Pain. Blinding pain, searing through every vein, every muscle, every particle of her body. Pain that erases any thoughts of anything, except of the pain. Laughing voices, the pain subsides to a duller state, still she daren't open her eyes, doesn't want to see their faces. Tears streaming down the sides of her face and into her ears, uncontrolled. Tears mixing with blood. the stench of blood filling her nose, blood covering her and the room and her tormenters, all hers. They laugh, still laughing at her poor thin body, all broken bones and sliced flesh and blood, blood everywhere, laying on her back on the floor of a dark stone room hidden deep in an old house, where noone that might help could ever hear her screams. A torture chamber. She can't move much, her broken body won't agree with her, so she lays and tried not to cry, for when she cries, sobs wrack her chest and envelope her in pain again and again. She can feel a body come closer, crouch next to her. She keeps her eyes shut still, afraid. Big hands stroke her cheek, crusted in blood. Big fingers trace a gash along her cheeckbone, stinging.
"Ready to cooperate now, my sweet?" a mans voice asks the shivering girl, his face lowered near to hers. She turns her face away from his voice but the big hand grabs it and yanks it back to his.
"Look at me." he commands in a low voice, but she keeps her eys shut still. Cold steel is places to the soft flesh under her right eye, already bruised purple.
"I said look at me, you litle whore!. Look at me, or I'll cut out your eyes, and you'll never look at anything again." The knife presses a bit harder, her skin stings where it makes a miniscle cut, barley enough to draw anymore blood. She opens her eyes, pale blue looking up into the shadow of his face. She can see the knife in the bottom of her vision, but doesn't dare look directly at it.
"Ah, I see you are finally ready to cooperate. Much better." She can hear the triumph in his voice. He wrenches her knees apart, she has not the strength to resist anymore, nor even the will. They then take turns with her, the little slave-slut that she is. She looks up into their faces, not daring to look away or close her eyes again, tears still streaming into her ears, except now her tears are silent. She lays still as they fuck her, playing with her broken body, with their favorite toy. The little mutt, her blood twisted with many different creatures, and barely any human. Her eyes are blank, she still feels pain but she's crawled to the back of her mind, hiding, staying as far from reality as she can.
They last one finishes, one of them takes out a camrea, the flash goes off. They like to take pictures of her, damaged, in pain.
Finally the darkness comes, beckoning, enveloping her, calling her away from the pain. She sinks into it, leaving behind their laughter.