Interlude 02
She couldn't remember. Who am I? Where am I?
Familiarity was slow in coming. It was her limbs she remembered first; how to move them, the flexing and curling of her fingers and toes, the bending of her knees and elbows. Everything else took longer.
She ached, an all-over body bruise. She felt like she'd been beaten with the business end of a baseball bat. Hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break any bones.
For a moment, she remembered a shouted, angry voice. It had come from only a few inches in front of her face. There was movement associated with that voice. Back and forth. Back and forth. Revulsion rose, and she forced the memory away.
"Hey, she's awake," a voice said. It was female, the tone soft but croaked with age.
She groaned and opened her eyes. Then wished she hadn't. She was in a room, lit only by a few narrow shafts of light from bordered up windows. It wasn't really enough to see by; she could make out shadowy forms of other people in the room with her, but little more. There were at least a dozen others, mostly women from the hushed tones and whimpers she could hear.
One of the forms approached her as she sat up, then suddenly wished she hadn't. Her ass hurt, and the muscles of her inner thighs ached abominably.
"You alright, dearie?" The form asked. It was the same soft tone. The woman crouched down next to her, and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched reflexively, and the hand was withdrawn. "Sorry. Name's Gerty. I guess they treated you rough, eh? Do you know where you are?"
She shrugged. "No."
Gerty sighed. "You poor thing. You're in the Falls, in one of the slave pens. I am sorry, dearie."
"But, how did I get here? I, I don't remember." That wasn't quite true, she told herself. She remembered being in a small room, hog tied next to her father, then men took him away and left her there. Everything was a little hazy after that. "My dad. Have you seen my dad?"
"No. Do you know if they brought him here too?"
"I, I don't... No, I..."
"That's okay. He's probably in the male pens. The Black Widow likes to keep the men and women folk separate, you see. What's your name, dearie?"
"Sonora."
Her voice froze in her throat. She remembered then. She remembered everything.
Leroy.
The rape.
Everything.
A/N: Review please!
