Chapter 14
"Where is the God's Honest End?"
Rating: R for imagery
*****
"There are some men who see women as things, things to be used an abused, because we are less then them, we are less then human"
~"Annie Camdon" "7th Heaven"
*****
SECTOR TEN
MAX AND CINDY'S APARTMENT
Cree had cried herself out from her outburst. She now sat on the couch, clutching a pillow to her chest, and staring blankly off into space.
Max and Logan had re-joined Cree and Cindy in the living room. Both didn't say a word at what had transpired in Max's bedroom, focusing all their attention on the broken woman in front of them.
"Might help to talk bout it boo" Cindy broke the silence
Cree laughed dryly "It only makes me remember.."she drifted off, biting her bottom lip.
Her action reminded Logan of Max during moments when her hard shell could not contain her emotions any longer and she would bite savagely on her lip, trying to keep it all in and not loose her bad ass exterior.
"Least you'll have something out" Logan told her "It always hurts to remember, but that's how people heal"
"Wish I had your ideals Logan" Cree confessed "Instead of just a head full of demons"
"Put some of them to rest girl" Max said, looking at her from her seat on her coffee table "Talk to us, no one else will hear and no one's gonna condemn you"
Cree gave a long shaky sigh, silently agreeing with Max "I never had relations before-" she stumbled over this part. "I was 'pure' as my mother would put it." she laughed shakily "If she could see me now" she paused before continuing "I had this boyfriend, Jack" she looked at Max "same guy who tried to attack you. He was such a bad ass to me, and I liked that, felt so daring to cross the moral line and be with someone like that. Jack always told me what any fourteen-year-old wants to hear, that I was a hot number, and I was smart." she broke off. "I was suppose to go to this bar with Jade, that's my sister. It wasn't an alcohol dig, just a place to sing. Jack called me at the last minute, told me he wanted to see me. I agreed to meet the shit, and told Jade I'd see her there." she bit her lip again. "When I got there Jack was waiting, with flowers, and a gun that I didn't see until he shoved it in my face."
"Son-of-a-bitch" Cindy spoke aloud
This proclamation gave Cree the courage to continue, "He gave me the flowers first, and after I took them a pistol was in my face. I'll never forget his words to me" she paused before reciting what Jack said that night "Sorry I missed your birthday, but you're gonna make sure lots of men don't miss theirs" I didn't know what he meant. I was grabbed at by a bunch of guys, one of them knocked me out with some shit. When I woke up I was in this warehouse, along with all these other girls.
"I still didn't know what was going on, I was so naïve. Then this big burly man came over and slapped me, told me I was his 'bitch' and had some of the other girls take me in back. They took away all my clothes and gave me this skimpy skintight tube dress. They did my hair and makeup, I didn't even recognize myself when the finished. Then they gave me this plastic card with a string attached to it. Said that was my number, I was 34. Everyday we stood in this glass walled enclosure, as men picked among us. My first customer raped me right in front of everyone, it was a thing my pimp had. Wanted to witness my virginity being taken away so he could jack down my price, virgin's were worth more.
"This one girl had gotten pregnant by a customer whose condom broke. She didn't even know it until she started to show." Cree's voice became hard "My pimp had three guys take her on to get rid of the baby. He even kicked her in the stomach for ten minutes. She bled out for three days, and he told customers that she had herpes. When she finally stopped, he put her back in the line up." she worked her bottom lip again. "About a year after I was there, I noticed my period had stopped for almost three months, because I tried to use it as an excuse. My pimp beat me for lying, and left me in chains on the bed for a day. I knew I had gotten pregnant from someone, and I was scared of what would happen to me like the other girl. But it wasn't a problem anymore after a group of bikers came in, and we each had twelve men in three hours. I bled out all over this guy-I was glad in a way, what the hell would I do with a baby in a place like that? He beat me for messing up his damn leather jacket lying on the bed."
The room was eerily quiet as Cree told her horrible past to her newfound friends "The day I escaped, my pimp was talking with this customer, and I saw the door open through the saloon. So I ran like hell, I stole the shit's car, and drove. Went on for hours, and when night hit I found a Sector stop into Seattle, and that's the part of the story you know."
Max didn't know what to say to that, this girl had just pulled out her entire shitty past and laid it bare in front of them. Nothing would comfort her, or make her feel better. So Max did the only thing she could think of, she revealed some of her own past.
"When I was eight I was staying at this military school. Pulse hadn't happened yet, but the place was run more like a prison. My brother Zack and I were late for a combat class once, so the CO strapped me down and made him watch while they broke my arms-" she spoke in a steady voice for what she was describing and she hated Manticore for it, for making her hard like this.
/"Observe everything 599" the op ordered of Zack "You need to know how to set these when they break in combat" he tightened the clamp on Max's arm, and Zack could hear the crack of bone as it snapped in half, restraining himself from flinching at the pain on her face. The ops set the brakes and left her alone for the rest of the night. Zack snuck out of the barracks in the night, and stayed with her, trying to keep her mind of pain with the stories that Ben had all told them.
"Will they just kill me one day Zack?" Max looked at her brother with pained eyes "When I mess up one too many times?"
"We are too important Maxie" Zack reassured "The Cornel won't let us die." he also added "I won't let you die either"/
"After I healed the operators told me I had better learn the lesson from this if I didn't want it to be repeated" she didn't know it but she started to tremble ever so slightly from the emotion.
Logan sat up on the couch and squeezed her shoulder without a word, running it down the length of her arm until he found her hand.
Cree looked at Max "I'm sorry Max" her pain was great, but she had found someone who really knew what torture could be like.
"So am I" Max returned
*****
I saw this "World Vision" pledge thing on TV, and they told the story of this girl forced to work in a brothel, and how that first day this man raped her twice in the course of 24 hours. I had to write the next chapter after I saw that.
I will keep up hope that Dark Angel will find a home again from someone who doesn't drop the ball like FOX, or that FOX picks up the damn ball it let slip through their fingers. But in the mean time, I'll keep up all my stories, and continue to write more. Not going down that easily.
I am working to build a sexual slavery web site that will contain information on this malicious practice, including links to the sites I used to reference Cree's life in the brothel. I will post the URL in author notes when I complete this series. R/R please.
"Where is the God's Honest End?"
Rating: R for imagery
*****
"There are some men who see women as things, things to be used an abused, because we are less then them, we are less then human"
~"Annie Camdon" "7th Heaven"
*****
SECTOR TEN
MAX AND CINDY'S APARTMENT
Cree had cried herself out from her outburst. She now sat on the couch, clutching a pillow to her chest, and staring blankly off into space.
Max and Logan had re-joined Cree and Cindy in the living room. Both didn't say a word at what had transpired in Max's bedroom, focusing all their attention on the broken woman in front of them.
"Might help to talk bout it boo" Cindy broke the silence
Cree laughed dryly "It only makes me remember.."she drifted off, biting her bottom lip.
Her action reminded Logan of Max during moments when her hard shell could not contain her emotions any longer and she would bite savagely on her lip, trying to keep it all in and not loose her bad ass exterior.
"Least you'll have something out" Logan told her "It always hurts to remember, but that's how people heal"
"Wish I had your ideals Logan" Cree confessed "Instead of just a head full of demons"
"Put some of them to rest girl" Max said, looking at her from her seat on her coffee table "Talk to us, no one else will hear and no one's gonna condemn you"
Cree gave a long shaky sigh, silently agreeing with Max "I never had relations before-" she stumbled over this part. "I was 'pure' as my mother would put it." she laughed shakily "If she could see me now" she paused before continuing "I had this boyfriend, Jack" she looked at Max "same guy who tried to attack you. He was such a bad ass to me, and I liked that, felt so daring to cross the moral line and be with someone like that. Jack always told me what any fourteen-year-old wants to hear, that I was a hot number, and I was smart." she broke off. "I was suppose to go to this bar with Jade, that's my sister. It wasn't an alcohol dig, just a place to sing. Jack called me at the last minute, told me he wanted to see me. I agreed to meet the shit, and told Jade I'd see her there." she bit her lip again. "When I got there Jack was waiting, with flowers, and a gun that I didn't see until he shoved it in my face."
"Son-of-a-bitch" Cindy spoke aloud
This proclamation gave Cree the courage to continue, "He gave me the flowers first, and after I took them a pistol was in my face. I'll never forget his words to me" she paused before reciting what Jack said that night "Sorry I missed your birthday, but you're gonna make sure lots of men don't miss theirs" I didn't know what he meant. I was grabbed at by a bunch of guys, one of them knocked me out with some shit. When I woke up I was in this warehouse, along with all these other girls.
"I still didn't know what was going on, I was so naïve. Then this big burly man came over and slapped me, told me I was his 'bitch' and had some of the other girls take me in back. They took away all my clothes and gave me this skimpy skintight tube dress. They did my hair and makeup, I didn't even recognize myself when the finished. Then they gave me this plastic card with a string attached to it. Said that was my number, I was 34. Everyday we stood in this glass walled enclosure, as men picked among us. My first customer raped me right in front of everyone, it was a thing my pimp had. Wanted to witness my virginity being taken away so he could jack down my price, virgin's were worth more.
"This one girl had gotten pregnant by a customer whose condom broke. She didn't even know it until she started to show." Cree's voice became hard "My pimp had three guys take her on to get rid of the baby. He even kicked her in the stomach for ten minutes. She bled out for three days, and he told customers that she had herpes. When she finally stopped, he put her back in the line up." she worked her bottom lip again. "About a year after I was there, I noticed my period had stopped for almost three months, because I tried to use it as an excuse. My pimp beat me for lying, and left me in chains on the bed for a day. I knew I had gotten pregnant from someone, and I was scared of what would happen to me like the other girl. But it wasn't a problem anymore after a group of bikers came in, and we each had twelve men in three hours. I bled out all over this guy-I was glad in a way, what the hell would I do with a baby in a place like that? He beat me for messing up his damn leather jacket lying on the bed."
The room was eerily quiet as Cree told her horrible past to her newfound friends "The day I escaped, my pimp was talking with this customer, and I saw the door open through the saloon. So I ran like hell, I stole the shit's car, and drove. Went on for hours, and when night hit I found a Sector stop into Seattle, and that's the part of the story you know."
Max didn't know what to say to that, this girl had just pulled out her entire shitty past and laid it bare in front of them. Nothing would comfort her, or make her feel better. So Max did the only thing she could think of, she revealed some of her own past.
"When I was eight I was staying at this military school. Pulse hadn't happened yet, but the place was run more like a prison. My brother Zack and I were late for a combat class once, so the CO strapped me down and made him watch while they broke my arms-" she spoke in a steady voice for what she was describing and she hated Manticore for it, for making her hard like this.
/"Observe everything 599" the op ordered of Zack "You need to know how to set these when they break in combat" he tightened the clamp on Max's arm, and Zack could hear the crack of bone as it snapped in half, restraining himself from flinching at the pain on her face. The ops set the brakes and left her alone for the rest of the night. Zack snuck out of the barracks in the night, and stayed with her, trying to keep her mind of pain with the stories that Ben had all told them.
"Will they just kill me one day Zack?" Max looked at her brother with pained eyes "When I mess up one too many times?"
"We are too important Maxie" Zack reassured "The Cornel won't let us die." he also added "I won't let you die either"/
"After I healed the operators told me I had better learn the lesson from this if I didn't want it to be repeated" she didn't know it but she started to tremble ever so slightly from the emotion.
Logan sat up on the couch and squeezed her shoulder without a word, running it down the length of her arm until he found her hand.
Cree looked at Max "I'm sorry Max" her pain was great, but she had found someone who really knew what torture could be like.
"So am I" Max returned
*****
I saw this "World Vision" pledge thing on TV, and they told the story of this girl forced to work in a brothel, and how that first day this man raped her twice in the course of 24 hours. I had to write the next chapter after I saw that.
I will keep up hope that Dark Angel will find a home again from someone who doesn't drop the ball like FOX, or that FOX picks up the damn ball it let slip through their fingers. But in the mean time, I'll keep up all my stories, and continue to write more. Not going down that easily.
I am working to build a sexual slavery web site that will contain information on this malicious practice, including links to the sites I used to reference Cree's life in the brothel. I will post the URL in author notes when I complete this series. R/R please.