It was dark, darker than usual. Kaya was still sleeping soundly next to me, but the noises wouldn't leave me alone. I could hear the girl screaming above us. Most people got used to it. I didn't. I couldn't. Well…sometimes I could, but never when it was a new girl. You could always tell by the screams. When you got used to it you wouldn't cry hysterically anymore. All emotions would leave you before you entered the chamber. It was the only way you could survive.
But the new girls still felt the panic, the endless struggle to stay pure and undefiled. We, the "old" girls that is, were already broken. If we pretended we were somewhere else, with someone else, we could get through it. But some of us we're already dead. Inside if not for real. We were killed if we ever tried to escape. That was the ruthless reality we lived in. The bloodtraitor-girls. Teenage girls from pureblood families that didn't want them anymore.
Usually they had done something so incredibly vile like for example getting impregnated by a mudblood, or, even worse, a muggle. Sometimes they had only talked to them. And some pureblood families even sent their daughters here for a month or so to "teach them a lesson", but a number of them actually committed suicide when they returned home so most of them stopped doing that.
The girls that were here now were here for life. Unless someone bought them. Which was very unlikely since the price that was put on them was close to 100 million galleons. And they could get the sex for much less than that. Anything they wanted. The downside of magic was just that. You could be forced to do anything and be completely unable to even fight back. Even so, stupefy was rarely used as most elderly wizards (their usual clientele) appreciated it when the girls put up a fight. Many wizards in their 40s late 50s, usually very distinguished men of the law, liked to get drunk from time to time and swing by this old place to find a young girl they could share.
This was, of course, a very well-kept secret. As was the place in question.