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I can’t see, but finally the disgusting man behind me grunts and groans, pressing my face hard into the cold ground as he releases himself into me, using me like I’m a doll. A fucking blow-up doll.
How many women has he done this to?
He’s not using protection either. God only fucking knows what he’s infected me with.
“God! Fuck!” he cries out, and I wonder if he will like it when I do it to him.
“Finally finished, you fat fuck?” I grit out, as the man with a bitten dick strolls over with a pair of scissors, his eyes wide. I don’t get to see anything else, because the man behind mepunches me hard in the back of the head before ramming his fist into my ass, in effect punching me in my bowels. His knuckles scrape my insides as I suck in a breath, my body screaming against the invasion as he drags it out, only to deliver another bruising blow.
Jesus fucking Christ...
He doesn’t relent.
“How’d you like my fat fist up your ass, bitch?” He laughs and picks up the pace, making my body twitch and jerk in response to each blow. I grit my teeth as sweat pools at my brow, gasping with each punch.
My head feels like it’s a spinning top, threatening to split across the floor with the weight of the throbbing inside. My head is yanked up, and blades cut close to my scalp, leaving tiny nicks in their wake. Each time he chops at my hair, he lets my head slam back onto the hard ground.
I can barely open my eyes, and I know I’m going to pass out again. But the man behind me finally pulls his fist out of my ass before ramming his dirty fingers into my mouth. I throw up, but he keeps them there, making me choke on my own vomit.
Not like this. I won’t die like this.
I manage to get purchase on his meaty fingers and bite down as hard as I can, but the pain of him stretching my sore jaw so wide has me almost delirious with pain.
I hear the crackle of a two-way radio, a voice barking orders. Suddenly, they stop. The limp dick one curses, pulling away from me.
“What the fuck?” the fat prick growls, zipping up his pants. “We need to go. Some shit’s going down.”
The other one looks at me, a sick grin on his face. “Too bad. We were just getting started.”
They laugh, leaving me chained to the wall, naked, bleeding, and surrounded by what’s left of my hair. I watch them go,barely able to see or breathe through the pain thrumming through my body. As the door slams shut behind them, I let out a shuddering breath, relief washing over me.
I’m still chained and helpless, but thank fuck they’re gone.
They’re not going to stop until they’ve killed you. You have to move.
I gasp for breath, the taste of blood and vomit lingering in my mouth. My body is a jigsaw puzzle of pain, every piece of me throbbing and raw.
I strain against the chains, testing their strength. They’re solid, unyielding, but I can’t just lie here and wait for them to come back. I twist and turn, ignoring the searing pain in my wrists and ankles, trying to find any weakness in the restraints. The metal bites into my flesh, drawing fresh blood, but I barely feel it. The pain of that is nothing compared to my face and ass.
I manage to maneuver myself into a sitting position, my back against the cold stone wall. I whimper in agony as fluids drip down my legs, the reminder of how violating those bastards were. I will fucking make them suck each other’s dicks before beheading them for what they did to me. I scan the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the small, barred window high up on the wall. The room is bare, save for a few broken crates and a rusted bucket in the corner. No tools, no weapons, nothing that could help me escape. But I refuse to give in to despair. I’ve been in worse situations and survived. I can survive this too.
I tilt my head back, looking up at the window. It’s small, but if I can get these chains off, I might be able to squeeze through. It’s a long shot, but it’s a chance, and that’s all I need. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I’m about to do. It’s going to hurt like hell, but pain is nothing new to me. Pain is an old friend, and I know how to use it, how to turn it into fuel for my fight.
I grab the chain connecting my wrists, bracing my feet against the wall for leverage. I pull with all my might, my muscles straining, my wrists screaming in agony. The metal cuts deeper, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I pull until the world starts to spin, until black spots dance before my eyes.
It's fucking pointless.
You’ve been through this before. You can survive, you know this.
“But Sophia didn’t,” I choke out, wincing as my tooth comes loose, tumbling into my mouth. I spit it out and my chest heaves, watching it scatter across the dirty floor.
You came here to end this. To end everything.
I take a moment to breathe, knowing my body is too weak to waste energy on anger. No, I need to let myself rest until they come back, and then I will hatch a plan. Maybe I can wrap the chain around one’s throat...and use him as a shield, maybe even a weapon. I need to be smart, strategic. I can’t let my emotions cloud my judgment. I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I need to conserve my energy, stay sharp.
I have to survive.
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