Chapter 9 The Pit
Month after month Chase and everyone else did everything they can to finding Cameron. Little did they know was that during those months, she was getting raped everyday.
The door slammed open and Cameron bolted from the room with her client right behind her. She screamed in fear as he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. She kicked nothing but air as he carried her back into the room and threw her on the bed. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he held her down and violently tore off the little clothing she had on. "No! Please no!" she cried as she kept fighting him.
"Stay still bitch!" he snapped as he suddenly shocked her. She screamed in agony as her body jolted and as soon as it was over he slammed himself into her and violently started raping her.
As soon as he was done he got dressed and angrily walked out of the room, muttering how he got ripped off. She just laid there on the bed with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Like the men before him, he was pissed that she fought him and she waited for Dean or Diane to come and punish her. She didn't care how many times she was beaten for misbehaving; she was going to keep fighting. Wiping away her tears, she slowly got up and got dressed. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this up. It's been months and all she's been doing is fighting against her sick captors and their customers. Sometimes she thought about giving up and being broken like Jackie and the other two girls but she couldn't bring herself to actually do it. Everytime she saw the other two girls or looked into Jackie's eyes, she saw hopelessness and the shell of the woman they used to be. She didn't want to end up like that and that's what kept her from giving in, to becoming broken. When she was dressed, she quickly put on Thirteen's leather jacket over her tank top just as the door opened and she braced herself for the yelling and beating but instead Jackie rushed in followed by an angry Diane. One look at Jackie's face and this wasn't good news.
"You stupid whore!" Diane yelled as she backhanded Cameron in the face. "That's the fifth customer this week that Dean had to give a refund to! Keep this up and you'll wish you just laid there and took it!" Cameron didn't even have the chance to say anything as Diane socked her hard in the eye. She stumbled to the floor just as shocks started radiating through her body making her scream out in anger and pain. Once the shocks had stopped, she looked up to see Diane's cruel smirk and had to keep herself from getting up and smacking it off. Diane didn't take her cruel gaze off of her as she spoke to Jackie.
"Get her ready and be downstairs in twenty minutes." She then knelt down and took a handful of Cameron's hair. She can feel Diane's anger and wished she were anywhere but here. "And you better be on your best behavior tonight," she threatened before getting up and leaving the room.
"Are you okay?" Jackie asked, rushing over to Cameron and helping her up.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she murmured half heartedly as Jackie examined her black eye. "Jackie, what was she talking about?" Jackie sighed as she pulled away and started taking out some fresh clothes from the dresser. She just couldn't look at Cameron's face when she told her where they were going.
"Look Allison, I know you've been through hell since you were brought here but you still haven't experienced the worse yet."
"Jackie, what's going on!" she exclaimed, all of a sudden feeling terrified and vulnerable. Jackie turned to face her but kept her gaze to the floor.
"Every few months Dean likes to take one or two girls to the pit."
"What's the pit?" Cameron asked, her voice shaking.
"It's a place where other pimps bring their girls to have sex. It's always a different building but they always have a lot of rooms. They'll drug us and clients will be assigned a room. We'll be restrained to the bed and we're powerless to do anything. We can get at least twenty or thirty men in one night. It doesn't end till five in the morning." At this point all the color drained from Cameron's face and she was shaking with fear. She didn't want to go to the pit. She wouldn't be able to handle it.
"No... I... I can't do this," she cried, already panicking.
"Allison, we have no choice," Jackie said softly, finally looking at her.
"I have to get out of here," she said, ignoring her as she ran to the door and started picking the lock with a bobby pin.
"Allison, what are you doing!"
"I'm getting out of here! I don't care if they beat me! I'm not going to the pit!"
"They'll do more than beat you, they'll torture you Allison! You know that!"
"I don't care! I'm getting out of here!"
Why won't she just stop fighting if she knows it'll only make things worse, Jackie angrily thought as she walked up to Cameron and pulled her away from the door. "Stop this! Stop fighting Allison! We're stuck here and help isn't going to come! Why can't you just accept that!"
"Because I don't want to end up like you and the others," she replied in a cool voice, trying to control her anger. How dare she tells me to give up! Jackie looked hurt and Cameron instantly felt guilty. "I can't stay here," she said calmly before turning back to the lock and managing to get it open. For once she was glad that House had made her break into patients houses when she use to work for him. Foreman had taught her well. Till now, she never thought that skill would come in handy. Without even a glance in Jackie's direction, she ran out.
"Allison, come back before you get caught," she heard Jackie say. She didn't even bother looking back as she ignored her and ran down the stairs and towards the front door but before she can even grab the door knob, electricity shot from her neck to the rest of her body. She screamed as they kept coming and she fell to the floor. She looked up to see Diane standing over her. Her face was contorted in anger as she took out a loaded syringe.
"Please, don't," she whispered weakly as the last shock left her body. But Diane only smirked as she jammed the needle into her neck. Diane's face instantly became blurry and her body rapidly became numb as she finally passed out.
Cameron later woke up in a dim room that was lit by candle light. The air was musty and the smell of sex and drugs were heavy. She tried getting up but her body was useless and she realized she was naked and tied to the bed. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Feeling terrified, silent tears started streaming down her cheeks when she suddenly heard Dean's voice. "I don't care what they do, just make sure they use protection. I don't want her catching an STD either." He stood by the door next to another man.
"Kind of risky bringing her here if she isn't fixed. You never bring your new girls here, why now?"
"She's costing me my money," he muttered bitterly. "She's a fighter, too feisty for own good and needs to be put in her place." The man chuckled as they left the room. She rolled her eyes at them and briefly wondered what they meant by fixed but she didn't have a chance to think about it when a tall man came into the room. She could barely see his face and she started to panic as he got on top her, practically crushing her with his weight. Her tears started to come down faster as he started groping her and kissing her face and neck. He turned her head for better access and that was when she saw her clothes on the floor in the corner of the room. As she lied there and had no choice but to take it, she kept her eyes on Thirteen's leather jacket.
She didn't know when she passed out or how many guys raped her. It was in the early hours of the morning when she woke up and she can feel the semen and blood all over her inner thighs and the pain was unbearable. She was relieved to see a blanket had been carelessly thrown over her. She was dizzy from the drugs but had the use of her body back. She desperately started struggling against the bounds but stopped when Diane entered the room. Her expression was full of anger as she instantly started untying Cameron's bounds and threw her clothes at her.
"Get dress!" Cameron sat up on the bed, holding the clothes. The blanket was still wrapped around her thin body. She'd lost weight over the past months.
"You're sick," she said as she got up and quickly started getting dressed. Diane glared at her. "What kind of sick person sends a woman to a place like this! What the hell is the matter with you! This is seriously twisted shit!" She was yelling at this point and didn't even have the chance to prepare herself for the slap in the face. She held her stinging cheek as Diane said in a low warning voice, "You need to shut up and do what you're told! You have no right to be talking like that! You're nothing but a dirty whore and you have the decency to try to escape yesterday and now you're talking out of line! You're on thin ice Cameron! And you're going to pay the minute we get home!"
"Fuck you; that place will never be my home," she said, her voice trembling with anger. Diane turned red with anger as she socked her hard in the gut, sending her to the floor. She whimpered in pain as she tried to breathe. With a cruel smile, Diane shocked her. Her body violently convulsed as she screamed in agony. Diane only laughed and she knelt down beside her once the shocks had stopped.
"Say fuck you one more time and you'll regret it. After all, you're only a fuck toy," she said coolly. Cameron glared at her with so much hatred but she held her tongue. She knew she crossed a line and will definitely pay for it.
"Are you sure this is the place," Chase asked Foreman the next night.
"Positive," he replied as he pulled over in front of a large white building and got out of the car. He had been doing a lot of research on the sex trade here in Jersey and managed to find out that this was one of the buildings where pimps brought their girls and he thought she would most likely be here. They walked in and were surprised to see that they had to wait in line for their assigned rooms.
"What kind of sick man comes to place like this," Chase whispered. Foreman shrugged, his eyes shining with disgust as they finally got their assigned rooms.
"Okay," said Foreman as they walked away from the men. "You search downstairs and I'll search upstairs. Meet me outside when you're done but whoever finds her takes her to the car right away and leave. The other can get a cab."
"Alright," Chase agreed.
Foreman walked through the halls, looking for any sign of Cameron. He looked into each room and was getting more disgusted by the minute. The air smelled of sex and drugs and women were tied to the beds, powerless to do anything as the men would come in and rape them. When he came to an empty room, he was about to pass it but stopped when something in the corner caught his eye. He slowly went in and picked up the leather jacket, thinking it looked so familiar. He searched the pockets for any type of identification but instead pulled out Thirteen's iPod.
She was here, he thought in shock. Images of her tied up and drugged flashed through his mind and he suddenly felt sick. He quietly rushed out, trying to hold it together. He suddenly felt claustrophobic and had to get out of there. He rushed out of the building and found Chase standing by the car looking disappointed but relieved. Foreman knew as much as Chase wanted to find Cameron, he didn't want to find her in this place.
"What's that?" Chase asked, looking at the jacket.
"This is Thirteen's jacket. Cameron was wearing it the night she was taken."
"How do you know if isn't just a jacket that looks like Thirteen's," he asked. Foreman pulled out the iPod from his jacket.
"Thirteen's iPod was in the pocket."
"Shit," Chase muttered as he realized they were too late. He turned and violently kicked at the parking meter in anger and fear. If only they had come sooner. "We missed her! She was in there getting... dammit!" Foreman looked away in disgust. That sentence didn't have to be finished for him to know what Chase meant.
"We need to find her," Chase's voice shook in anger.
"We will," Foreman said, stepping closer and putting his hand on his shoulder in attempt to calm him down.
"Take me to William," Chase demanded, anger and hate gleaming in his eyes.
Chase sat at a table in the prison William was in. On the other side of the glass wall, William came in and picked up the phone to talk. "Who are you?" he asked rudely. Chase looked at him with hatred.
"Allison Cameron's husband, remember her? She's the innocent girl you sold into prostitution."
"Ahh yes, she was fucking hot. Put up a good fight too," he smirked. Chase fumed at those words.
"Don't talk about her like that!" he snapped.
"Where did you take her?" William shrugged.
"Yeah, like I'm going to tell you," he scoffed. "I'm not risking my life because I snitched. They'll kill me before you even get her back."
"Fine, then just tell me the name of the person you sold her too and I won't tell anyone else or the police. I'll say I figured it out myself." William didn't say anything making Chase lose his patience. "How could you even live with yourself knowing you sent an innocent woman into a life of abuse and rape!" William only sneered.
"I don't feel guilty. I needed to save my own ass and giving away your wife was the only way to do it. I don't regret what I did and I'm not telling you anything."
Chase wanted to punch this guy in the face. He wanted to beat him till he gave him the answers he needed to finding Cameron but he kept his cool as he asked, "What do you mean you needed to save yourself. Are you telling me you used my wife as some sort of pawn?" William smirked and Chase decided he had enough. He angrily slammed the phone in the receiver and walked away.
Foreman walked into the differential office. Ever since the police had abandoned the case until any new leads were discovered, House, Chase, Cuddy, Wilson, and the team had been using the office to find Cameron. Flyers were scattered on the table and a huge map was hanged up on the wall where they tried to figure out where she could've been taken. Right now, Thirteen was the only one in there.
"She's still in the country," he said. Thirteen, who was on the phone with a detective, looked up at him in surprise and quickly ended her phone call.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"William told me about a place where pimps take girls to have sex every month," Foreman explained as he sat next to her. "It's called the pit. It's sick and twisted. The girls are tied up naked and drugged while they are being raped."
Thirteen looked at him speechless and he watched the different emotions playing on her face before she asked in a shaky voice, "Did you see her?"
"No, but I found this." He handed her the leather jacket. "Your iPod is in the pocket," he said quietly. Thirteen's eyes quickly filled with unshed tears as she took the jacket, holding it close as Foreman gently pulled her into his embrace.
