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Álvaro and I talked the rest of the night, he helped ease my mind and tended to the wound I couldn't reach. I felt pain randomly and turns out I ripped a stitch. I wasn't supposed to be doing any rough activity, but how could I have stopped something that was forced upon me? Luckily it wasn't too bad. Slight bleeding, nothing serious.

"Bastards," I could feel the anger growing inside of me. This is how it will be until I can make myself move on. I will be upset, ready to cry and then I will mentally smack myself and curse at whoever did wrong to me, to myself.

"Don't worry about them. As long as Vaas is gone, I will look out for you," I half smiled and sighed.

"What about when he returns? You can't protect me from him, or whoever he decides to sell me to. I'm glad you have my back here, but I'm going to be gone soon. I'll end up drugged up and fucked for money until I drop dead," he didn't say anything when I looked at him. It's because he knew. I know he knew that I was right and there wasn't anything he or I could do about it.

We heard the door crash open and Álvaro jumped to his feet to see who was here. I could hear in the distance that it was who I didn't expect it to be.

"Vaas, you're back? I thought you were returning tomorrow?" Álvaro asked, confused.

"Change of plans, where is she?" he asked, in an angry tone.

"In bed, resting. It's not bad, but a stitch ripped. I don't think we need the doc, it was bleeding a bit when I looked, but stopped after I cleaned it up," he explained.

"Alright, take off for the night, hermano" and with that I heard large footsteps coming towards the room. Álvaro left without saying goodbye, but I'd assume it's for the better. Now isn't the time to be upset over my pirate friend not saying goodbye to me.

I saw the familiar face that I seemingly began to miss. A bit of unexpected joy, a bit of safety painted over the worry I had felt. He stood at the foot of the bed and just stared at me. His face seemed soft, but I couldn't be too sure. He had a layer of sweat, glistening in the dim light of the room. There were traces of blood stained to his shirt and on his hands. When I looked to his hands, I could see it shine and knew it was fresh.

"Hi," my voice in a low rasp, waiting for what was to come next. He was an unpredictable gun; You pull the trigger and you either get a bullet or you get a small flag that reads "bang!" And If you're lucky, you get nothing.

"Did you enjoy your vacation, chica?" he snapped out of his gaze and I could see his normal expression return.

"I wouldn't call it a vacation," I laughed sarcastically, "and I'm still healing."

"Get up," he said. I gulped and slowly got up, I felt an unusual cold spot near my butt and my eyes widened as I looked to the bed.

"What the fuck, didn't he bandage your shit up?" Vaas' voice grew annoyed as he saw the small circle of blood on the bed.

My wound was bandaged, that's not where the blood came from.

"Um, uh, that's- that's not from my stitches," I began. He looked at me with pure anger in his eyes, "then where the fuck did it come from? Hm?"

"I lost track of time here, it's," I hesitated for a moment, "my period." The look on his face confused me. It lit up for just a second and he looked at me. He had a grin on his face that sent panic through my entire body.

"I heard some of my men tried to have fun with you, Gatita," and like that he was back to his normal self and my heart rate slowed. I played it through my head over and over after he said that until my eyes were blurry from tears filling them, but I snapped out of my daze and held them in.

"It's ok, it's ok. You see, Gatita, I skinned them alive," he laughed, "I don't like when people are disloyal to me. When they touch my fucking stuff."

"I'm not your stuff," I growled, knowing I shouldn't have said anything. It just made him laugh more.

"Are you really going to go there, chica?" he stopped laughing, "I fucking own you. You're my dog, my fucking bitch. And if you don't like that," he made a click in his mouth and motioned his hands like a gun.

"Fuck you, I'm not your bitch, or anyone else's bitch. I thought I was being sold-" he grabbed me by the throat and squeezed.

"Shut the fuck up!" his breath hit my face, he was only inches away.

"Hoyt and I, we came to an agreement. You're mine now. You will do as I say until I decide I'm bored with you."

My heart was pounding out of my chest and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'm not sure what would be worse, being sold or staying here with Vaas. Either way I'd end up unhappy and probably dead soon.

"Got it?" I tried to break from his hold, but I couldn't. The more I struggled, the tighter he got.

"Answer my fucking question!" he yelled into my face and I squeezed my eyes shut.

I swallowed hard and shook my head as best I could.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you," he said.

"Yes, yes I got it," I managed to get out. He loosened his grip but didn't let go. He grinned as he looked me in the eye. The same grin as before.

He lowered his head, "what are you doing?" and I felt him bite my neck. I screamed in pain and tried to get free but he had a firm hold of me in his arm now.

"Get off of me!" I still tried with all of my power to get out. He was licking and sucking the spot where he bit. That feeling of joy and safety melted in this instance. He made my fear return and this time it was worse, there was no one who could stop him.

He pushed me on the bed, repeating everything that happened earlier. He climbed on top of me and I could feel him growing into my hips as he put his lips to mine. I moved my head away and he forcefully held my face where he wanted. I locked my lips together as tightly as I could to leave his tongue pushing hard to get through. He lifted his torso and pulled my leggings down.

"Please! No!" I cried, literally with tears flowing like Niagara Falls. He stopped and I could see pain in his face for a moment. It looked as though he stopped to think, stopped to care.

"Please, don't do this," I was a pathetic mess underneath his heavy body. In the blink of an eye he grew angry and more violent. He finished pulling off the bottom half of my clothes and went straight to my shirt, which was his. He left it on, "I like you in my shirt, chica." He took his off and threw it behind him, revealing his muscular body.

"Fuck you!" I struggled, half-naked, face wet. He took out his machete and held it to my neck, "I will fucking kill you."

He continued to hold it there as he licked and nibbled at the skin of my stomach and hips. I just lay there, crying and helpless.

I felt a scratchy pain and pressure as he placed a finger inside and laughed. Although there was blood, it didn't feel like there was anything at all.

He lowered his head and I yelped as he bit down on the sensitive skin. He removed his finger and turned my entire body around so I was on my stomach, pulling me by my thighs, slightly off the edge of the bed.

I heard him remove his pants before he thrust roughly into me, giving no time to prepare.

This was it, it was happening again. Just like it happened years ago. Just like it almost happened earlier.

He bit and licked my neck and groaned into my ear as I lay motionless underneath him, taking what I get, whimpering every now and again as he brushed past my wound.

It felt like it went on forever, until it was finally over. I could feel it inside as he finished and pulled out, leaving me where I was. I heard the door slam shut and he was gone.

I laid there and just cried. I cried until I couldn't breathe. Eventually nothing at all came out. I didn't move, just lay, staring at the wall.

I felt weak, and I could barely keep my eyes open. My body felt lifeless but inside my head was exploding with thoughts.

Those thoughts slowed and changed to all types of things, merging into sleep.

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"I'm sorry, Gatita."

I wanted to answer this voice. I knew it was him, but I couldn't talk. I faded in and out of sleep, I couldn't tell what was reality or what was a dream.

I opened my eyes as I felt strong arms lift me up, but I closed them fast and fell back into darkness.

I opened my eyes and the sun was starting to rise. I could see the sky through the window and it was a dim pale blue.

I wasn't alone, there was someone next to me.

I smiled to myself, remembering the night before. Things could only get better from here.

I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around them and they groaned a little as they shuffled in their place.

I giggled, "you're funny, Jason," I whispered in his ear and closed my eyes to go back to sleep.

"Sorry to disappoint, Gatita, but I'm not Jason," I heard and my eyes flew open. I had my arms wrapped around Vaas. We were in the same bed.

I took my arms back and got up fast, my new fear for him taking over.

"Fucking relax, chica!" I nearly tripped over his boots but caught myself on the table that was there. I saw bags of white powder and used syringes scattered on top of it.

"Fucking relax? You fucking- you fucking raped me!" the memory flooded my brain and made me weak. I collapsed to the floor and tried to focus on the present.

"Blood makes me want to fuck. Don't act like you didn't love it," he laughed. I just gave him a look that said I wanted to hurt him really badly.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I noticed I had my pajamas on. I don't recall putting them on, in fact, I don't recall anything but laying. I went to the bathroom and noticed I didn't have any blood at all come out. Must've been a false alarm from stressing out.

When I was done I looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed at my appearance, being unhappy with it, but not really having much of a choice. My brown hair was in its natural state of slight waves, my eyes were grey and lifeless along with my skin that was flushed of color. The dark circles around my eyes made me look tired, and I was. Maybe not physically, but mentally.

You're not home anymore, you need to be strong. Don't let what happened make you look weak. I told myself while staring my reflection in the eyes. It was true, I had to try to get through this. Weakness gets you killed here.

Starting today, there was no crying or dwelling on the stuff that hurts. Easier said than done.