This story has an M rating due to drug use, violence, sex (including noncon), and for language.

Concretely, this chapter contains smut language, violence and a rather explicit scene of sexual assault. I strongly advise you not to read it in case you think you might feel offended.

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I woke up due to the rain, it was splattering all over my face. It was cold inside the bamboo cage, I couldn't stop my teeth from chattering. I could hear the noises from my cage companions, lying like pigs wallowing in the mud, moaning and whimpering in a low voice, so the sentries surrounding us wouldn't hear them. My clothes were thoroughly soaked and the tank top I wore clung to me like a second skin, the bonds that tied me to a bamboo post had rubbed my skin raw. However, no matter how numb, cold and sore my body was, the worst sensation was fear, a fear that clutched my guts with a tight grip. How could I have ended like this?

A few hours ago I was comfortably sitting in a plane from Thailand due to Australia, where I was going to stay as an abroad student for a whole year. However, for some unknown reason, the plane had run out of fuel very soon, maybe there was a leak in the tank; anyway, we had to do an emergency landing in that island. That's when they came; the pilots had gone out to check the plane and try to contact with the airport but, apparently, there was no signal. We were sitting there, worry etched on every face, when the silence was broken by the sound of gunshots. People screamed and we crouched on the ground with our hands over the head. A crowd of rowdy men dressed in red and camo colours entered and began to scream orders. One of them grabbed me by the scruff of the neck.

"Vaya, mira lo que he pescado" he said in Spanish with a Columbian accent (I had no problem understanding him as I was from Spain myself) he leered at me with a cruel smile on his face.

They shoved us roughly out of the plane and tied our hands behind our backs. They shot to the air to make us move, we ran clumsily to a few tracks waiting nearby. They began to force us into the trucks, a big man hoisted me up into the truck, groping my breasts while he did it, I shot him a look of pure disgust. I dragged myself to a corner with the rest of the passengers. We were quite a few, what were they going to do with us?

I don't know how much time had passed, but we arrived to a big camp swarming with big, armed men. They laughed, jeered, whistled and taunted at us when the others took us to the main area. Afterwards, they threw us into those horrible cages and left us there with a few men surrounding us.

The screams snapped my mind back into reality, my companions cringed to the sound. I myself wanted to stick my fingers into my ears and stop hearing it. Then, the fickle weather of the island made the rain stop. I looked at myself, I was a mess: my legs were covered with mud and my denim shorts, which had been clear in colour were now dyed a murky brown, my red tank was splashed with mud and bedraggled, I didn't want to know the state of my hair and face.

We heard loud voices not far away, and more soldiers, or whatever they were came to the cages' zone. They examined the cages one by one, mine was one of the furthest, but I was feeling more and more nervous. I saw a man walking towards us, I couldn't see his face properly because it was sunset time and the sun was right behind him.

"Well, what do we have here?" The man wondered more to himself than anything, he had Hispanic accent too, I thought it was Mexican. He rummaged in his pocket and produced a few little cards, I suppose they were our IDs. He shuffled them.

"Peter Keller, Germany; Hiroshi Tanaka, Japan; James Newton, United Kingdom and Sofía Gómez Martín, Spain. Wow! Looks like the fucking United Nations! Don't you think?"

He crouched at the other side of the bars to look at us, his arms propped against his knees. That's when I could see him clearly. He was a rather bulky and tall man, though I had already seen that before. At first, his face looked like a skull: this was because his head was shaved except for a black Mohawk on the top of his head and his eyes had dark circles around them, which made them look like empty sockets. Dark stubble covered his jaw, especially around the chin and mouth. Nevertheless, the most striking feature he had was a long scar carved on his tanned skin, on the left side of his head, cutting one of his thick, black eyebrows and reaching almost to the end of his head. He wore a red tank top like the rest of the men who had taken us and camo trousers with the bracers dangling with the hem tucked under his heavy military boots. Two of his fingers had white tape and on the other hand he had a bandage; who knew how he had got that.

A feral smile appeared on his face, he stuck out his tongue excitedly, like a snake wanting to smell the air. He realised I was looking at him. He straightened himself and walked towards me. He crouched again in front of me, with a crooked smile on his lips.

"Look what we got here, I was beginning to think this cage was a fucking sausage fest!" he stared at me, a demonic glint in his brownish eyes. Something in his gaze gave me the impression that something was not quite right within this man, some…darkness, insanity. It gave me the chills. "You are a fucking mess, honey" he said, reaching through the bars and pulling with his fingers at the soaked top I wore.

I eyed him warily, not daring to move. His smile broadened even more as he snaked his fingers to push my hair out of my face. "Sorry for the accommodations, but we don't have any better rooms left."

"Vaas!" he turned at the man who was coming near us, Vaas' expression was full of wrath.

"Can't you see I'm fucking busy, Marco? Haven't your parents taught you it is rude to interrupt, hmm?" he growled, glaring at the man, who recoiled in fear.

"Sorry boss, but we have problems with one prisoner, he managed to cut the ropes and he had almost opened the cage…"

"Can't you even control the friggin' cages? I will see to it, now fuck off" he said and whistled. He turned to me and smiled, the grimace of rage disappeared, but not from his eyes. "I'm sorry, baby, but I gotta go; you know what they say: if you want something done, you have to do it yourself."

Me and my companions watched him stride away in total silence. He reached a group of men, a man was kneeling in the middle; they had turned on a few lights over the cages, so the scene could be seen. Vaas stood in front of the captive with his hands on his hips, scowling furiously at him. The man seemed to be looking to his face in a defiant manner.

"So you want to fuck with me, huh? Trying to escape under my fucking nose" he took out a pistol out of his holster and put it between the man's eyes "want me to blow your brains out? Because that's what you get when you piss me off!" He roared and raised his arm, then pistol-whipped him in the face, some people in the nearby cages shrieked in fear. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index, as if he was trying to calm himself down. "Shame, I can't kill you yet, your family wouldn't pay so much for your body" the man was lying at his feet, probably knocked out; he kicked him in the stomach and spat.

I inhaled deeply when I realised I had stopped breathing. He began to walk towards my cage again, putting his pistol on the holster again. He crouched in the same place as before. I tried to keep my face as blank and expressionless as possible, it didn't strike me as a good idea showing the fear I felt at the moment. He smiled again, as if he wanted to apologise.

"I'm really sorry at what has happened, I was having a little chat with you, wasn't I? By the way, welcome to Rook Island. Why did you land in MY island?" I stood there, not knowing what to say. He raised an eyebrow, looking irritated "hey, hermana, I asked you a fucking question, I expect you to answer it".

I opened my mouth to speak, but I only croaked a bit, I was hoarse after staying under the rain. I cleared my throat "We were flying towards Australia and the plane ran out of fuel…we had to land here, and…your men took us" I supposed he was their superior. He nodded, smiling slightly "yeah, I imagined something like that. We aren't too much into planes, you know? We are used to luxury yachts and that kind of shit…Anyway, this batch is gonna give a shitload of money, you are quite a lot, I hope the work is worth it" I just looked at him as he spoke matter-of-factly about ransoming us to our families. So we had been captured by pirates…

"Well, gotta go, I would stay a bit more, but I am a busy dude, bye chica" he said, winking at me, he got up and he strolled away. I relaxed when he disappeared; the other men in the cage looked at me in a strange manner, a bit hostilely. I looked at them defiantly.

I studied our surroundings, the cages were in some kind of clearing, it had neither trees nor grass. It was probably stripped of vegetation due to the frequent usage. There were many pirates guarding us, they strolled around the cages with their AK-47 slung over their shoulders, or rattling their machetes against the bamboo bars. They spoke in loud voices and where rather foul-mouthed, though you can't really expect nothing else from a pirate, their swear words were punctuated by the screams of the other captives.

I looked sideways at my companions. To my left was the Japanese, he was a small man, the oldest among us, dressed with a shirt and suit trousers, he must have been some kind of business-man; he looked rather numb, his eyes unfocused. In front of me sat the German man, he must have been around my age, he had the tanned skin of someone who spends their time surfing, maybe that's why he went to Australia; like me, he was looking around the place. The English guy was very young, maybe around eighteen, he had some piercings and was trembling with fear.

I fidgeted in my place, trying to get comfortable, but to no avail, I only made my wrists hurt more. I groaned, desperate; were they going to ransom us? How would my parents manage? Those assholes would probably ask for a lot of money, my parents would have to ask for a loan or something. They would be beside themselves with worry…and, if they paid, how the hell would I go back home? It looked as if that island was isolated from the rest of the world, if the pirates had turned it into their lair…

I felt really tired, and I really wanted to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened so far, but sleep wouldn't come… I watched my companions enviously as they fell asleep. But finally, I ended up closing my eyes.

Something cold and wet hit my whole body, I screamed, shocked. I was soaked again, I looked up and saw Vaas holding an upturned bucket just over my head, he was inside the cage with us.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" he cried in a fake cheery voice. I glared at him, why the fuck did he do that? He pursed his lips and knitted his eyebrows into a scowl. He crouched beside me and grabbed me roughly by the throat. "Don't fucking look at me that way NEVER" he growled, his face very near to mine, I could smell him, a mix between some sweat, tobacco and liquor. I looked into his eyes, trying not to blink. "I…I'm sorry" I croaked, he seemed slightly appeased, the pressure of his fingers around my neck decreased. "I fucking hope so" he grunted, and released me.

"You should thank me, you know, now at least you don't have so much shit on you" he turned away, but he looked at me one the last moment "by the way, red suits you" he said with a wicked smile. I felt my blood creeping up to my face; shit, I didn't want to blush in front of that guy.

When he was about to go out of the cage the boy muttered "asshole" under his breath, Vaas stopped dead in his tracks and turned to him. "What the fuck did you say?" he asked very slowly. The boy shrank on the ground, as if he wished to melt into it; "you say…I am an asshole… don't you, little cocksucker?" He whipped out his pistol "Want a fucking bullet between the eyes, huh? Hey! You fuck! Look at me in the fucking eye! Little fag" the cannon of his gun touched the boy's forehead, who blubbered incoherently.

The pirate was beside himself with anger, his eyes seemed to bore holes into James' skin. "Leave the boy alone, it wasn't his…" the Japanese's words were drowned out by a deafening shot. I looked startled towards the older man, he was dead, a thick stream of blood gushed from a hole in his head. I gasped, some people screamed. Vaas scratched his chin thoughtfully "Shouldn't have killed him…anyway, he wouldn't have been of much use" he said to himself. He looked at other cages, "This is what will happen if someone else defies me!" he roared.

"You two, take the body away" he screamed at two of his men. With that he abandoned the place. They entered and untied the body, then dragged it by its feet, leaving a crimson trail on the mud. Keller and I looked at each other, unable to speak; Newton looked ready to pass out.

Oh, fuck; what the hell am I doing here ¡? I should have arrived to Australia; why did it have to happen? I looked with unease at the blood mixed with the mud. I would have to be very careful with that nutter… what if I had displeased him as much as the Japanese? A shiver ran down my spine, I would have to control myself.

Time passed agonizingly slow, it was horrible being there not being able to move, wasting my time. The sunrays fell upon us mercilessly; we had nothing to shield us from the sun's glare apart from the bamboo bars. I was very thirsty, I wished I could have drunk some of the water the pirate lord had splashed over me. At least my wet clothes kept me fresher, even if they were really uncomfortable. I was hungry too, I hadn't eaten anything since the plane departed, my stomach grumbled. Sometime afterwards a few men untied our hands from the bars, I sighed with relief, examining my wrists, the rope had cut the skin in certain places and they were very sore, but they would heal. They passed three bowls full of a liquid substance through the bars. We threw ourselves to the food. I was some kind of soup, very salty and not very tasty, but it was food after all.

Things were better, now at least I had a full stomach and could sit more comfortably in the cage. I propped my head against the bars and tried to sleep and forget. The raucous voices of the pirates woke me up. I looked up and saw two men walking towards our cage. They opened the door and entered.

"We could start with her" said one of the men, he was shirtless and wore a red bandana around the head, he grinned lewdly with is yellowing teeth. Although he probably towered over me, he was smaller and thinner than his companion, who was a behemoth of a man, he had a red piece of fabric around his mouth and wore aviator sunglasses.

"Yeah, let's get her" said the big man in a deep voice, I couldn't see his expression because his face was covered. I bared my teeth, frightened, I didn't know exactly what they were going to do, but I could imagine it, and I didn't like it. The smaller man grabbed me by the hair and forced me to get up, he shoved me against his companion, he gripped my arms roughly and dragged me outside de cages. They took me outside the ring of cages, near the jungle trees. The big man threw me to the ground, I looked at them with a knot in my stomach.

The smaller man lifted me, I tried to resist, but he just slapped me. He grabbed my arms and kicked my legs apart, so that I would be in that kind of spread-eagled position. I could feel his breath behind my neck. The other man flexed his fingers and hands, making them crack.

"Don't worry, honey, we won't be too harsh" then, unexpectedly he balled his hand into a fist and hit my mouth. My head snapped back, I screamed in shock and pain. He slapped me hard and then backhanded me across the face. I spat some blood into the ground, why were they doing this? I had done nothing wrong…I glared at the man, wishing I could hit him back.

He laughed at my expression, I spat at his face with rage. He punched me in the stomach in return, I would have doubled in half if it hadn't been for the other man. "I think this bitch hasn't had enough, maybe we could have some more fun with her". "I dunno" said the other "Vaas said we couldn't fuck them", I shivered, they wanted to rape me. "He doesn't have to know" said the big man shrugging himself.

He grabbed the hem of my shorts and took them down, he forced me to lift one foot to put them away. The other one began to bite my neck viciously, I groaned in disgust. The big man cupped my crotch with one of his strong hands. "Asshole!" I shrieked "you fucking…" he slapped me again, then he took out a knife and sliced the straps of my panties, leaving me exposed, he took them to his nose and sniffed deeply, "I will keep them as a souvenir" he added malevolently. Then he cut the front of my tank top and pushed my bra up, he grunted at the sight of my breasts; "dude, you should see her tits, they are fucking awesome." He began to fondle them and pinch my nipples with his calloused hands, I groaned in outrage. The other man began to grind his pelvis against my butt, I could feel the bulge in his pants.

"Hold her wrists, I want to get a grab too" said the other one hoarsely, the big one got hold of my wrists and held them over my head, I had to stay almost on my tiptoes. The man behind me grabbed my breasts and twisted them painfully, I moaned in pain, his hands descended to my hips, and he pressed my buttocks against his crotch, while he rubbed his erection up and down. I wanted to vomit; he kept holding me with one hand and slid the other between my legs.

"Wow, bald like baby's bottom, I love it that way" he exclaimed. He rubbed his fingers up and down the outside of my cleft, pulling at the flesh with his fingers. I hissed, trying to shake him off me, he slapped my thighs.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" roared a familiar voice, the two men released me, I lost balance and fell to the ground. I saw a pair of military boots coming towards us. I raised my eyes and saw Vaas, I could have felt almost relieved if it hadn't been for the expression in his face, he looked daggers at the other two man, seething with rage. "I told you…no! I ordered you not to fuck the women! I fucking told you and you disobeyed ME!" he knocked his chest with both hands as he said it. In his rage, his eyes were so open that they looked ready to pop out.

"Sorry, Vaas, but the bitch..." stammered the big man. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared "I don't give a fuck. Did you think I would never know? Did you really fucking think that?" he took out a long knife and put it against the big man's neck. The man seemed terrified, even though he was bigger than Vaas, the other one recoiled slightly. "Marco, Ben; come get this two fucks, I will take care of them later" hissed Vaas, baring his teeth menacingly. Two men came and took those two, pointing their weapons at their backs.

I stood motionless in the ground, half naked, my heart seemed about to explode. Now I could feel the pain of their beating, my face felt on fire and I had a dull pain on my stomach. Someone crouched beside me, it was Vaas. He still looked angry, but not as much as before. I slipped my bra into place, I didn't feel like showing my tits to everyone. "I'm sorry for that", he said and took my chin in his hand, examining my face with interest. "They will regret it. Now, dress yourself and I will take you back to the cage", I didn't trust him, but better him than those other two.

The tank was ruined, I would have to wear it like this; at least I had my bra. My shorts were twisted in the ground, hooked around my ankle, I slipped them on as well as I could. When I finally stood up Vaas caught my arm, firmly but not roughly. and guided me towards my cage, I let him take me there.

We entered the cage zone, people stared at us, especially at me, I owed it to my dishevelled state, and the probably darkening bruises on my face. "What the fuck are you staring at, huh?" growled Vaas.

He opened the door of my cage, my other companions looked startled and frightened, he pushed me slightly inside by the shoulder. He closed the door behind me. I saw him stalk away by the corner of my eye. I sat in my usual place, leaning against the bars, I pressed my fingers against my eyes. "Are you ok?" asked a male voice from inside the cage. I opened the cage, it was the Keller guy.

"More or less, could be worse, though" I flinched thinking how the thing would have ended if Vaas hadn't appeared. "Why did they took you out?" he asked, "I don't know, they started to hit me and they decided to try to rape me". I wished he wouldn't speak more, I just wanted to forget.

Then two more men came towards our cage. I looked at them warily, were they coming for me? They opened the cage but didn't even look at me, they went straight for Newton. He screamed and resisted, but they punched him in the mouth so he would shut up; were they going to beat us all for no reason? I heard some screams far away, but they were rather usual in the camp. Keller was very pale and sweaty, he knew he was next.

After a while the soldiers came with Newton shuffling his feet, one of his eyes was closed and his left cheek had a nasty cut. They threw him to the ground and went straight for Keller, he tried to kick one of them in the groin, one smashed his foot against Keller's jaw. They dragged him outside.

I wished all this was a dream, that I could wake up at any moment and find myself at home, safe and sound. But the cruel truth was that this was real, that I would have to go through this ordeal. Hopefully my parents would pay the ransom, and I would be able to go back. But, it was a very dim hope, I really didn't see any way of escaping this.

After a while they brought Keller again, his nose looked broken and it bled profusely, he looked half knocked out. They shoved him into the cage and he fell to the ground. When the pirates had disappeared I crawled to him and examined him. His nose kept bleeding, I had to staunch it somehow. I looked at my ruined tank and took it off, crumpled it and pressed it carefully against his nose. I opened his eyes carefully, to see whether he was conscious or not, I moved a finger in front of him, he followed it; I supposed he was getting back. "What…" his voice sounded croaky; "you passed out, looks like they beat you hard" I answered. He propped himself against an elbow "Ow, my fucking head, those fucking bastards" he said with a pronounced German accent.

"You should rest, sit and keep your face down" he did as I told him. I came back to my place and sat. He looked at me, frowning "what happened to your shirt?", "you're holding it". He took it from his nose and looked at it, "I could use mine if you want", I scoffed "it is ruined, let's give it some use." I closed my eyes, my head was pounding painfully. I tried to forget the moans and whimpers from the other cages, the screams and the voices of the pirates.

They were taking more people out of their cages, most of them resisted, fought or pleaded, others just sobbed, resigned. Night came with its shadows, we were defeated in our cages, weak, thirsty and hungry. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I wasn't willing to ask the guards for permission, they would probably hit me and tell me to do it in the cage. Finally, I realised it was the only option; the best thing would be to do it where the Japanese had been, I wouldn't soil my mates' space and the soil was slightly inclined, so the urine was liable to go out of the cage.

There was still blood in that spot, I remembered how Vaas had shot the poor man, I wrinkled my nose in disgust before crouching and putting my pants down. I sighed in relief, then I felt the sting of a slap on my buttocks. I turned, full of anger, a pirate had sneaked up to me and taken advantage of my situation; he grinned at my expression, then left chuckling.

When I finished I retreated to my corner, drawing distractedly on the ground. The pirates looked in a good mood, maybe because they had had some fun with the prisoners. Had they tried to rape more women? Probably yes, they were violent and bored soldiers who only wished to destroy and have their way with everything. I heard a noise and lifted my head, Keller was crawling toward his usual place. "Has the bleeding stopped?" I asked, he nodded slightly. His nose looked broken and the bruises were darkening.

"Thanks for the shirt", he said and he threw it at me, I caught it. Not only was it torn and stained with mud, now it had big splatters of blood on it. I decided to put it on as if it was a vest, at least the bamboo bars wouldn't dig against the bare skin of my back. Newton looked half asleep, he probably didn't want to talk.

We sat there for hours, with nothing more interesting to do besides looking at the other cages and at the soldiers. Night came and they turned on the lights; I hoped against hope that they would bring us some more food, but it never came. I was tired, even though I had been sitting there most of the day. I took off my ruined top and bundled into some kind of pillow, then curled into a foetal position in the ground and fell asleep.