This story is four years old! Wow! Also i cant believe the series ended one year ago...
Warnings: rape, torture, bullying
"Hey, honey...I know you're upset, but I can't understand you when you're crying...oh my god! No problem, I'll take you..."
Franny throws Lida a quizzical look and chews on her fingernails. She can't stop blaming herself for Lorna getting kidnapped; she should've watched her younger sister way more carefully and made sure she wasn't befriending shady strangers online. Lida appears to be just as distressed as Franny is.
"Well, shit!" Lida mutters something in Russian and sniffles while snapping her phone closed. She rubs her forehead and closes her eyes while sighing exasperatedly as she rakes her fingers through her chin-length blonde hair. "Fuck, this night is horrible."
"Yeah, no kiddin'! What happened, who were you talkin' to?"
"Tricia...she asked me to bring her to the hospital because Nicky was shot-"
"Jesus Christ and all that's holy! Is she gonna be okay?!" Franny asks frantically, hands over her mouth.
"Nobody knows yet, but keep her in your prayers."
"Of course I will."
With dread continuing to fill her entire being, Franny trails after Lida to the car. Thunder booms and lightning flashes, warning of an upcoming storm and matching the young women's moods. The bleak weather is perfect imagery of everything that's going on. Since Lorna was taken hostage, she's felt like this is all a nightmare. Franny's watching it happen to someone else, like an out-of-body experience. This whole situation is just getting worse and out of control. Even though Nicky isn't her sister like Lorna, she's gotten to know Lorna's best friend very well and feels protective over her, too. She can only imagine how devastated Tricia is at this moment-and Nicky isn't even dead yet. Franny gulps at the very thought.
Lida starts her vehicle and begins to drive them to Red's place as trees shake in the fierce, howling winds outside. She usually would play music, but this time, she doesn't. She hadn't on the way to the police station, either. Instead, they're both looking ahead at the dark road in somber silence as Lida grips the wheel. Raindrops spatter all over her windshield and she turns on the wipers. She speeds down the highway, makes sharp turns at each corner, and screeches to a stop in front of her almost mother-in-law's apartment complex.
Tightening their purple winter coats around them and putting their hoods up, they exit the vehicle and run up the stairs leading to where Tricia is. Lida rings the doorbell and they both bounce in place while they wait for her to answer and let them in. It doesn't take long before the girl swings open the door and they go inside. Tricia slams the door shut and zips up her pink puffy jacket. She's also wearing blue jeans, black rain boots, gray gloves, and a white beanie. There's evidence that Tricia had been crying, what with her reddened cheeks and puffy eyes.
"Oh, sweetie!" Lida breathes out as Tricia practically jumps into her arms. Lida squeezes her tightly and then kisses the top of her head.
"I'll be alright," Tricia responds in a raspy voice. "Come on, let's go!"
"Okay..." Franny says as she takes one of Tricia's hands and Lida grabs the other. She would normally not need their assistance in this way, but the stairs are slippery and too many bad things are happening at the moment. They don't want to take their chances.
"Cold, cold, cold..." Tricia mutters as they step back out into the frigid air.
Once they reach the ladies' car, they enter it and Lida brings them all to the hospital. They tell the frazzled receptionist about Nicky.
"Only family is allowed-"
"I'm her sister!" Tricia insists. "What room is she in? Please, I need to see her! You have to let me..."
"Seven-oh-seven."
"Thank you," they all say at the same time.
"Oh, fuck..." Nicky groans at the throbbing heat in her abdomen. She hadn't realized it before her surgery since she was out, but when she rolls over, she notices Daya in the cot next to hers. "You ever in so much intense pain that you wanna get high so you don't feel it?"
"Hell, yeah...these drugs they gave me are really keeping it down, though. It's duller, but before, I was shaking and passing out."
"Same here. Shit, what happened to you? Like where's your gunshot wound?"
Daya closes her eyes. "My thigh...thank you very much, Cesar. He broke into my friend Adeola's house with his pals and we had a gunfight."
"Jesus Christ..." Nicky sighs tiredly and it stings. "Ouch...hope you killed him on the way down or somethin'...like the hero does in the movies."
"Nah...Araceli got him, that's one of Adeola's girls. I made an attempt to shoot him, but failed miserably. Anyway, he's gone, along with the rest of his buddies, much to our relief." Daya manages a small smile. "How 'bout you?"
"Right in the abs." Nicky winces, just thinking about it. "Bullet felt like the flames of Hell, although I saw a bright, white light...kinda like the fluorescents here."
"Damn, that's ironic."
"Dude, I know. Shani and Franzi were right...I shoulda never brought my weapon," Nicky mumbles slowly as she stares up at the ceiling tiles.
"Now I'm curious...how did you get into this unfortunate situation?"
"Well-" Nicky trails off midsentence as the door opens and Shani rushes inside, quickly followed by Red and Tricia. They hug and kiss Nicky on her cheeks as best as they can. They wave at Daya and then turn back to Nicky.
Shani gently takes Nicky's face in her hands and presses her lips to Nicky's passionately and ever so softly. Nicky closes her eyes and smiles against Shani's slightly open mouth. She reaches up to play with her girlfriend's lustrous, curly hair while gazing deeply into her eyes with adoration. Then, they separate.
"Oh, you're alive! Baby, I thought you were gone for good!" Shani exclaims, clutching her heart. She squeezes Nicky's hands, her expression filled with relief.
Red strokes Nicky's hair and pecks her forehead. She pulls back, blinking away tears. "Thank heavens you're not!"
"I don't know what I'd do without my big sister..." Tricia snivels and wails on Nicky's shoulder. "I'd kick your dumb ass if you weren't already hurt! Don't be so stupid again!"
"Dunno if you can count on that, kid, but you don't gotta cry. I'm fine!" Nicky smiles at the younger blonde and chucks her chin. "Hey, stop it. I'm okay, I promise."
"Tell that to the big, gaping wound in your abdomen, silly girl," Red murmurs.
"It's covered with a bloody piece of gauze." Nicky clears her throat with a roll of her eyes. "To answer your question from earlier, Daya...and so the rest of you can know, too, uh...so, Shani and I were out on a double date with Poussey and Franziska while Alex was gonna hang out with this guy named Aydin, who claimed he was the older brother of her deceased girlfriend. Turns out he was a complete toothpick-chewing, knife-wielding, serial-killer-of-lesbians maniac, and I just so happened to have a gun with me on our outing in case we were to run into trouble. On the way there, I showed it to the girls, but everyone except Poussey told me not to even think about using it." Shani nods in confirmation, sniffling and rubbing her nose. "So, I get to the cemetery where Alex is, right...and she'd just fucking stabbed the asshole to death...but she didn't murder him completely, I guess, because when I was giving her a comforting hug...bang! With his last breath, he shot me with my own gun."
Everyone gasps. "Holy shit!" Daya comments.
"That pig fucker!" Red growls.
"I'll hate him forever," Shani puts in, just as angry. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart..."
Tricia wipes her eyes. "I am, too. I'm just glad he's six feet under now."
"Yep..."
"I love you as a best friend, Nicky, but you're an idiot," Alex says from the doorway, grinning with her arms crossed over her chest. "A loveable one, of course, but still..."
Nicky smirks and flips her off. "Uh-huh, same goes for you, I mean, who the fuck goes off in the middle of nowhere with somebody they don't even know..."
"I knew him!" Alex protests. She bites her bottom lip and pushes her glasses to the top of her head. "I thought I did...like how was I supposed to be aware that Sylvie had a crazy ex? She never told me."
"Speaking of loco ex-novios," Daya murmurs. "Gloria's just been captured by hers, along with my mom, your mom, Alex, and a whole bunch of our group...Blanca, Flaritza, Alison, Lorna, and Lourdes."
Nicky's jaw drops and her heart stills. "Oh, no! That's awful, I hope the cops find them soon..."
"Charles told me via voicemail before I found out about who Aydin really was," Alex tells Daya sadly.
"My god..." Red frowns and shakes her head.
"This evening is incredibly sad," Shani chimes in. "My girlfriend seriously injured, my close friends missing..."
"A total disaster," Tricia agrees.
"I just...I feel like I failed everyone because I would always win my fights on the streets," Nicky states disappointedly.
"You're not a failure, you're a survivor who was trying to rescue her friend," Red assures her gently. "I felt the same way when Piscatella went on a shooting rampage when he and I had just started working at Martin Van Buren High. He held me and a girl-Carrie Black, I think her name was, hostage because we dared to try to defend ourselves, but Freida wielded him off and called the cops...Carrie became Boo, you know her as Pennsatucky's foster mother. She quit that job and changed her appearance slightly, but I stayed there because I wanted to protect kids who attended the school in the future."
"Oh, wow..." they murmur, smiling up at Red. She beams, proud of herself, and it makes Nicky feel slightly more heroic.
"Ah, you smell so good..." Juarez hisses in Blanca's ear and sniffs her. She squirms away when he attempts to lick her neck, but since it's dark with the exception of the kidnappers' large flashlights, she trips over the small hole she's made so far. Juarez grabs her wrist before she hits the ground and a sharp, pained gasp escapes her lips. "Wouldn't want you to slip and fall...we need you out here."
Humps guffaws. "It's happened to her before."
"Oh yeah, it's a great story, wanna tell 'em? Your little Mexican jumping bean friend doesn't know, either." Stratman pokes Maritza, who's stomping on the shovel to dig it into the soil. It's becoming like mud with the showers pouring from the clouds.
Blanca hates being reminded of her horrendous past when she was bullied and tortured in school. Talking about it would make her cry and she doesn't want to do that in front of these assholes. "No, gracias," she mutters.
Litvack waves another guy over, one she doesn't know. "The cunt is misbehaving again, Herrmann."
Herrmann approaches and glares at Blanca. "I'll split your kneecap, bitch!" He grabs the shovel from her and raises it threateningly. "Just like I taught my son Natoli to do." Maritza gives her a panicked expression and Blanca's heart beats erratically. She backs away from the monster, eyeing his weapon.
"No, you don't gotta do that! She'll spill the deets...please don't hurt her, ¡por favor, no!" Maritza begs. In the moonlight, Blanca can see a tear escaping the corner of Maritza's eye.
Blanca nods begrudgingly. "Okay."
"Start with good ol' Joey Giordano inviting you to our remote cabin in the woods!" Humps commands her snidely.
"I promise it'll be fun, Briana," Joey says, resting his hand on the locker beside hers.
Blanca giggles shyly and tucks a tangled lock of hair behind her ears. "Actually, my name's Blanca, but that's okay. At least you don't call me a beast like all the others do."
"Why would I do that?" he asks, giving her a gleaming smile. "Maybe it could even be your first time...Blanca."
She blushes. "Oh...that would be...um, amazing! I've heard it's supposed to be..."
"It is! So, I'll see ya Friday at seven when I come to getcha?"
"Yep!"
Blanca's all smiles as she's getting ready for her date. She wears a yellow sundress, matching flats, minimal makeup, large gold hoops in her ears, and her hair in a bun accompanied by a white flower clip, so her curls don't look too messy. She squeals aloud when she sees Joey pulling up to the curb outside her window. He honks his horn and she grabs her purse as she prepares to leave.
"¡Que te diviertas!" Trina calls out from another room.
Have fun!
"¡Gracias, Mamí!"
"De nada," her mother is saying as Blanca closes the door behind her.
Seeing Joey sitting behind the wheel of a fancy black car and looking all handsome makes her even more excited. He lowers the window and beckons her forward. She practically runs to his vehicle and gets in the passenger's seat. "Hey, I'm so ecstatic about this!"
He chuckles when he glances at her. "Oh, me too."
"So, I've never done anything like this with a boy before...what should we do first? Uh, you wanna hug, hold hands...or is that too soon? I really don't want to scare you off."
"Well, I was just gonna play music and we'd both just listen to it on the way there." Joey turns on the radio at full blast and she dances in her seat to all the songs. She mouths the lyrics since singing along would be embarrassing. "You're seriously lip-synching?"
"Yeah!" Blanca asks. "Why, did you have a sudden urge to hear my voice? It's really bad, so I won't make you listen to me. I only sing when I'm taking a shower. Shocking...I know."
He shrugs and wrinkles his nose. "Everyone does it. Grooming yourself is important."
Blanca laughs awkwardly. "I agree...I dunno why people say I smell disgusting. They're just stupid...I shouldn't listen to 'em. What'll they think about you taking me here?"
Joey arrives at their destination and comes to a stop. "They'll live."
"You're not embarrassed to be seen with me?" she checks.
"Nah."
Beaming, she lets herself out and then he exits the car. He leads her to a yellow cottage in the middle of the forest. A beautiful lake is nearby, with the orange sun dipping behind the clouds just above the sparkling waters. She's mesmerized at the sight. "Oh, wow..."
"What, never seen a sunset before?" He guides her to the front door while smirking. "Come on!"
"No...I was just taking in the beauty of it. Never gets old..." She keeps looking over her shoulder as she steps inside. The foul scent of whiskey fills the air.
"We're not watching that."
"Not a romantic guy, hm?"
"I never said I wasn't...I'm just gonna get something from my car, sit on the couch and wait for me."
Blanca nods and does just that. "Okay."
"Obedient." He clicks his tongue. "I like that in a girl."
She giggles, thinking he's just teasing her. He's gone for a few minutes and she rests her elbows on her knees, twiddling her thumbs as she waits. She starts humming and tapping her feet to one of Selena Quintanilla's love songs while smiling happily.
"What the fuck are you doing here in our house, you goddamn shithead Raggedy-Ann spic?"
Blanca jumps sharply upon hearing Dixon's ferocious voice. "Ay dios mío," she whispers, holding herself. "Lo siento mucho...I didn't realize you lived here...why would Joey-"
"Shut up, animal! Speak English!" Stratman yells and drags her off the brown leather sofa. She wrestles away from him with a yelp and races to the front door, prepared to escape. Her hands are trembling and her grip on the knob isn't strong. She has to unlock it first.
Piscatella lumbers in and suddenly grabs her. She can't get out of his vice grasp and she's screaming and flailing her limbs as Humps enters the room and nearly tears her dress off. Stratman backhands her and her cheek stings so much. She's sure she'll have a bruise there. "Help me!" she wails as tears pool in her eyes. "Please, Joey, help meeeee!"
Her cries are unheard and then Piscatella twists the doorknob. He hurls her out and she lands hard on her hands and knees. At first, she's frozen with shock at the impact. Blanca groans and gets herself up after a moment. She limps toward a clearing in the woods where the sky is turning to a dark blue. Snickering, applause, and cheering ensue. The only ones who are quiet and solemn are Flaca, Daya, Lorna, and Alex. They appear as if they don't even want to be here with their leader.
"Did you have fun, you rotten teacher-fucking whore?" Piper taunts Blanca.
"Cállate, cabrona," Blanca mutters as she stiffly walks by the bitch and a bunch of other mean students pointing and guffawing at her. She gulps at them advancing on her. Joey cracks up while hi-fiving Brent Moxley and making out with Skinhead Helen at the same time. She's so embarrassed and her heart shatters into a million pieces like it's broken glass. Sniffling, she wipes her nose and wills herself not to look at all upset.
"What was that, chalupa?" Sankey asks snidely. "Mexi-cunt language?"
"Maybe you should go back there if you love talking in it so much," Brandy adds.
Someone shoves Blanca from behind and she stumbles forward. She turns to see Jennifer, another one of the Nazi sympathizers. She trips over Sankey's stuck-out foot and hits the ground again, this time, shrieking in pain.
"Eat dirt, bitch! You stink!" Joey hollers. There are several more rounds of cackling.
"Blanca the Beast! Blanca the Beast!" the terrible bullies keep chanting over and over as she breaks into gut-wrenching sobs. Now alone, scared, and cold, she covers her mouth and squeaks with anguish. She feels someone kick her. Parts of her hair have come loose from her fancy updo, her dress is torn and now ruined.
She'd never want to wear it again anyway.
"That was a horrible trick they played on you, Blanca...I'm so, so sorry," Maritza tells her sincerely, raising her voice over the animals' sniggering. "I swear, if Diablo were there, he would've ridden in on his unicorn and beaten all their asses to rescue his lil' sprite."
"I know...but we hadn't met at that time," Blanca murmurs softly as she brushes moisture off her cheeks. "Kinda good, though, 'cause that was the most embarrassing and traumatizing moment de mi vida."
of my life
"Alright, enough talking!" Juarez commands her. "Get back to work, slave. Now we all know how weak you are!"
Blanca grunts as she continues her labor. "I'm not...I'm-I'm tough."
"She's right!" Maritza pipes up.
"Joey let me in on a little secret," Humps starts creepily. "He likes virgins and wanted you once you got your makeover, Blanca." She shivers at this. "That's how I was about my Maritza!" He hisses as he stands closer to Maritza, so much so that she inches away from him and whimpers nervously.
In the dreary, dim room where the rest of the hostages are, someone turns on a light. They all squint at the brightness and then look up at the person who has just entered. She's blonde and has on the same exact clothes as Piper the night of her death-a purple sweater, gray jeans, and high-heeled black boots. It doesn't take Flaca too long to notice that the Hispanic girl is wearing a wig and blue colored contacts. The sight of her makes Flaca's already aching face hurt even more. Blood drips from Flaca's stuffy nose and it's hard for her to breathe.
"Maria?"
"I dunno who that is, but you need to call me Piper, because that's my name." Maria moves slowly toward them. "I have been told to send you all to your cells."
"The fuck are you talkin' about?!" Aleida demands. She jerks away from Maria as the girl begins setting her free.
Maria continues unlocking everyone else's chains and they stretch as they stand. "Follow me. If you try to escape, the gate outside will electrocute you, so don't bother."
Gloria scoffs, but she does as she's told, along with the others. "Oh, this is just perfect. Another one of your stupid-ass personalities! We got a thousand different versions of you!"
"There's only one, actually...I'm Piper Chapman. White, rich blondie with sparkling blue eyes like the ocean and sky combined. I love my life, it's absolutely perfect!"
"What about me? Ain't you lettin' me loose?" Lorna asks from above.
"No. There needs to be an even number and you got your own place."
"Lo siento," Flaca tells Lorna over her shoulder. She rolls her eyes at Maria and heads past her, joining up with Gloria. "Is this lame or what? She's pretending to be Piper to deliberately annoy us! We can't even kill her 'cause she ain't bein' dangerous right now and it wouldn't be self-defense!"
Gloria nods in agreement, hugging the itchy looking blanket around her.
"That's because I am her, my darling."
"Ugh! Stop it, Maria," Alison grumbles.
"My name is not Maria!" the bitch growls. "It's Piper. Pi-per," she repeats slowly. "Get it right, stupid." Maria ushers them into a room that looks like a cell block in a minimum-security prison, complete with bunk beds separated by walls. "Find your beds with your names on 'em. This is where they expect to find you. They'll be home shortly." With that, she locks the door behind them.
"That's too strange, even for Maria. It's one thing to be in on the kidnapping plot with a bunch of evil bastards, but another to change your whole goddamn identity to match a dead girl's, especially one she absolutely hated," Diane points out. She gazes around her cube and picks up a glass jar full of pink, yellow, and purple butterflies that are fluttering their wings inside their confined space. "Um...why did they give me these? Poor little babies are trapped..." She tries twisting the cover with tiny holes, but it doesn't budge. "They can breathe, but they can't fly away, much like us..."
"Maybe to remind you of your upsetting childhood? It seems like they're picking on each of our insecurities," Lourdes murmurs and picks up a piece of paper. "As her tía, you'll never be as good as Gloria's parents..." she reads off of it. She sinks onto her bed and Gloria joins her.
"Is that what you really believe about yourself?" Gloria wonders aloud. "Or are those monsters just assuming it?"
"Sometimes I think I've been a terrible guardian y tu mamá y papá would've done a much better job of raising you...the demons must hear me saying that in private," Lourdes admits.
"Oh, Tía, no, you're perfect...to me, you really are." Gloria smiles at her and gives her a hug. Lourdes quickly returns it. It hurts Flaca to look at Gloria's injuries, so she doesn't.
Aleida joins Diane in their cube and her eyes scan over a note on her pillow. "Jack raped you and Leon wasn't even there to come to your rescue. How small you must have felt...because you are, just as much as you're stupid," she mumbles. "Those motherfuckers are rubbing it in!"
"I'm really sorry that happened to you, Lei," Diane tells her genuinely.
"I am, too," Gloria adds and squeezes Aleida's hand in solidarity.
"Sí, yo también," Lourdes agrees.
Flaca and Alison nod in concurrence. Flaca casts her eyes downward as she and Alison go to their shared bunk. There's an empty one opposite from them; it must belong to Blanca and Maritza. The girls read the handwritten messages on sheets that must have been ripped out of a notebook.
Remember when your tío fucked you good and hard, snitch? He punished you in advance! The boys and I were proud of him.
A lump the size of a baseball grows in Flaca's throat at the excruciatingly painful reminder.
"Mine is about how I always need to wear my hijab."
"Well, yeah, it's part of you. Of course you'd be hella depressed when you don't have it on," Flaca sympathizes with Alison.
"It's like someone viciously tore off my clothes without my consent."
"I know how that feels," Flaca mumbles. Alison closes her eyes and leans back on her pillow with a heavy sigh. Flaca does the same since she's in severe agony and feeling feverish. She keeps her head elevated and closes her eyes while stripping to her bra and panties. Much better...
"Alright, let's have a contest of who can strip their little whore the fastest! Biff and I have got Flores," Juarez growls and she struggles against his grip on her upper arm. He snatches the shovel from her hands and throws it somewhere in the distance. Stratman sneers at her and licks his lips. She shivers and looks down at her feet. Her legs shake under her. She hates herself for not even trying to use the shovel as a weapon, but there's just too many monsters and not enough of her and Maritza. They're outnumbered.
"That's perfect, we'll take turns fucking Ramos!" Litvack declares and Humps grabs her, making her drop her shovel.
"No, no..." both girls murmur in trembling voices.
"Hold your bitch down while I hold mine," Humps directs Juarez, who nods. The animal who has Maritza in his clutches, roughly shoves her toward Litvack. She tries kneeing him in the balls, but Litvack is quicker than her and also a lot heavier and taller. Humps undoes his belt buckle as Litvack punches Maritza to the ground with a thump. She squeaks in heartbreaking terror and shields her face when the evil bastards stand over her. She makes an attempt to push herself up with her elbows, but Humps kicks her, making her roll over a few times.
Blanca claws at her captor's wrists with her free hand so she can try to save herself and Maritza, but this only makes Juarez even madder. He takes a fistful of her hair and yanks her downward, so she collapses on the dirt mound she'd dug up. She gasps in pain and starts trembling in fear as Juarez sits on her and holds her wrists together over her head. "No...no..."
"Oh, be quiet!" Stratman commands her as Maritza yelps. Humps winds his belt around his hand a few times and then strikes her again. The terrified shrieking coming from her friend is tearing Blanca's heart to shreds, and she's afraid for what's about to happen to her, too. Stratman rapidly pulls off his shirt and ties it around Blanca's wrists so she can't move them or try to fight back. She feels like she's losing blood circulation with how tightly it's wound. The sight of him half-naked makes her incredibly sick and she turns away.
Juarez grabs Blanca's chin, pressing his fingers into her jaw. He's probably leaving bruises and she gags when he closes his hand around her throat, squeezing. He forces a kiss on her quivering lips and she summons up the strength to bite his tongue hard. "You stupid bitch!" he hollers, wiping his mouth. "You're gonna pay for that!" He drives his fist into her face, making her choke on her own blood. Then, his knuckles ram into her cheek and part of her eye. It's searing, burning. She's having trouble getting some air with all his weight on her. Although he's not crushing her chest, she's unable to even sit up properly and the torture he's inflicting on her is making her breathe erratically along with her heartbeat.
He sucks on her throat roughly and bites down hard for the third time. Blanca is sure she has a hickey with blood running down her neck and shoulder. He stares at her with a scary glint in his eyes and skims his tongue over his teeth.
"Por favor, no..." she begs as he moves down and makes quick work of undoing the button on her jeans. He unzips them and the material scratches her legs as he pulls her pants down. Sticks poke her and she groans. "Oooowwww..." Sobs wrack her whole body. "Stop it...pares, pares..." Her panicked cries match Maritza's.
stop, stop...
Stratman starts masturbating in front of them, so she closes her eyes. She also does that so she won't have to see herself getting raped. She can still feel every agonizing thing Juarez is doing to her. He tears open her shirt with a knife she knows he has, he rips off her bra, breaking the clasp on the back, scratches her as he strips her of her undies, and licks her clitoris a few times. She squirms uncomfortably a few times, feeling so dizzy. He holds her down and grips her thighs, his fingernails digging into her flesh. "Yeah, I'll get that pussy so wet you'll be begging for me to keep going, just like you do for Zuniga. You don't need your precious devil, just me."
"No...no..." Her soft begging falls on deaf ears as he continues flicking his cold tongue in and out of her most sensitive area. His gross hands go to her bare breasts and he twists her nipples so much that she thinks he'll actually pull them off.
A wailing scream escapes her and he slaps her across the face again. "I told you to shut up, god damn it!" He bashes her head into the cold Earth and she almost loses consciousness right then. "Don't you understand any English? I've always wanted you, and now I have you!" He rolls her over, leans on her, and keeps pushing his slimy penis into her butt. She'd never had anal before, although Diablo had wanted to try it. She knows he won't make her do it if she doesn't want to. She's surprised at how much it hurts. Of course it would with Juarez...maybe not with Diablo, though, he'd be so gentle.
This time, she's silent. She forces herself to slip into a reverie of her and Diablo so this won't hurt as badly. Juarez laughs cruelly, as do Humps, Litvack, and Stratman. Blanca is defenseless and she hates it so much. She's positive Maritza feels the exact same way.
Thinking about her soulmate usually brings her peace, but now she's in despair when he enters her mind. He must be really hurting, not knowing where she is, or if she's even still here. She imagines him punching her assaulter off of her and being her hero and then they'd both rescue Maritza, too. It's just a fantasy, though.
Unfortunately, this horror she's experiencing is her reality for the time being. She stares off into space while being violently sodomized and notices Maritza doing the same, with a dead look in her eyes as Humps slams into her from behind over and over again. The savages are whooping hysterically and then they turn it into a gang rape. She's amazed that neither she nor Maritza are dead yet, although she's starting to lose her fight. It's taking all her strength not to.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Blanca works hard on trying to free herself from her restraints, but it proves to be a challenge. However, she's not going to give up until she and Maritza finally have the upper hand.
"Will Blanca and Maritza be included in the festivities?" Gloria asks Arturo in a nervous whisper as he storms in with some of his cronies.
"No, they were extra cuntish tonight," he mutters. "They need to be punished, big time!"
"Oh..." Gloria murmurs bleakly. Them being kidnapped with her is bad enough, but she doesn't want to think about awful things their personal captors are most likely doing to them.
He hands her and Flaca one icepack each. "I don't need either of you bitches fainting or looking ugly and ruining things for me."
"Gracias," they say in unison and take it. Flaca holds her bag of ice to her nose while Gloria presses hers to every part of her body where it's swollen. She was starting to fall ill before, but the ice is nice and cool on her skin. This is what Arturo would always do; create one or more wounds on her person, but then apologize and patch her up, only so her lesions wouldn't show to the world outside their apartments.
"Don't piss me off next time," he says coldly. The creep stares at Flaca, only clad in her undergarments. "Chica caliente," he comments and wolf-whistles at her while fanning his face. The poor girl shudders in disgust. He spanks her bottom as he walks by her and Gloria sends her an apologetic look.
Hot girl
"Leave her alone," Gloria mutters in defense of Flaca. "Te vas a casar conmigo, ¿recuerdas?"
You're gonna marry me, remember?
"Sí, no seas celosa. I've got needs, just like you."
Yeah, don't be jealous.
Hellman drops a large black bag on the floor. "Here's all your clothes for the wedding. Get dressed and look fancy in the next twenty minutes."
"No funny business either!" Piscatella growls. "Piper is decorating the rest of the house except the basement, of course."
Aleida frowns and narrows her eyes into slits. "See, I thought her name was Maria," she snaps.
Dixon smirks. "It's not anymore. Now she's our little blonde pet, Piper Chapman, back from the dead."
"Now start changing!" Arturo orders them. He and the other men sit on the beds, forcing the women and girls to move.
Gloria and her fellow captives each have a large mirror opposite their cube. They run brushes through their messy hair, apply makeup, put on jewelry, and slip into their dresses.
"My face is so damaged..." Flaca mumbles, doing her best to cover her marks with concealer and blush.
"Mine, is too...plus my entire body is covered in bruises, welts, scars, and gashes," Gloria says miserably.
She's in a long, white, lacy gown that trails behind her while the rest of them except Lourdes, wear orange. Lourdes is in a white pantsuit as the officiator of the wedding. As Gloria coats her lips with dark red and her made-up eyes glance around at everyone she cares about, her body trembles a bit. She's not even sure her plan will work. She slips her rings over her fingers and slides her fingerless gloves on.
"Hola, mi novia, Señora Gloria Cazador," Arturo slurs drunkenly in her ear and she's startled when she sees him suddenly behind her in the mirror.
"¡Ay dios mío!" she nearly yelps.
He looks down at her with a snide expression on his disgusting, frightening face. "Let the ceremony commence, shall we?"
She nods slowly and holds back tears. "Sí."
He claps, making her jump. "Into the living room we go!"
She and her people follow him, Piscatella, Dixon, and Hellman with reluctance.
Arturo situates Gloria, Lourdes, Flaca, Alison, Diane, and Aleida where he wants them to be. Piscatella plays the wedding march on some radio and Flaca and Alison unsteadily walk down the makeshift aisle, holding bouquets of flowers and looking ghastly. Then, Gloria's maids of honor, Aleida and Diane, step a few feet behind them. Their faces are just as pale as the girls'; they could almost be mistaken as the undead.
Lourdes links arms with Gloria as she trails after them. She kisses Gloria's cheek and aunt and niece hug each other with all their might. "Buena suerte, nena, te amo," she whispers in Gloria's ear.
"Muchas gracias, Tía..." Gloria starts to choke up. She doesn't want to let Lourdes go, but she knows she has to.
The older woman brings Gloria closer to Arturo and goes around him to stand before the two. She clears her throat. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the holy union of Gloria and Arturo. If there is a-anyone who objects, um-"
"Cállate, idiota," Arturo snarls. "Now, I may kiss the bride!"
"Espera, what about vows?" Flaca asks. Gloria gives her a subtle, thankful smile for stalling this nonsense.
Arturo scoffs. "Fine. So, Gloria, you know we're meant to be together and all that. Blah, blah, blah. I expect you to be a good wife, to honor and obey me until one of us dies."
"I promise I will, Arturo...and I know you'll do the same for me," she lies.
Without warning, he rams his mouth into hers and pulls at her hair. She winces and tightens her fists that are at her sides. "Damn, you flinched almost right away. It makes me horny when you're scared of me."
She stares him down. "I'm really not."
"Boo!" he shouts in her face, but she wills herself to have no reaction. She falters back a step, but that's it. He just chuckles evilly.
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