty high heels so you wouldn't really notice how short she was. She had long curly black hair, naturally dark skin which contrasted beautifully with her light green eyes. Her weight was around 126 lbs, giving her the right curves in just the right areas. Growing up a Von Lerieu meant living in riches, thus she neither wanted nor hungered. Money was never an issue; inevitably, the abbundance of it reflected in her clothes, her cars, her friends, and even to a certain extent - her personality. Nonetheless, she wasn't overly snobby, or bitchy, like most of her girl friends, but she enjoyed her high standards.

In just a couple of days, she would take off for Southern Italy. She already had a six star hotel suite prepared and ready for her arrival. To say the girl was excited would be an understatement for she could barely contain herself!

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[TirithIre]

The kidnappers had not wanted money... oh no if they had wanted money, there would have ben phone calls. There would have been contacts and a drop would have been made... yet there was nothing. The only clue to a kidnapping was the missing son, the knocked out butler, though even that had been on the sociable of sides... a single tranquilzer dart into the side of the neck and he was left unharmed... the maid was gone though, that most likely the kidnapper... though they had failed to find out where the son had been taken, or anything else other then that he had been taken from their lives, their vibrant, happy six year old son had been taken.

As the years had passed... Damian had never been given the life that his lucky little sister had been given... instead, the maid whom had kidnapped him, had taken him to Italy herself. She had been smart about everything in how she had kidnapped Damian... from the kidnapping itself, to the fake passports to get him through airport security that same day. He had been taken from his home, never understanding the life he had been ripped so cruelly from, and from everything he had known. Her parents had failed their son, though credit was given to the 'maid', she had been forced to spend two years of her life there to gain their trust, before the 'coup', had been attempted. Truly they had been outsmarted... and then, they had only their daughter.

Sixteen Years Later

He had never recovered. Over the years, as he had matured he had been used in sexual ways by the women and men whom had been responsible for his kidnapping. Cruel acts had been bestowed on him... his back still had the visible marks of a whips touch, only not the welted skin, they had wanted a perfect sex toy for their market... though as his will never broke, they did become more and more frustrated, until one day they had made a mistake.

Damian escaped the shamble of a hell he had lived in, not truly knowing whom he was, only knowing his name was Damian. Short raven black hair was crew cut, dark green eyes pierced from the strong handsome features that was his face. He had matured well, in every aspect, though his mind had been affected most of all through his terrible ordeal. Rapes, brutality... the idea of a normal sexual relationship had been smashed, broken to what was now an idea of ownership.

He did get a job though, eventually. He started out as a menial grunt, working in a steel mill, which helped make him stronger... before he was promoted again and again, and by the time his little unknown sister was going to celebrate her 19th birthday, he was a strappingly handsome twenty two years old. Strong and hard working, he had finally accepted his bosses suggestion, or more demand he take a three week's vacation. Finally taking the time... he smiled as he looked out his small one bedroom house... he wasn't rich, or no indeed most of the time he had to work and scrape even to eat, but he was always proud of what he did have... what he had accomplished.

He had no idea he had a sister, and though he had had sex with a few women, he had never had a relationship, the idea to him more ownership rather then a mutual supporting. He did look around though as he sat down, considering whether to go surfing that day or not... today would be a good day for it, the sun high, a few clouds up high in the sky!

 

[nefarious_pride]

Finally, it was time for her to leave...

"Is there anything else you would like for me to add Miss?" the maid asked.

"Uhmm.. I believe... I have... every..thing" Zinnia replied very slowly as she thought of all the things she might need for her trip, and all that was already packed. "Yes..I'm fine, thanks Mirna. Now call Mike and have him carry all my suitcases to the jet. I will be out in a second.. have to go say my goodbyes"

With that said Zinnia left her bedroom and went in search for her parents. The mansion they lived in became very annoying when looking for someone. Too many rooms, too many twists and turns, too many stairs. Her mother had also been her best friend throughout the years, surely sometimes they fought over things, but normally, the two women got along very nicely. The young girl was brought up putting the family name first, her actual family second, and herself third. It does sound a bit sad, perhaps even enslaving, but honestly, when you have that much money it doesn't matter where you rank yourself, as long as you get anything you can want there really isn't much else to complain about.

Guys stayed miles and miles away from Zinnia for fear of what trouble they may get into should they venture any further. There had been a few daring ones in the past, but a random visit from the Von Lerieu head of security and the boys were never able to even stare at her again. She hoped that during this long-awaited-for trip, she would at least get to meet some guys, you know, flirt a little without having to suffer the consequences.

Her jet arrived in Palermo very early in the afternoon. The forecast had promised a rather sunny and wonderful day. Zinnia had slept through the night thus she was bursting with energy. She could not wait to check in, unpack, and step back outside to enjoy the scenery. Perhaps get some ice cream, or go for a swim, or both. So that's exactly what she did. Her hair was pulled up in a lose ponytail, black sunglasses shielded her eyes and a knee-high net dress covered the two piece swim suit she wore underneath. Reaching the piazza, she couldn't wait to put her Italian into practice, but for the meantime, she took a seat to savor the coconut-oreo icecream she had just bought.

It felt good to be away from the norm. The classes, the predictable friends, the everyday life. She needed some excitement and that's exactly what she came to Italy for. People were chattering, drinking, and laughing all around her. The atmosphere was pleasant, perhaps soon she'd spot someone who could share her company.

 

[TirithIre]

In Italy, no one knew her... her anonymity was complete... and truly, she was no one, and yet at the same time... she had still the luxuries that her life had brought her. Damian would have been a happy and good man had the woman, who's name he had eventually learnt was Monique... had not kidnapped him, ripped him from his home and everything that could have been considered a normal life. He had never known anything other then the life he had been forced into in Italy, and as a result, he was not the same man he could have been. No one could have ever been the same after what had happened to her.

He had been put through hell. After he had been kidnapped... taken to a strange country, and raised by people whom were hardly his family. Being raised through brutality, and learning the pain of the whip, he had been traumatized, his world had been shattered. He was not a good man, how could he be when his experiences with women had been such cruelty. He had come out of it not the same man, instead, he thought a relationship was ownership.

He did decide to go surfing... it was the one aspect of a normal life that he had been able to find purchase in, it his escape... the waters didn't try to hurt him... the ocean didn't rape him, it was so relaxing to go and escape the problems of the world. She saw a tanned tall handsome man whom had a red and black surf board, heading for the ocean. He was definatly 'ripped', every muscle seeming to be perfectly defined... he had some nice green shorts on and nothing more, not having a towel or anything... he couldn't help but smile as he saw the sun setting, the tides rising and falling easily, she could see as he walked over the sand, short black hair and a perfect tan, that this Adonnis was utterly comfortable within his own skin!

 

[nefarious_pride]

Zinnia had become inseperable with her Ipod, so after the last bits of her chocolate cone disappeared, she stuck the two buds in her ear and leaned back in her seat to enjoy the slight breeze that had developed. As time went on, the locals began to leave. She guessed it was time for late lunch? but she remained with her eyes still shielded and bobbing slowly to her music. From where she sat, she had the beach in plain view, it was as if the blue waves were beckoning to her. She would stare at her watch to check the time - she had plenty.

With that last though, she gave up her seat and waved fingers at the ice cream seller who didn't seem to be able to tear his gaze from her body. Granted she didn't look out of shape, but so much scrutiny would make any girl a tad self conscious. Little did she know that she'd be doing the same very soon.

Her heels clicked on the concrete until it finally faded to the sand under her feet. Zinnia caught colour from the corner of her eye and that's when she saw him. Even from the distance, she could see that he was more than just a little pleasing to the eye. His skin was tan, much like her own if not a little darker, black hair and... she couldn't see his eyes. But he definately exercised because his body was almost statuesque. The girl laughed at herself when she realized she had those stupid little butterflies in her stomach, they seemed to be increasing the closer to him she got. At times like these, her inexperience with men made her chest hurt in shame.

"You have to wait for the right time Zinnia, you cannot just go about dating like your peers do. Anyone who will get that close to you must be worthy.."

The words of her father rang in her ear. 'Worthy' of course meant rich and in good standing with the Von Lerieu family. She found a pretty nice spot on the beach to change. Her skin was still glistening a bit as she removed the dress from her body, exposing a tiger print bikini. She had to admit, it was skimpier than what she normally wore, but she was away from home, the least she could do is be a little defiant. She stared down at herself and the patches of cloth barely covered her generous bosom. Zinnia couldn't stop oggling the man. He was young and sizzling hot! she wondered if she'd get the chance to talk to him. Lord knows she wasn't about to go over to him and introduce herself, oh no, she'd blush herself to death.

So for now she sat down upon a spread towel and enjoyed her own personal eye-candy.

 

[TirithIre]

He smirked to himself... he had noticed her a few minutes before he hit the waves... she seeing the strong and definatly sizzlingly hot looking guy! He grinned as he felt the cool rush of the water crash over his body, she seeing the man jump into the water, diving right into the crashing wave, before he resurfaced a moment later, and as she watched, he swam into the next, jumping up onto his board. She had not been able to oogle guys before, heck her life had always been a living hellishly restrictive here. Here, anyone could approach her, and she could look at any man she wanted to. He had the tan from working outside all the time, and he'd be damned if he worked on steel with a shirt on, hence there were no tan lines... not like her... her skin so pale, thank goodness for this vacation, she had definatly needed it!

As he surfed though, he did notice her again, she had moved... and the outfit definatly alot better then that fishnet type outfit she had bared before. He felt a stirring in his groin, though to him that meant he wanting to take her, tie her up and ravage her, he did have some class, learnt in the last few years... hence she saw him surfing, and unbeknowest to her, her adonnis of a man was watching her back! About an hour passed though and she saw him returning to the beach, the water dripping off him as he seemed to be heading right for her!

 

[nefarious_pride]

He definately looked like he knew what he was doing. And it was done so with a strangely empowering demeanor, as if he had some form of control over the waves he rode. Or maybe she was just biased and her attraction to this stranger was doing her talking for her. Even though she tried to busy herself in doing else, her gaze always returned to the muscular dark haired guy. He of course looked like he hadn't even realized she existed, in a way,she was relieved but also disappointed. Heck she didn't know what she wanted. But that was until he stopped surfing and began to head towards her. Now her heart was pounding so loudly in her ear she could barely hear anything else. Time seemed to have slowed down and she shifted uncomfortably..

"Oh heavens is he coming towards me? He sure seems like he is looking at me... or someone behind me? Nope..nobody..certainly me.. Alright girl, play it cool.. act like you hadn't even noticed him walking to you.. ok? alright." Her brain was talking to her as he approached, and she tried to compose herself. Zinnia was surprised about his actions, but not entirely unpleased. When he was close enough she flashed a straight white smile at him and sat up.

"Hello" she mumbled barely audibly enough as she waited to hear his voice. She was almost convinced it would make her melt inside. But he was looking even better from up close, he had green eyes just like her own, and the rest of him... well that was perfect. Ok fine, she had a rather childish crush on him, but at the moment, she was reveling in the feeling.

 

[TirithIre]

He saw the way she squimed on her own towel, and the way she had shifted when she had noticed him coming... everything bodilly about her gave her away before he had even reached her. His toned body glistening from the combination of the water, and the sun. He smiled as she greeted him though... thinking she was far too 'easy' to capture... heck she had already a crush, that was easy to see. He nodded to her though, seeming so full of confidence, that he knew EXACTLY what he was doing.

" Hey there, you must be new to Italia." He remarked easily, having a definatly Italian, as he looked down to her. " My name is Damian, and I noticed you watching me. You seem to like the ocean, yet have not walked within it... are you waiting on someone? before you enter the ocean's waters?" He asked her cooly, even as she saw him impale his board into the sand, one hand on it, as he regarded her cooly, looking her up and down... he was so.... forwards, not like any man she had ever been allowed to converse with before!

 

[nefarious_pride]

His gaze upon her was even, intense, confident. It didn't waver like the guys back home who stared but didn't really want to get caught staring so they continued to turn away and turn back again. He was like, a breath of fresh air for Zinnia. Her breath caught, and then... he spoke. She bit on her lip softly and nodded her head. "Yes, I am out here on vacation from the U.S. And.. Damian? My name is Zinnia, very nice to meet you" His voice settled on her and she was loving his accent. However when he mentioned that he had noticed her watching him she was nonplussed. She visibly blushed and looked away from him, even though she still had her sunglasses on.

"Well..uhm.. I thought you looked familiar. I didn't mean to..make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry." She lied before staring up the length of his body again. Her eyes followed the way he held the board, she caught herself wishing it was she he were holding like that. A hand came up to brush stray locks of black hair from her face before she continued ".. No, I gess I was just waiting for the right time to hop in the water. I'm by myself out here, so there isn't anyone to wait on." she smiled again and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs." I do love to swim though, but let's just say I got a little distracted when I got here. But I'm planning on getting in before my day is over. Are you...finished?" She was hoping this wouldn't be the last she'd see of him.

 

[TirithIre]

" The U.S. ahh yes, you are from the land where people think that sex is something to be hidden away and not showed." He teased her, even as he winked letting her know he was only being playful. As she blushed though he smiled, having all his teeth, they straight and clean, he was so handsome... and perfect... though as she mentioned going swimming and asking whether he was done, he easily shook his head.

" I was not embaressed by your watching, you think I am good looking, I think you are good looking as well, you fill that suit very nicely, it shows your body off, not the other way around. A shame sometimes, when the focus in on the suit, not the woman beneath it." He replied, even as he left the board and holding out a hand to her smirked.

" Since you are alone, and not waiting on anyone, you should come swimming with me. I promise you you will not drown, and since you were going to go anyway, why not go together? Afterwards, I will take you to dinner." He telling her, not really asking that last part... his hand right there... Turn it down, and she would see him walk away.. take it, and she would defy her parents instructions... she would give into her body and let herself enjoy the company of a man whom her parents would hardly approve of!

 

[TirithIre]

( Weird, it put my post above yours , ahh I see the timing got screwed up last night, so I will wait until after 12: 30 to try and post again )

 

[nefarious_pride]

She chuckled softly in embarassment for her country but she nodded.. "Mhm, and I also wasn't warned that Italians are so open about sexual things, like you seem to be." Zinnia realized that he wasn't even try to act coy, or cocky, or all-knowing, he was merely stating true facts. She had been staring because she thought he was good looking, it's just that she hadn't expected him to be so forward about it...geez. His compliment was one other thing that took her by surprise, ensuring the pinkish hue to her cheeks remained. She was so flattered that he found her attractive, so so flattered. "Well..thank you..Damian"

She stared at his outstretched hand, she would take it, except the look in his eye could not but be interpreted as a promise of more. Tentatively she laid slender fingers in his and brought herself to her feet. Her sunglasses were removed with her free hand, so he could finally see her eyes. She grinned at him and shook her head in amazement. "I'll go swimming with you, but what happened to giving the lady a choice for the dinner?" the grin softened and she fell in step beside him. "..but I'd be delighted to dine with you, plus I don't really know any good restaurants around here".

Zinnia had no idea what to make of his invitation, was he asking her out? You know..for a 'date', or was he just offering her a good time just for the night because she looked lonely and completely infatuated with him? In all honesty, she wouldn't really mind either, though it would be pretty cool if he saw her more than just a one-night stand. Not that she would have sex with him any time soon, or ever for that matter. Yes, he was gorgeous, but hell she was only there for three weeks and she wasn't about to throw away the only thing she had saved intact for the past 19 years for a little summer fling.

 

[TirithIre]

He chuckled slightly to himself, she seeing as his hand seemed to caress the board, he seeing the way she had been watching his hands, the way he had held the board, and he had a feeling, she liked the way he was holding it, imagining that it was she whom was being held, not him. She did not think that she would have sex with this handsome Adonnis of a man? She was a silly naiive woman. Either she would enjoy herself and would end up being 'owned' by this man, or she would fight, and end up in the same 'predicament'. " There is nothing to be sorry for, Italy is the country of love. France has been known, but if you look for love, or look for passion, then Italy is the best place in the world to be." He replied, even as she took his hand.

As she did, she felt the grip on her hand, not hard as in that he was hurting her, but strong, assuring her that he was holding onto her. Even as he smiled to her question, he did pull her right up and 'into him' so that the only way she could stop herself from smacking into him, was to put her 'free' hand onto his chest, she feeling the warm muscled skin under her dainty hand... she may be thinking that he was so handsome, that even though he was handsome there had to be something different about him. Even as he smirked to her comment though he simply replied. " There are the places you would never find, the good italian restaurants that do not cater to outsiders... that I will show you." He replied easily, as if that was the reason that she asked about choice was answered by that... he smiled easily though as he looked to her.

" Come, the sun will set before you know it, and the ocean does get chilled when the sun no longer warms it." He remarked to her, even as he let her hand go only to put his hand around her waiste and pulling her towards the water, he smirked as he looked to her. " How do you like Italy so far?" He curious, even as he felt her shorter, daintier body 'crushed' against her... he could not help but smile as he looked to her and smiling, he led her right to the oceans edge, smiling he looked to her, before he playfully pushed her into an incoming, yet small wave of water... the water splashing up onto her body at waiste height, as he smirked. She may not think so now, but tonight, she would either end up having fun and being fucked, or she would be forced. Either way, she wasn't going to be a virgin much longer!