I should warn people before they read this that this chapter does have a rape in it, and that if you would like you could ignore it. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible so people can skip ahead. I apologise, I do not usually write these types of scenes in my stories, but I am trying to create torture.
From now I am changing the rating to M,as it was previously T. If people would like me to tone it down a bit, then please let me know. And the 'scene' isn't very detailed, but some people may not like it and want it out. That is ok but please let me know and i will change it as soon as possible.
She awoke to her own pain trembling through her. She sat up, feeling her cuts and bruises everywhere. She couldn't see – only a slight, faded light flitted under the door. She scrambled over to it, but it didn't cast anything onto her skin.
So she felt herself instead, starting from her head. She could feel cut marks all over her face from where her head kept hititng the floor. Dried blood cascaded down her cheek.
She could feel cuts all over her body. She prodded at her arms and legs, wincing as she felt the sores, touching the bruises.
The terrible thought was struck into her mind – that he'd be back. He had promised that she would wish she was dead – this was light work. He would turn much worse, until she was on her knees, unable to stand, too weak to move, praying for the final blow to put her out of her misery.
That's what he wanted, and she knew she would easily be reduced to that weeping mess. They were too strong for her to even try to resist.
She didn't know how long had passed. Her brain was muddy and clogged, stopping all scientific or even standard thoughts enteringher brain. She could only think of what lay ahead, what had been, or the current darkness.
No happy thoughts were left.
She tried to estimate the time, but even that was hard. Judging by the thin wafer of light, she guessed it was around 6 in the morning. It hard been dark when Brason had attacked; had she been unconcious a day and a half?
Amazingly, her bread and water was still in the corner. It was a miracle that Brason hadn't seen it – she knew the penalty for Naomi if he had. She managed to crawl over to it, stufifng the morsel of food into her mouth. She wondered whether the girl would be back.
She could see the left-over bandage. She wondered whether to begin using it, but thought it best to leave it. These were only minor injuries. She would need them for the broken arm or bullet wound in the days to come.
She huddled into the corner. She felt nothing. She felt weak. She felt as though she could just lie down, close her eyes and never open them again.
She remembered what Brason had said. "If you don't give up, I'll torture you; make you wish you were dead. I'll shoot you in the head and dump you down a well, just like that little girl. I will get what I want."
She sighed. Her fate was decided.
She couldn't think of any ways to escape. The only way was the door, but that had only been opened three times since she had been in here – to Brason, and to Naomi.
She might be able to sneak out past the girl, but Naomi had already put her life at risk by sending her food. She shuddered at her fate if Brason found out that she had let her out – it wouldn't be as severe as hers, but bad enough.
It was unkind to put her life in danger for help that she didn't expect to recieve.
And if she tried to sneak out past Brason...
She shivered, though there was no wind – at least, not inside the cell.
She heard the door creak open, and looked up. She expected Brason, coming back for another attack.
But it was another man, just as burly. She recognised him in the gloom as one of Brason's henchmen.
"Oh, it's you," she spat.
The man chuckled, a gravely laugh. "Don't be so unkind, missy."
He strolled into the cell. "Brason doesn't know I'm here, and I don't plan on tellin' 'im. I thought I'd get some of your pleasure for myself – he can't have all the fun."
Brennan could tell that he was wearing thick khaki shorts, and a white singlet top. She could also tell that a gun was hidden in his shorts.
"I still have your pants – I smell them each night before I go to bed. The smell is erotic – it turns me on."
Brennan shivered. She had a feeling that she knew what he was planning on doing.
"So, knowing that your pants are in the tent means that you aren't wearing any. If I recall, I ripped them off you when you tried to attack me. You really shouldn't have done that – I'm a nice man!"
Brennan tried not to laugh at his lies. But she was stunned, scared.
"And I see it's true." The door was still open, and his eyes ran down her legs, holding on the panties. "I should warn you that those, too, will be removed."
Brennan was trying to back against the wall, but to no avail. She was stuck. She moved towards the door, but the man saw what she was doing, and quickly shut it.
"We'll do this slowly," he whispered. "I want to enjoy it. Hopefully, you will too. Then maybe you won't hate me."
"I'll always hate you," she whispered, grinding her teeth together.
The man moved towards her. "By the way, my name's Bruce. That way, when you scream, you can say my name." He was whispering in her ear. She could feel his stubble grazing against the side of her face.
She was still on the ground. Bruce reached down to pull her up, to hold her against the wall, but a sharp rap on the door stopped him. He turned to face the entrance, and then turned back to Brennan.
"Ask who it is," he whispered.
"Wh-who is it?" she called, her voice weak and high, afraid it was Brason, coming to join his friend.
"It's Naomi."
Bruce growled. And then grinned.
"This could turn to my advantage," he said, his voice dripping with pleasure. Brennan winced at the disgusting tone. "Tell her to come in," he growled.
"Come in, Naomi."
The door creaked as it was unlocked. Suddenly Brennan felt the cold barrel of the gun against her head.
What?
Naomi took one look and saw Bruce holding a gun against Brennan's head. She was nervous, about to run.
Brennan tried to calm her down. "Naomi, it's fine. Just do what he says."
Bruce nodded. "You learn fast, missy. Here's how it's going to work. You do as I say, or your friend dies." Brennan wasn't sure who he was talking to.
She looked up and saw that Bruce was talking to Naomi. She saw the hungry look in his eyes. Naomi was a lot younger then Brennan, and probably, in Bruce's eyes, a lot more appealing. It was sickening.
"Come over here," Bruce called, trying to be kind. "It's alright. Look, I'll put my gun down, but you still have to do as I say, unerstand? Just remember, one wrong move-" his hands whipped around to hold Brennan's head. One twist and her neck would snap. "-and she dies."
"Naomi, I'm not worth this for. Run, let him kill me. I'm dead anyway."
Brennan saw that Naomi was tempted by the offer – Brennan looked like crap, cut marks everywhere. But she was a loyal girl.
"No, I'll do what you say," she whimpered.
"There's a good girl," Bruce said, his voice sickening. "Now, just shut the door behind you."
Naomi reached behind her and shut the metal door. Darkness enveloped the cell.
"Now, come over here, Naomi. There we go, right in front of me."
Brennan didn't think. "Please, Bruce, she's too young. Take me instead."
"I'll come back to you. But this one's younger, and fresh!"
Brennan could hear Naomi whimper.
"Are you a virgin, Naomi?"
"Yes," she squeked.
"Good. I'll show you what to do, then."
Only sounds ensued. Brennan tried to cover her ears, not wanting to hear the desperate pleas and cries. But the sounds flowed through her hands. She heard the zipper of a fly, the commands from Bruce.
"Come here, Naomi. On your knees. There you go," he whispered.
As the cell was small, every sound could be heard. She heard the wet, choked noises coming from only a few metres away. She heard Bruce grunting, muttering Naomi's name.
She heard Bruce commanding Naomi to stand up, to take off her garments. She looked away, not even wanting to see an outline of what was happening, but nothing could stop the noises. She began to hum inside her head, to distract herself, do anything to stop the sounds.
But the groaning was getting worse. Bruce was grunting, a deep gutteral sound. Naomi was trying not to break, but her squeal echoed around the cell. Brennan curled into a ball, trying to block it all out.
She felt the wall shake as Bruce pushed Naomi back against the wall, not in fury, but caught in the middle of the frenzy. The dirt shook and toppled down onto her head, making her brush it off. Now that she had released her hands from her ears, the souns were so much louder, and she could hear the combined grunting, moaning, and heavy breathing.
She covered her ears once more. A few minutes later, she felt a kick in her side. She looked up. She could see the outline of Bruce. He was back in his clothes. She uncovered her ears.
"I'm spent," he said, "but I'll be back tomorrow. And don't mention this to Brason – our little secret. But before I leave, I just need to know – did that turn you on?"
She could hear him grin. And then his hands shoved roughly against her soft spot. He drew them back, sniffing.
"That'll help me sleep. Can't wait. Oh, and Brason said this was fun." Bruce swung his hand around, colliding with her jaw. She fell onto her side.
"Hey, that was fun!" he said. "I'll be back tomorrow." He walked out the door, hustling Naomi in front of him.
Brennan was scared. He had tortured her – made her watch him seduce a young, innocent girl. She wondered whether she should tell Brason, wondered if he would beat Bruce up.
But then Bruce would come back again, and make it even more hell.
She should never have come here.
All she could do was await Brason. At least she knew she had a day before Bruce's hell, but less for Brason's. His fists would continue to make indents on her skin, leaving their signature.
Soon her sores would double, more blood spilt.
All for the blood of young children who should never have died.
As i said, if you would like this chapter deleted, or changed, please tell me. But i didnt want brason jsut to come in, and this story be over in 4 chapters. I had to fill in time.
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