TO TAINT A SOUL
It was actually pretty boring the first few days, but i did notice one thing. Even though most of the people I saw (I never got to actually meet any of them, but there voices carried) treated the other girls like pieces of meat, we were well taken care of. Clean clothes, our own hygiene products including razors(hairy pits must be a turn off) and three meals a day. If it wasn't for the forced sexual encounters they would probably never want to leave. We were all on a schedule. Wake up, eat, pace till more food came, annoy the hell out of the cowboy and the Brit when they babysat me, then chat with the girls till lights out. Most of the time I was by myself. Usually I like it like that, but when your being held captive it's the last thing you would want. I didn't even have someone to complain to till after lunch. I did, however, learn some valuable information.
Don't get a shower unless there are other people in the room.
It was my second day in captivity and I was bored out of my mind. So I decided to take a nice long shower, hopefully raising Mr. Big Shot's electric bill a few bucks. My guard at the moment was Devin, although I didn't know it at the time. The wouldn't talk to me. I must have been really out of it because I didn't lock the door when I got in. (Turns out, the door really did have a lock. It was one of those cheap "Twist and Push" gizmo's) Luckly I've been paranoid all my life and made a habit out of pulling the curtain back just enough so I could look out and make sure there was noone in the room with me. When I did, I saw Him standing there, leaning casually on the sink, holding my towel and smirking at me through the haze. My eyes narrowed and I shivered.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I asked in an irritated voice. He looked up and down, like he was scanning my body behind the curtain.
"No." I rolled my eyes and nodded towards the door.
"You can leave now," I said hopefully. He just grinned and walked forward. I tried not to move, to look bored and leave the impression that I wasn't scared of him, but my hand tightened on the curtain without my consent. All he did was hold out the towel for me. I reached out and grabbed it wearily, wondering what his game was. Will he pull the curtain, pull me out of the shower, come into the shower?
He didn't do anything. I wrapped the towel around me (it was large and fluffy and red), but kept myself hidden. He just kept stareing at me with a curious look on his face. I stood my ground as he came closer, moving only to swipe my hand through my hair and clear my face. Suddenly he started laughing. Turning on his heel he left saying, "You really are a piece of work."
All in all, I preferred Mr.Cowboy to all the other guards. He didn't talk much, but it actually seemed like he was listening when I was ranting threw the door. Carter, on the other hand, was pretty fun to screw with. I'd made a game. Every day I would time how long it took him to come charging in frothing at the mouth. Right across from the door was an old puppy clock that I was guessing was there to make the place feel "homey." It didn't.I watched it diligently while I pushed his buttons. I'm guessing he caught on since, even though he was still sending smart remarks my way, he never hit the door, or even threatened me. I'd have to make myself even more obnoxious.
"So about this new girl your kidnapping," I said casually while piking at a stick I'dfound under my bed, "When's she supposed to get here? I've been waiting but you haven't brought in any weeping tweens yet." Silence. "Where are you getting her from anyway? Taking her from a homeless shelter, an asylum? Oh! Maybe buying her like you did m-" The door jerked open slightly and hit me in the back of the head. I stumbled to my feet and scowled at the chuckles from the other side. "Whats so funny." I asked darkly.
"Your stupidity," he answered opening the door wider. "You've been summoned." Ug, that accent. was he for real? I could fake an accent better than that. And I told him so. He just snorted and shook his head.
"Thats a fire hazzard you know." I ignored the lears from the men loitering around in the room and walked beside carter with a bored expression on my face. Fat, lonley men in expensive suits. Discusting.
"What?" he asked, not really listening. He opened the door and led me up the steps.
"The doors open inward and they are locked. If there was a fire we would most likely burn to a crisp." He looked over at me, but wiped his face clear before I could interpret his expression.
"I'm pretty sure Boss doesn't care about that." We stopped at a door and he shifter from foot to foot, still holding on to my arm and looking at the wood absently.
"Whats his name again, I totally forgot." I knew that if his boss was inside he would have heard me which, of course, was the point. I wanted to irritate him as much ass possible, make him regret taking me. Carter ignored me and reashed for the door while I looked down at a horrible picture of some chubby chick and a poodle. You'd think with all his money he would have bought something worth looking at. I was pulled inside and squinted in the dark, then blinked as her turned the lights on.
We were in a bedroom. And not just any bedroom, it had a kingsize bed with rich red seets pulled back just so, that made the cool gray and white conforter stick out. the bed was a natural looking polished black with lighter browns weaving through it. There was a large window covered completely with burgandysilk curtains (i think, i've never actually seen silk) and hand carved tables, a desk and a dresser, all made from the same kind of dark wood, lined the light sand colored walls. I fell in love with it right away.
"Awe, Carter, you shouldn't have. Really. Now what am I supposed to get you? And on my birthday, how sweet." He stood in stonefaced silence, not looking me in the eye. "What? Did I get it wrong?" He reached in his pocket and pulled me toward him sharply jabbing me with the needle he just grabbed.
"Ow. what the heck couldn't you at least warn.....me....first." My eyelids drooped and I stumbled away from him. Stupid heart. It was pounding the entire time here and now it's helping him do who-knows-what by spreading the lala drug (my name for the my name for the seditive they kept sticking me with) throughout my body. He caught me as my legs went out from under me and carried me to the bed.
"Sorry bud," he said as he let me go over the sheets. I dropped, bounced then muttered something about being to cool to be his budy and then passed out.
I woke up with my hands above my head and a weird tickle in my throat. I coughed and pulled my arms down, only to hiss (then choke) as I almost tore my hands off. I squinted upward and tried to figure out what had happened. "Handcuffs," I croaked, "They handcuffed me to the thousand dollar bed. How sweet of them." I looked down but couldn't see anything. Either my boobs had grown significantly or someone had covered me up. A whimper made my head snap to my left, the side with the giant window. Sitting on the floor with her arms curled around her knees was a small girl. She was thin and terrified and I could see tear streaks on her face. She was also sleeping. They probably drugged her, too.
"Hey. You. Hey wake up. You-who. Heeeeeeeeeeeeey. Get up. Come on please?" She didn't move. I shimmied my way out from under the blankets, awkwardly because I still couldn't feel my legs very well, and curled up so my feet were pointing right at her. I then proceeded to kick one of the fluffy red pillows at her face.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" I said loudly. She squealed and jumped back into the wall looking disoriented and scared. I felt kinda bad,but I was chained up and she was the only person I could think of to help me. Apparently there was no guard or else they would have come in while I was yelling, even if it was just to grope me while they had a chance. She looked at me wide eyed and nervous. I couldn't really blame her. I still had a healing bruise on my face and that cut from Mr. Irish Dude, so I probably looked pretty scary to a kidnap victim. Not to mention I was handcuffed and she had absolutely no idea why or how I got there.
"Does that phone work?" I aked her nodding to the end table beside her. She hesitantly picked it up and held it to her ear for a moment before shaking her head no. "Great. What about the door, is it -"
"So I here that they have been saving you for me," said a familiar Irish voice. A chill ran down my spine. "Not only that, but they have found me another one. I'm told she's softer, more delicate." My teeth clenched as he smiled down at her shaking body.
He wouldn't. "Come here darling," he crooned at her." She sat frozen on the floor.
He would. "So, how are your privates, healing up nicely I take it?" I asked, managing to sound snarky even in this predicament. He grinned and walked over to pat my crossed legs making my skin crawl.
"You will see here in a few moments," he murmured turning away from me. He reached down and picked the girl up by the arm and moved her to the middle on the floor. She shook and kept her eyes shut, knowing what was coming next. I started to panic. He couldn't, not to her, not when she was this young. Christ she couldn't be more than fourteen years old. I yanked at the hand cuffs, my hands shaking. The metal cut into my skin but I kept going, pulling and shaking , trying to get loose.
I had to help her. Had to get loose, even if I had to get rid of my hand first. I heard it. Heard her being raped. Heard him enjoying it. Heard her cry. Heard him laugh when he was finished. I wanted to puke. I wanted to die. You will never understand how guilty I feel, even to this day. I COULD NOT DO A THING. I used to pride myself on being strong enough, smart enough to get out of any situation. But this one time, I was useless, powerless, weak.
"Shh, shh. You will be alright," I heard him say in a gentle voice, like he was talking to a toddler that just skinned their knee. The zipper of her jeans went up and she didn't move, didn't make a sound. Jesus Christ, she wasn't even whimpering anymore. By now my wrists were on fire and my hands were numb. I felt his weight tilt the bed and I kicked out, furious and disgusted and horrified, trying to do anything to hurt him, make him suffer for what he did. My legs were pinned down and I felt his breath on my face. Opening my eyes I looked into his. I wasn't scared anymore, I felt nothing but mind numbing, soul corrupting hatred. I spit in his eye. His face twisted and he hit me.
"I won't be so gentle with you." I struggled like you would not believe, earning more slaps that morphed into punches. I think I even bit him, all the while I knew that I couldn't keep him off for long. Eventually he got my jeans off and had pinned my head to the side while I dripped blood on the pillow.
I choose not to remember what happened next.
After he had left, I curled myself up as close to the headboard as possible. Everything hurt. My head, my hands, my ribs, my...stomach. I tried to breath as easily as possible. I didn't like that I was shaking, that my breath hitched if I forgot not to forget what had happened.
I didn't like that I hadn't heard anything from her.
He had been kind enough to out my jeans back on, tho I had kicked him before he could get them buttoned. Which he hit me for. I don't know how long I'd been laying there, thinking about nothing, before the door opened up. I didn't bother opening my eyes, I just curled in tighter and listened. two sets of boots came across the floor. My hands were released and I pulled them in quickly, folding them over my stomach. I heard a weak cry of surprise when they picked up the girl and relaxed. I had been imagining the worst. I was picked up and I tensed again, but whoever it was was extremely easy with me. I curled into their chest to block out the lights as much as possible.
"Shit, he sure did a number on her." The person carrying me gave no answer. I'm pretty sure that Devin was carrying the girl. "Doubt he even considered using a condom. Good thing the boss insist on shots." I almost choked. I had never thought about what happened afterword. I was kinda glad someone did, even if it was for selfish reasons. Devin prattled on and I could feel the arms around me tightening in annoyance. We walked down stairs, my feet brushing the wall occasionally, and they took us into a dark room. The girl was put down first, then my guy laid me down beside her on my bed. I peaked under my eyelashes, but couldn't make him out in the dark of the room. He covered us up, then brushed my hair off my face. The door clicked and I rolled over, hearing muffled cries next to me.
And it only got worse from there.
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