Author's Note: Chapter 4. Enjoy. Reviews are welcomed.
This chapter contains abuse.
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The air was stale and humid. Not a sound could be heard. Complete silence. Yet, Rose's head was pounding like a drum making her wince now and again. Slowly opening her eyes, she groaned. The wet warm ground below her was beginning to dampen her clothing. Pulling her knees to her chest she tried to ignore the piercing pain in her head.
After a moment, Rose became further conscious of her surroundings. Hands underneath her, she willed her arms to push her body from the ground. The first attempt left her in a heap on the floor. Again, she pushed and was able to lift her body into sitting position. Her body felt so weak and lethargic.
Looking around she saw that she was in what resembled a dungeon of some sort. There were no windows. With a closer look at the walls Rose was able to notice that she must be underground as the walls were made of the same rock as the canyon. The red rock stood on three sides of the room. To Rose's left was a wall made of metal bars, the typical bars it seemed in jail cells. One of many she has been in during her time with the Doctor.
Where was the Doctor? Was he okay?
Pushing a palm to her forehead, Rose took a deep shuddering breath as she remember the recent past events. A sob escaped her.
He left me. The thought echoed through her mind. It was her own fault though. She had said all those cruel things. But even then, Rose hadn't truly expected the Doctor to just walk away like he had. Didn't he know how much she lo..?
A door opened down the corridor. In came Cheese Head, as Rose had dubbed him due to his large bald yellow head, the Glauceyioan man that had drugged her. Being dragged on the ground behind him was a woman, unclothed, battered, and bleeding from various cuts.
Forgetting her own pain, Rose staggered to her feet. "What did you do to her!?"
Cheese Head ignored her as he pushed open the prison door and continued to drag the woman inside. He let her go onto the ground and gifted her with a swift kick to the side. Rose cringed from her spot and then jumped into action. With a cry of frustration Rose threw herself in a fury at the man, kicking and clawing.
"Stop it! Don't you see she is already hurt? She isn't even putting up a fight," Rose howled at the behemoth.
Without so much as a wince in annoyance at her attack, the man's hand shot out to grip tightly around Rose's neck lifting her from the ground. Effectively cutting off her air.
Rose's hands shot up to claw at his wrist, her legs flinging back and forth to try and impede his grip. Her efforts proved fruitless as his chilling gaze met hers. With a flick of his wrist Rose was thrown to the wall behind the woman, her head hitting the wall with force. Rose let out a cry as the breath was pushed from her lungs. She would surely have bruises.
No second glance was given as Cheese Head turned his back to them and walked out of the cell. The slamming of the door made Rose crumpled on the ground, looked up from her dazed position. Taking a numerous gasping breaths in, Rose felt a pain crawl up her back.
It was the moan of the battered woman in front of her that helped Rose shake off her daze and pull herself together. She needed to help.
The woman was a humanoid, but clearly not human with her silvery skin. Slipping out of her pink fleece jacket, she draped it over the naked woman.
"Don't bother, human," the woman whispered. She began to move to sit up, Rose quickly moved to assist her. "I'm surprised he threw you as he did. You're so valuable to them. Won't do them any good for them to hurt you. They typically save that for the paying customer."
"Is that what happened to you?" Rose's voice demanded an answer.
"…Yes. As it will you. That is the nature of this place. It will do you well to accept it, makes things easier." The woman's surrender to the things around them made Rose want to weep.
"How long have you been here? Where ever here may be," Rose asked.
"Oh, I suppose years now. You are beneath the market near the Observatory," she answered in a monotone.
"How many of us are there?" Rose began to take in the room again. Perhaps she could scope out an escape, just in case things became too much for her to handle on her own. There was nothing.
"I've no idea. When I came, I came with two others. We were visiting, stopping by on our way to see the lights. We didn't even consider being taken. Becoming what we are now. Devices of pleasure for others."
"Where are they now? When we leave we can take them with us," Rose said as she reached for the woman's hand to offer comfort.
"They are gone. There is no leaving here…not alive at least," the woman answered morosely.
"I have this….friend, the Doctor. When he gets here he will get us out. What is your name?"
The woman shook her head sadly, gasping as the movement caused pain she grabbed her side. "It doesn't matter. We are all the same here, names mean nothing."
"You don't understand. I can get you home. If you want to get home, we can help."
The woman again shook her head and moved to curl into a ball. "You, human, are going to be sorely disappointed."
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The Doctor cursed under his breath as he pulled the wrong wire from underneath the Tardis console. Damn. His concentration just wasn't as it should be. Something in the back of his mind made him feel as though he should immediately check on Rose. The Tardis nudged at his mind.
"She can wait." He muttered in frustration running his fingers roughly through his hair.
What was he to do with her? He wanted to keep her by his side safe, forever. If that were possible…
The Doctor slammed his fist down on the ground beside him. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn't seem all that fascinated with Glauceyoperia at first. It was only that last day. What caused her to act in such a way?
Never mind all that, he would find out when he went back for her.
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Rose was being pulled behind a man she had never seen before. They had taken her clothing and given her material that reminded her of small dish towels to wrap around her chest and waist. She was honestly surprised they bothered covering her at all after seeing the state of the woman she had shared a cell with.
She was led into a room and left alone, the door closing behind her. All of the walls were red rock, as they were still underground. Rose was curious to know how they filtered air and began to take in the space around her. Metal air ducts lined the edge of the room she was in. She noted this and took in the rest of the area. A bed sat in the middle touching no walls. Candle holders were fixed to the rock walls and illuminated the room.
Rose's eyes looked over to the bed again. Her stomach rolled as her brain processed what was surely to come next. There was nothing to stare at but that sickening bed. It made her long for her bed safe at home in the Tardis. Nothing had been explained to her, but she was smart enough to figure this out.
The door opened, Cheese Head made his way in. There was no conversation as he grabbed her and threw her to the bed.
Rose's eyes could not mistake the bulge she noticed near his groin. She shuddered as she thought on it for a moment. No hesitation was required as she then flipped to the other side of the bed. He sneered at her, not pleased with the cat and mouse game she was playing.
Cheese head dove over the bed at her causing Rose to fall to the ground. Rose cried and kicked as he crawled on top of her. His weight easily leaving her immobile. A cry of fear escaped her lips as he left a bruising kiss on her neck and pushed at her coverings. Unwilling to be used in such a way, Rose lifted her knee into his groin with as much force capable in her current position.
His eyes widened with a growl on his lips. A fist then connected with Rose's temple. She gasped at the painful sensation and tried to maintain her vision. Dazed, she could only lay in paralyzed fright as his hand came up her leg to lay against her most intimate area.
Tears sprung to her eyes. No. Not this. She had thought she could control this situation. How stupid of her. How terribly naive of her. She should have explained to the Doctor. Told him her plan.
The invasion of her body made her cry out.
The door flung open. Rose could make out Ernen standing there.
"Get off of her!" He yelled
Oh, thank you. Rose wept as the man pulled his hand from her body and stood to leave the room.
"She isn't for you! Take her back to her cell."
"Yes, Sir," came Cheese Head's response.
Ernen was clearly much deeper in this than Rose had ever anticipated. She glared at him as she was carried off her to her cell. Once there, Cheese Head wasn't any gentler as he threw her to the ground in front of her cell. Kicking her roughly in the view of the other girls in the surrounding cells seemed to bring him pleasure.
Rose curled in on herself, trying to protect her body. A swift kick to her chest left her gasping and sputtering for breath as the clear sound of a rib cracking hit her ears. Unable to move in fear of continuing pain, Rose lay motionless as the beating continued.
Cheese Head then picked her up and threw her into the cell.
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The beatings and molestations repeated for the following days. Until finally, Rose awoke from her light and fitful sleep with a sense of hope. It had been three days, the Doctor would be coming soon. Veler would see to it.
Footsteps made Rose freeze and struggle to sit straight, clutching her side in pain. What came to stand at her cell door made her stop breathing in fear and disbelief. There, in between Cheese Head and another man, was a very battered, and much abused Veler.
"Veler…" Rose's voice whimpered.
There was a look of satisfaction in Cheese Head's eyes as he lifted, what Rose could only comprehend as, a gun to Veler's head. There wasn't time to interfere. Veler's life was abruptly ended right before Rose's eyes.
The second man dragged Veler's body away. Rose tried desperately to gasp for breath as she choked on her tears and sobs. This was her fault. She had asked Veler for her assistance. And now, Veler was gone. Green blood stained the floor and bars.
What happened next sent a crushing blow to Rose's soul. Cheese Head grinned as he tossed a broken and mangled device to Rose's feet. She instantly recognized it for what it was, her phone. Reaching the ground, grimacing with the pain the movement caused, she retrieved the phone and hugged it to her chest.
The shaking and trembling began then. She was alone. The Doctor wouldn't know where to look. What was she to do now?