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I glared at him as he opened the cell door. His movements were quick and stealthy, almost like a cat's.
I cringed back into the corner, as far as the chain would let me. I covered my hands to my face and let sadness take over me. No tears came again; I was dehydrated.
I felt a strong hand grab my arm and was jerked upward. It let me go; only making me fall back down on my butt again. I let out a wail; I wanted to go home with Alice, and see Jake and my parents again.
His laughter was melodic, yet maniac. "Get off your lazy ass. You have a job to do." He spat.
I whimpered as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back up on my feet. He bent down to unlock the shackle on my ankle and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me out of the cell.
He explained what I had to do on the way, but I wasn't listening. I would never listen to him; no matter how sexy he was. I was also too busy looking for Alice to notice he had stopped talking. Then I felt something hard slap my cheek.
He pulled my face directly to his. "You listen to me. Got it?" He growled.
I glared at him. How dare he touch me like that?!
Another hard slap hit my face; it felt like steel. I gripped my cheek to stop the pain, but to no avail. The pain rushed to my nerve endings. It stung, and I let out a dry, throaty scream.
"Don't push me." He growled again.
This time I listened to him; what with his mind tricks and the ability to know if I was listening or not. And his hand really hurt.
"You work sixteen hours, from five 'til nine. If you are late, you will be chastised accordingly. If you are slow, you will receive a whipping. If you try to run away, you will be punished and irons will be placed around your ankles. You won't get very far in them. You are not allowed speak unless spoken to, and you may not talk to the other kids working here. You both will receive punishment. Last, and most importantly you will not beg or complain. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." I said politely. I really didn't want to be slapped again.
As we reached the end of the hallway, he reminded me of one more thing. "You are also not allowed outside, unless accompanied by one of us." He warned.
I gulped and nodded. "You will answer me." He growled.
"Yes sir." I answered.
"Good, now I will show you your work." He took me to upstairs, to a room filled with hundreds of kids or more. They all seemed around me and Alice's age. Some looked younger though. My heart filled with sadness; this was the new life I was being subjected to, and Alice had lived it for months.
I was brought to a section where I could work and showed how to operate the machine. Then he left.
I began working, afraid of what would happen to me if I didn't. There were guards bordering all edges of the room and more. In total, maybe twenty or more. They patrolled the aisles and watched us work.
The little boy next to me; he looked to be about nine or younger, was working on sewing the piece of cloth when a guard came up behind him and whipped him straight down the back. The thin shirt he was wearing, not doing anything to protect his back from the harsh weapon. The guard had black hair, and crazed eyes. He was enjoying every minute of torturing this little boy.
I rushed my work, earning myself a huge wound on my forefinger. The needle tore right through. I held onto my screams for dear life, but one escaped me.
Suddenly the guard turned over to look at me. He noticed my bleeding finger and smiled. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, are you slow too, little girl? Are you going to receive a whipping too?"
It was a rhetorical question. I was whipped three times on my back. Three hard slashes branded into me; painfully scarring me for life. My thin work dress was not enough to save me.
My back stung terribly but I continued working.
The hours passed slowly, but it was finally nine. The bronze haired demon returned to take me back to my cell. These were now my official "quarters," since everywhere else was full.
When I returned, my ankle was shackled again. There was a plate of bread and cup of water on the floor waiting for me. I was starving. I ate slowly though, savoring every last bite. When I finished, I licked my plate.
"You better enjoy it too, because you only get fed once a day."
I glared up at him. He smirked. "Is that all you can do, is glare?"
I snarled and returned to licking my plate. "You have a feisty temper. It will be broken soon, like your sister's was."
I dropped the plate when he mentioned Alice, and looked up to meet his blood-red eyes. He chuckled. "She had quite the temper, like you, but she was more vocal about it."
He laughed again. "She was beat and whipped out of it. She tried to run, so she was shackled. Now she works in the boiler room."
My eyes held fire. The water rehydrated me and now tears of anger spilled out over the edges. "How could you." I mumbled out viciously.
"Such a fire in your eyes." He mused.
"How dare you!" I growled louder, which made him laugh even harder.
"I didn't." He finally answered. "Jasper did."
Who was Jasper?
"Jasper is my cousin."
"Have I ever seen him?" I asked stupidly.
"No, Jasper asked to work in the boiler room, so he could keep an eye on Alice." He winked.
"Where do you work?" I blurted out, before my hands slammed over my mouth.
He laughed. "I would've heard it in your thoughts anyway." He stated the obvious. I was worried about what he was going to do to me now.
He tapped his head again. My hands slid down my face slowly. "Oh, you're a mind reader?" It came out more of a question, but I didn't really want it to come out in the first place. First of all, I shouldn't be talking to strangers, or monsters especially, but it still applies. I just kept blurting out all these things I didn't want to say. Next thing I'd say I was planning an escape too.
Oops. Shouldn't have ever brought that up. I looked to him, horrified. Oh, he heard all right. He looked angry and then he composed himself again. "You were going to run away from me?" He asked blankly.
I didn't answer.
"Answer me!" He growled.
"I-I'm s-sorry." Too late, again; that same hand met my cheek full force.
"That tone will get you in trouble." He spoke mockingly, like he was testing me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but then decided against it, and closed it.
"Has anyone told you what happens after dinner?" He asked.
"No. Nobody talked to me."
He seemed to be considering this answer. Then he smiled at me. "Good. Then we'll get right to it then."
I was already on my butt when he got on his knees and got on the same level as me. I had no idea what he was going to do to me. I had already endured three whip marks on my back, a cut finger, a bruised cheek, and scratches from when I first arrived.
Then I remembered something horrible. My mom used to tell me and Alice all the time, but I never paid much attention to it. Now I understood full well what he was doing. He was going to rape me.
And I couldn't do anything about it. He was a hundred times stronger than me.
I backed all the way up into the wall. The shackle on my ankle cut into my skin, leaving a fresh new wound open to infection.
He was all the way on top of me, staring in to my eyes before leaning his head down to kiss me. His lips were so soft and smooth, and so evil and disgusting, yet so glorious, but also too rough.
I'd like to admit that I enjoyed it, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. This was wrong. It was all wrong. I shouldn't be here right now, especially not in this position right now, especially not with a monster.
His tongue barged into my mouth, forcing its way through. I gasped at this, giving him more access to my mouth, unintentionally.
He grunted as his tongue met mine. It swirled around mine, and I sat there, helplessly giving in to this demon.
He grabbed my hair roughly, forcing me to kiss him back and give him a reaction. I did, unwillingly, but I did.
I could feel my dress being ripped down the middle, and I was afraid of what was about to happen. My panties were torn off and I could hear other material being ripped off.
My eyes opened wide in shock as I felt something touch my core. It seemed satisfied, and then it plunged in. I screamed. The pain was insufferable. It reached and burned all my nerve endings. I screamed even louder.
Finally. I screamed. I got my vocal chords to cooperate with me this time and function like they should. It was a blood-curdling, ear-piercing scream.
Suddenly, it was muffled by his mouth covering mine. I could feel it thrusting in and out now. The tightness in my stomach was growing. All of a sudden, it twitched and a rush of liquid followed quickly behind it.
I felt an odd feeling and was lifted up in to heaven. I swear, if I wasn't in hell right now, I'd believe I actually was in heaven. It lasted only brief short seconds, but it was enough to get me out of this place. It got me feeling human and alive again.
"What is your name?" He sounded perfectly articulate, like nothing had ever happened.
"Bella." I answered truthfully. Besides, I couldn't think of another name; any other name. I could barely even remember my own after that. My breaths came out labored, and I was afraid I might start hyperventilating any minute now.
He chuckled. "Any other person would have lied, but you're different. I like it." He mused.
I thought about this. So everyone lied about their name. Why did I have to be so stupid; so different.
Wait. Why was I doing this for him? I shouldn't, so I just closed my eyes and tried to think of happier times.
He pulled himself out of me eventually and left me there. I heard clothes shuffling and then the cell door close followed by the lock click.
I drifted off for a while, knowing all too well how real this was, and I'd be doing this every day. I heard his sultry voice down the hall singing:
"Ring around the rosy,
a pocketful of posies,
ashes, ashes,
we all fall down,
Ring around the rosy,
a pocketful of posies,
ashes, ashes,
we all fall down."
I would be forever haunted by that innocent nursery rhyme now. I'd only find it in my darkest of nightmares. So this is the beginning; never the end.
A/N: How is it? Too lemony for you? Well then, don't read! Simple as that. So, REVIEW!! If you liked, tell me! Should I continue? Or not? REVIEW!!!
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