Chapter 2: Abuse.

She woke up to pure darkness and a throbbing head. The girl felt the area around her to figure out whether or not she was in her chamber. Her hands came into contact with a cool metal floor and metal bars that kept her within a restricted area. The air was chilled and thick.

She must be in a basement, but what basement?

She raised her hand above her head to see if there was room to stand, only to discover that there wasn't. Her breath quickened and her heart raced as she hugged her legs closely and buried her face in her knees.

"Alright! Everyone wake up! We gotta get some food in ya!" A man called out, his friends making loud noises with pots and pans.

The girl jolted backwards, along with all of the other captives.

It was nearly pitch black, the only light being a candle with a faint flame emitting the smallest bit of light.

One by one, the children were yanked to the side of the cage with a mysterious liquid shoved down their throats.

The girl laid on the cold metal floor, shivering with tears slipping down her face. Her face and throat ached from the abuse she received previously in the day, and she just wanted it to go away.

The pain... The cold... The horror of it all... Just make it go away.


The flashback struck her across with such force, the girl vomited everything in her stomach due to the horrible memories.

"S-Somebody..." She whispered, her breath uneven and her body trembling, "H-Help..."

A blinding light took over as a door opened up, allowing three men into the room. The girl's eyes adjusted soon enough for her to look around the room she was in.

Dozens of corpses soaked in a pool of blood surrounded her cage, the sight no less gruesome than the night she met that demon.

"This is our last one. We're on a tight schedule with this one, so we gotta be quick. Her bodyguard is unbelievable." The tallest man said, his face expressionless and voice monotone. It was clear these corpses were nothing new to him.

"Why couldn't we just get 'er first then? If she was such a bother, we shoulda just finished 'er off and lose the risk." The second man complained, smiling wickedly. He'd clearly lost his humanity long ago.

The third man stayed completely silent, his eyes sunken in and his face made it obvious that he was being forced to complete this task.

The girl backed up to the farthest corner of the cage, trembling violently. She tried to scream. Scream for help. Scream for her mother, her father, God, anybody. Nothing came out, though.

Her eyes became heavy and her mind went blank. Drool slipped down her chin and puddled onto the floor.

What was happening?

Her body fell to the floor as it became completely numb and her vision began to fade.

"Drugs are finally kicking in. That's why we took so long. It's easier to get them out of the cage when they're drugged up like this. She'll recover in twenty minutes flat. She got the smallest dosage possible." The tall man said in response to his accomplice.


Once she regained consciousness, she was already beaten half to death. The small girl sat on a stage, tied to a pole and lights flashed on her.

"...antomhive. We didn't really realize how important she was until we'd begun our orders. We decided with her father's amount of enemies, this would be the best use."

The hands flew up and a line quickly formed. Men and women wielding different weapons approached the girl and began swinging, punching, biting, you name it.

The people were stopped, due to the fact that the girl's body couldn't handle any more. "We won't be able to get you all today. She will heal up and you all can come back in a week." The tall man stated, money nearly spilling out of his pockets.

Grabbed by her matted and filthy hair, the girl was untied and taken back to the basement. She laid in the cage, staring into the darkness and moaning in pain.

Maybe it was time to give up. On that demon, on people, on everything.


After hours of agony, the poor girl finally drifted into a restless slumber. Pain and terrorizing dreams woke her in the night countless times.

Days past, and the only substance that was allowed to enter the girl's body was water.

"You get your master's leftover oatmeal every four days. We don't wanna spoil ya~" One of the men had told her, while shoving a tube down her throat for water.

That's how every substance entered her body. Through a tube that was shoved down her throat.

After every eating and feeding session, she would cough up a small amount of blood from her throat.

She had become a hollow shell of herself. Merely existing.


Once again, a man entered the room with a tube and a bowl of cold oatmeal. By this point, the girl would lay by the edge of the cage. She was too thin and too exhausted to move the distance.

Just as he was grabbed by his shirt, the man stopped. His face showed shock and he collapsed to the ground in the pool of blood and rotting bodies.

The girl was pulled into the arms of an unknown person who hesitated for a moment, "My... You're worse off than my Bassy warned me... Poor thing..."