Chapter 14

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The chapter we all had been waiting for (me at the least).

Annabeth (Dark Chapter, not much and it's rated T, though I am trying to make it lighter. Also, I am writing this chapter after a long time, so please overlook some facts.)

Ouch, ouch, ouch and ouch.

The belt was slashing against my back. At first touch, it didn't hurt, but after a while it began to hurt like hell. It didn't help that they were hitting at almost the same place over and over.

But this time, I didn't cry out. I had become resistant to a certain extent.

I've become so numb, I can feel you...

"Cry, girlie, cry," they ordered me.

"Um...ouch," I said uncertainty.

In my young days, there were times I was taken and beaten; so much that they felt kind of okay, relaxing even. People cut, took drugs, smoked cigarettes, had $x, on their own free will. I, on the other hand, didn't have to, I was already enough punished.

But still it had been a long time since.

They paused for a moment, taken aback at my reaction. I could almost see the gears in their mind stopping.

But this time, this pause, gave me time to feel the pain. The burning, sizzling pain as if someone had dumped you on hot chilli powder or mixture.

And now genuine cries came out. I hissed in pain.

I looked up to see the men' face plastered with satisfaction. Dirty people.

My brain mocked me now, telling me I should have cried out earlier, should have faked tears, pretended that I was under intense pain; because the, maybe, they wouldn't tortured me so.

But instead I broke down now.

When I shouldn't have.

"Not so strong now are you?"

"I always knew you were weak. Girls are weak."

"What say boys, ready to have some fun?"

"Sure boss."

I knew what they wanted but I didn't know what triggered them. They were all so...almost good. I should never have asked for water.

Girls are weak, he had said. But they could take more blows than a man could and still stand.

And they didn't torture much. And don't harass people. I admit there are girls there but the boys are more.(A/N:no offense meant)

I felt like crying more.

I felt a hot body pressed against my lips and hands travelling down the length of my body.

Why, oh why and why?

I felt hands squeezing my breasts, hurting them. I shivered at the touch on my jeans, could hear the zipper unlock. Could feel a mouth there.

Feeling violated and disgusting, I prayed. To whoever may be listening?

I was helpless.

All I knew was how to suffer and all I got was hurt.

All I wanted to learn was how to fight back and that's all I never got.

The door flashed open.

"Leave her to me," a tall, muscular and strong man entered.

"But, sir, My Lord placed her under my control-" began the leader.

"And now has given me the opportunity. I will take good care of her."

"Yes sir," the four said miserably. One locked my zipper again and pushed me towards the savoir.

Looking at his face, I had to try hard not to smile.

Relief washed over me. Somebody had heard my prayers.

Because that face, the body was attached to was my –

A/N: long time no see huh?

I know, a cliffhanger. How awesome is that.

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Check out my other stories, Kidnapped and Bond.

Other news, my summer vacations started.

But I have a record. On the first day of every vacation, I get scolded. There's a full-on war going on b/w me and the family (especially my mom).

Even right now.

You may have noticed that now I have stopped going to too intense.