WARNING: There will be graphic scenes in this chapter. Skip it if you're triggered or just don't care for sexual violence.


They were in her cage.

Madeline was out of her mind with terror. And rage. And fear—and hatred—and a feeling that was so incredibly hopeless and helpless that she wasn't sure what exactly was keeping her upright. It was a familiar feeling of defeat. Subject to it most of her life, Mads was well versed on how to deal with it.

She was immobile with the drug they'd shot at her.

Her father had been a violent drunken bastard with random fits of sobriety. Most of her childhood had been spent either recovering from a beating or anticipating his next violent mood swing and trying to keep her baby sister out of his way. She'd been all of seven when her useless mother had overdosed on heroin. With her mom dead, her dad concentrated all his rage on Madeline. She'd had to become a thief and a liar just to keep her baby sister fed and clothed. Hopeless was a feeling that she'd been born with—she'd always plowed through though. Madeline had a baby sister to protect.

The same one they had used when they were testing the breeding drugs on her.

Then Eva got sicker. Too sick. Eva had always been sick but it always had been a static sickness. A manageable kind of sick they hadn't thought anything of. But then it got worse and worse day by day. Their father had given no shits. No one else did either. Helpless didn't even begin to describe the horrible twisting panicky uselessness she'd felt.

She couldn't move her limbs. No matter how much she pushed and raged and tried- she couldn't move from her prone position.

She had been twelve and Eva nine when the younger had sat down and mapped out a life for Madeline. Madeline was to graduate high school with straight A's just to prove everyone wrong. Dad constantly said she was stupid but Eva knew better—Madeline was to get straight A's and shove it in everyone's faces. Madeline would then get a job at a coffee shop while attending college. At college Mads was allowed to slack off at but not too much—she did have to graduate with honors, after all. Madeline was not allowed to become a doctor or an architect but everything else was free game. She was allowed to visit her gravestone once a year, preferably on Eva's birthday, and not a day more—Mads had to concentrate on living. She was allowed to marry but only if the man in question never touched a drop of alcohol and, most importantly, would never ever hurt Madeline in any way.

She lay on the hard concrete where she'd landed when the drug took over her system. Defenseless.

Three weeks after Eva planned a life without Eva in it, Madeline had come home to find her baby sister—her responsibility—the only person in the world she loved—the only person who loved her—cold and pale and dying in the tub. Eva had died in the hospital two days later. Madeline had been holding her hand. Madeline had been weak. Madeline had been stupid. Madeline had let the only person she loved die. Madeline had been useless.

Fucking helpless.

She couldn't even fight them. The years she'd spent learning self-defense were useless. She'd vowed to never be a victim again- never. She couldn't fight back. She was going to get raped and there was nothing she could do to help herself. She couldn't open her mouth to scream, kick out a leg to ward them off, or even fucking smack away their groping hands. Hot angry tears welled in her eyes and rolled down the side of her face as she watched the fuckers pull at her clothes. Blood was roaring in her ears and making it impossible to hear anything at all.

They would rape her.

Her shirt was up and over her head. Bruised Nuts- who, if her memory served, was actually named Sid, had yanked her bra off and was working on getting her pants off. The tight denim was making it difficult for him. "We shoulda done this when we brought her in the first time- she wouldn't have broke my arm and we'd of got some pussy." Broken Arm was groping her breasts and trying to untuck himself with his casted arm.

"I like when they fight- makes it hot." He finally got her jeans to her knees and ripped down her underwear. "'Sept this one's a wildcat- she's gonna feel it all though. Ain't ya bitch?" He socked her in the gut with a smirk. Madeline couldn't cover or tense in defense- all she could do was take the blow and try to breathe through the pain. "You're gonna feel every second of my cock ripping your cunt in half."

"Sid- we gotta be some kind of gentle. The Doc ain't gonna like if we rough her up too much- he really thinks this one'll hold up." Broken Arm shifted positions at her head. She could hear the sounds of a zipper going down and the rush of fabric as it fell down his legs and hit the ground. More tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision of Sid's smirking face. His eyes were fixed on hers as he shoved two fingers inside of her.

"Well, he ain't here, now is he? 'Sides it ain't like these animals are gonna treat her better. Have you seen their cocks- they're massive. She'll be too fuckin' loose and used to fuck properly. She's nice and tight right now. Can ya feel that, whore? This is what you're here for. To get fucked- and we're gonna get ours before these animals tear you apart." A toothy grin curled on his face as he shoved another finger inside of her. She couldn't even close her eyes. She could only watch as he violated her. Hot tears of impotent rage made tracks down her face as she imagined gutting him. "That's right, cry you fucking cunt."

"Hey, hey- open yer mouth." Broken Arm was at her head and smacking her face like she could or would obey his command. He grunted in frustration and there was more movement at her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see bits and pieces of him as he settled on her left side as close to her immobile head as he could get. "No bitin' little girl." His half-hard cock came into view above her and Madeline wanted to bite him- bite it off. Make him bleed and scream and hurt. She tried with all her might to move her arms or her head- fucking anything in defense. "I haven't gotten good head since that first bitch was alive."

As hard as she tried- nothing happened. The drugs they'd shot her full of kept her immobile.

He gripped her jaw and forced it open.

"If you don't get wet real quick, darlin', this is gonna hurt." Past Broken Arm she could see Sid pulling down his zipper one-handed while he continued to finger fuck her.

More tears spilled down her face as Broken Arm hovered closer. Sid got his dick out. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and hide from the coming hurt. Broken Arm suddenly pulled back and made a desperate gasping noise. Sid pumped his dick with his free hand and made sure she could see him do it.

"Sid! Fuck- Sid!" Broken Arm was half yelling but mostly choking. The sound of his desperation made Mads want to smile. "He's got me!"

Sid stilled all movement. His fingers stopped moving inside of her and his eyes focused to the left of her. A howl went up and a roar joined the noise. Sid bent and covered his ears, eyes still on- what she could only assume was Broken Arm randomly combusting from the inside out.

"Let him go." Sid let go of his dick and removed his fingers from inside of her. He slowly patted his bare legs, trying to find a holster that wasn't there. "Let him go while I'm bein' nice."

"You will remove yourself from the human female's cell and not return or I will kill him." 734's voice was a deep growling command. The sound of it sent a wave of relief through her system. It was probably a false sense of safety- but Jesus fucking Christ, did she need it.

"Sid-" Broken Arm kept gasping and gurgling like he was being choked. "He's gonna fuckin' kill me!"

The howling stopped and a rush of heavy footsteps thundered into the room.

"What the fuck is going on here- why the fuck are you two in her cell!?" Outrage made his voice loud and gravelly. Madeline couldn't see who the footsteps belonged to but she recognized the voice as belonging to the tall guard.

"He's got a hold of Scott- fucking shoot the beast before he kills him!" Sid didn't take his eyes off the duo above her head.

"You will remove yourself from her cage and you will not return. Only then will I release him." There was a promise in his voice. "I will kill him if you do not."

"Shoot it!" Sid all but screamed.

"Get the fuck out of her cell- what the fuck do you think you're doing in here? Moneith is going to have your asses."

"You're siding with the fucking animal?"

"No, you stupid fuck, I'm following orders. Get the fuck out of her cell or I'll fucking shoot you myself." There was a moment of tensed silent mutiny as Sid glanced down at her prone figure. His mouth tightened in rage as his eyes roamed over all of her naked flesh. "That's an order." The sound of a gun cocking had Madeline wanting to cry in relief. Maybe, just fucking maybe, she wouldn't get raped. "You have three seconds before I start shooting."

Sid growled, slapped her bare thigh, and moved quickly out of her line of sight.

"He's out! He's out!" More furious choking and gurgling happened to the left of her and Madeline hoped that he killed him. That 734 strangled all the life right out of the fucker. "Let me go!"

"Let him go, 734." The tall guard's voice was far less commanding this time. He even sounded a mite grudging.

"You will leave this cage and never return." Another growl sounded as desperate choking sounds got louder and more frantic. "If you return, I will kill you."

"Okay! Yes! I won't!"

Madeline heard a body hit the ground and then a scramble to their feet after a long moment. His feet hit the cement and sounded further and further away until her cage door clanged closed.

"Both of you report to the main office- you idiots are going to be on shit duty for weeks."

Two sets of boots stomped off. Only when she heard her cage door creak open did Madeline start to get scared again. The tall guard came into view, his dark face set in stone and his lips in a thin firm line. He looked at her with repulsion- not at all sexually like Sid and Scott. Which notched down her fear a bit- maybe he wasn't going to take up where they had left off. But then he settled at her feet and Madeline found she could make noises. Pathetic little sounds of protest she hated herself for.

His gaze met hers and he gave one shake of his head. "I'm not gonna rape you, Ms. Thorne. They should not have been in here." His shaking hands pulled her underwear back up her body and then he started to work on her jeans. "Fucking animals- worse than animals. Fucking scum." He was muttering now and jerking her jeans up and over her hips. When they were zipped and buttoned he picked up her now mangled bra and eyed it warily. "This is too broke to put back on ya." He flung it to the side and tracked down her shirt next.

The fact that he was not trying to rape her was... numbing. Madeline didn't know what she was feeling. Rage? Hysteria? Relief? She wanted to scream. She wanted to fight and hit and hurt them. She wanted to crawl into a dark hole and hide forever. She wanted to be hugged. She never wanted to be touched again. She wanted to be warm. God, did she want to be warm.

He appeared near her head again with her shirt. "The drugs will wear off soon enough." He maneuvered her arms into the holes and pulled it over her head. When he was close to her ear he leaned in so close she could feel his body heat. "You can survive." He breathed, almost inaudibly, in her ear. "Just for a little bit longer." Confusion swirled in her chest as he pulled her shirt down.

When he was done dressing her he sat back on his haunches and surveyed the cell.

"They will come back when you are not present. They will come back and rape her. They will hurt her more for my actions against them." Madeline wasn't cognisant enough to register what was being said- she only heard sounds that she knew were supposed to be words and could only stare straight forward. "They will damage her in retaliation."

"Yeah, no shit." His lips were tight with rage again and his voice was low. "There's not much I can do about that besides be on their asses twenty-four-seven."

"There is something you can do, human." The tall guard's head turned toward 734 and cocked to the side. "Put her in my cell. They will be less inclined to go through me to get to her. I will protect the small female from being harmed." Surprise slackened his features for a moment before his eyes narrowed in thought.

"Okay, let's do that."