Author's note: I realize that this is super short, but this chapter as a whole disgusts me. I do not condone rape or abuse, of anyone let alone kids.
Chapter 5: Shattered Pieces
A few months later, a boy was brought to the room of cages, a boy with silver hair. He told them that his name was Hope, and he was not given the years that Claire and Fang had been given: They took him there in 'the stable' on his second day, and he screamed. And screamed. And screamed some more, before being tossed back into his cage. He had cried for hours, and who could blame him? He could do nothing but lay on his side.
Fang and Claire tried weakly to console the boy, but to no avail. Silence took him, and he never said a word again, nor did he sob, nor cry. Silence was his defense, and it failed him completely. Fang tried to joke with the boy, even tried singing to him. He never acknowledged her, but when she sang to him, Claire could see the ghost of a smile on his face as he let her lull him to sleep.
The two girls watched his rape, noting how rough they were with him. More often than not, he returned to his cage with blood seeping into his jean shorts. He lasted just shy of a month before he bled out from his rectum.
The night they had dragged his corpse away, Fang had met Claire's eyes.
"They'll pay for that. And they'll wish they'd fucking killed us too. I don't know how, yet. But I'll get us out of here. I promise." Claire shivered at the venom in Fang's voice, but said nothing. The night passed in silence.
Over the following days, Fang seemed to withdraw into herself, her watchful eyes roaming over everything, hate and malice dripping into every action she committed. She was beaten one day for trying to rip out a client's throat with her teeth. Claire gave her the silence she wanted, and eventually she began to talk again. However, she seemed distracted, and awash with that bitter rage that never seemed to go away. Claire found she couldn't blame her.