Iggy pov

When I woke up, I felt empty inside. I could hardly move, each move causing sharp agonizing pain up my spine. I stayed still anyway though as much as possible, Monster lay behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and holding my back to his chest.

It was terrifying having him so close to me after he had brutally raped me like he did before, and I felt utterly broken.

I no longer wanted Fang. I was miserable, but my emotional pain was worse than the physical. Fang deserved better than me.

I had lost my virginity to a man by force. No one could want me after that, so I came to the conclusion that I would no longer fight against Monster and just cooperate.

It would save time and energy on both of our parts, and maybe he would even be a little kind to me.

I just wanted to know that after all that had happened, someone wanted me, even if it was the person who did this to me.

The even breathing behind me indicated that Monster was sleeping, which was good, because I needed to think and sort out my thoughts.

I couldn't love Fang anymore. He would hate knowing someone as dirty and worthless as me loved him and he would hate it more if he knew all that had happened.

The school didn't want me, so why would anyone else? I was a failure. I couldn't see, I couldn't endure as much pain as the others, and I was ugly.

At least I assumed I was ugly. I had been told that I had long spidery limbs, pale skin, milky blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair with several small freckles scattered across my nose.

I was ugly. So it must have been a miracle that Monster wanted me, even if it was just to hurt and rape me. I could deal with it just to know that someone wanted me with them.

If Fang ever decided to come save me, I assumed he would have seen me and find out what had happened, and turn around and go right back to the flock, making jokes to Max and the others how I finally got what I wanted.

I was never really as sexist and dirty minded as everyone thought. I just thought that if I acted like someone other than myself, they might like me better. It didn't work. Nothing I tried worked.

I was just not likable, I guess. But that's alright. At least someone wanted me and found me useful in some way.

As I shifted slightly in Monster's arms I took notice of all of my wounds. My stomach was still incredibly painful from the burn, but no longer my worst injury. My wings ached painfully and I could no longer move them, and lastly there were the obvious tears in my sensitive inner tissues between my legs.

Blood soaked the sheets around me from the painful tears, but I didn't do anything about it. I didn't care.

I felt overly disgusting. I was filthy inside and out, and no matter how hard I might try, I felt I could never get clean. I guess it's normal for rape victims to feel that way though.

I didn't care either way. I knew I was dirty and that I could not get clean, and that no matter how hard I tried, no one would ever find me desirable.

And the world would keep on turning, and Fang could be happy with Max, and everyone could be safe. And I would remain miserable.

It seemed fair enough.

And with those thoughts, I fell back asleep.

Sorry for the shorter chapter, It was just kind of a filler chapter. The next chapter will be longer. Please review! I like constructive criticism! Would anyone prefer me to be more graphic in the torture scenes, or is it ok right now? I don't wanna scare anyone off.