Thank God for indoor plumbing at least that's what I use to say.
"I'm not going to the bathroom inside anymore!"
I let the dark haired mutant have it. I knew his name was Stabber because I had heard the Chameleon call him that. What an illiterate jackass he was, really the both of them were.
Stabber had a cut up face. I guess it had been cut up either that or he was born missing some of the flesh on his cheeks and forehead. I guess I can say he favored me.
Stabber yanks Rachael up from her chair by her arm so roughly it felt as if it might come out of the socket. He then tucks her arm tightly underneath his like a groom escorting his bride to the church's altar.
I can't say this was unusual because he was always rough with me.
"Where are you taking me?"
Rachael shifts all of her weight to her back foot and tries to root herself to the spot.
Stabber pulls her right along with little to no effort despite her struggle.
"You son of a bitch! Where are we going? I am not going any further with you!"
Stabber grunts then drops his fist over the top of Rachael's head. She sees stars dance before her eyes. It hurts so bad she has no choice but to move her feet. There was never any negotiation to be made with Stabber. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it and that was that. He wasn't patient or polite and he didn't like waiting for anything. He was just like a wild animal he was always so rough and aggressive.
Maybe he somehow favored Rachael out of all the girls. If he hadn't had such a thick cocky build Rachael would have contemplated fist fighting with him at the beginning. She knew just by looking at him that he could crush her small frame with just one blow. These men were mutated maniacs so there was no use in trying to fight back. Also they were so strong stronger than the average man. Rachael had been so scared at first. She had experienced rape before but by a normal man. Being raped by Stabber was a completely different horrifying experience. He wanted a baby from her they all wanted to breed to grow their numbers. Rachael was valuable to him he needed her to help him make a baby and that was all. The order of things was pretty clear as Rachael slinks along beside Stabber. She was barefoot so her toes had become practically fused together with dirt. Her fingernails had a thick layer of dirt underneath them also.
Being with Stabber was so humiliating and gross but those words were only the understatement of the month.
Stabber stops all of a sudden and pushes Rachael up against the dirt wall of the tunnel. He was known for being a spontaneous one. He was already hard as he lifts Rachael in the air until her legs rest around his waist. He has his penis out within seconds and thrusts up inside Rachael. He enjoyed pulling her hair during their times together and moaning in her ear. All of this made Rachael want to sock him in the mouth. She dreamed of kicking his ass all over the place for keeping her as a sex slave. This was how he got his rocks off, yanking Rachael's hair so hard at times it felt as if it would come out. He moves Rachael up and down by holding her by her hips. He grunts every time he pulls her down to the base of his penis. It was swollen and throbbing inside her as he climbed closer to orgasm. Rachael didn't come she never did. She went to a different place inside her head to distance herself from the act. She was good at doing this from her previous abuse. Stabber exhales in Rachael's ear as he comes filling her womb with his sperm. This was beyond torture but Rachael couldn't feel a thing as she remembered herself as a child. She could see her mother's loving face and smile. Her mother was a perfect lady that was always there to protect her until the day she died. Rachael begins to tear up. She missed her mother so.
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Another day in the life of me, I am trapped here this place is my prison and my tomb. I guess Chameleon was being nice by giving me food and stale water. It didn't do any good as far as I am concerned he is still using me. I hated myself for giving in and taking the food and water. I just wanted to claw my own eyes out.
I hate myself, I hate myself. I said it to myself over and over. Why was I really here? Everyone had bad things in their past so why was I suffering the most?
The smell of bile made me want to throw up. Chameleon had led me to a place different from the usual tunnels. I told him that I needed to use the bathroom. I usually just went in my panties. What was different? What had changed? Did I have a new respect for him or him for me? He had led me to this other dark place. The earth was soft here but it was still dark as hell so I couldn't tell where I was. Should I have made a run for it? I couldn't not with Scarlet and Rachael left behind. Maybe I could come back and get them. Who was I kidding I couldn't even save myself. Which direction would I run? Where would I hide? Who's to say Chameleon wouldn't just find me? He was good at that anyway. He was real good at finding me especially when I didn't want him too. Maybe it was long past time for me to accept my fate. I belonged to Chameleon now and I was his property. I can't save the others because I can't even save me. I am already gone and just realized it. My Christian I loved him so much but now he was so far away. Could I keep hope alive? Could I keep thinking that one day he would find me and rescue me from my prison, my slavery? I was going to get pregnant soon and that was the facts. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Then what, what would I do? I can't take care of a baby I'm scared. What if it's really deformed like the Chameleon? What would I do with it then? Did I have the nerve to kill it? It wasn't just a baby from him it would be a baby from me that I have carried for nine months. Would I have the nerve to kill it after that? My baby is an "it" and no longer a bundle of joy. I never pictured it like this. No matter how much the thought made me sick I had to think about it. This was going to happen if I wasn't rescued soon. As much as it made me sick to my stomach thinking about having the Chameleon's baby it was very probable now.
