Standing like a Deer caught in head lights the cage door slowly opened, Ally was clueless as to what to do, she could not fight, she could not beg or run, she was trapped like a rat as the man whom wore a dark blue jacket, a fine red shirt and jeans with hair slicked back and sinister eyes stepped in towards her. A wicked grin plastered his face that just spelled evil sadistic bastard which made the young woman feel uncomfortable even more so to her unknown fate. Taking a step back was of no use, but somehow she had herself backed up in the corner of the cage with her back pressing into the cold steel bar rods behind her, her breath quickened and she didn't know why, why she was suddenly afraid of man that was slowly walking towards her with such simple confidence that it rolled off him just like the smell of Cuban cigars did.
The last thing she remembered was those very cold bars pressed into her back before her mind went blank, a traumatizing event that caused her own brain to flip the switch somewhere. Perhaps it was the significant amount of pain, the fear and stress that caused her body to override, to forget but when she came back to reality she was crouched in the corner of her cage. No one was around her, no one watching her, the man that came before her had mysteriously disappeared along with the others in yellow which she could only assume where his body guards of some sort. Her own messy blood trickled down the side of her arms and back, her shirt had been torn to pieces and was useless as it laid in a heap on the floor, only her black push up bra covered her chest as she shivered.
So much pain ached through her body as she sniffled, she was unable to comprehend what was really going on, but she knew the man had used a Cat o' Nine tail on her. A piece of leather really that was used on something else before being turned into a weapon with glass shards at the end. Each shard had dug deep into the back of her skin and she was afraid to look, afraid to touch, even shivering was too much as she gulped down looking at the messy ground that was now soaked in her own blood. The question of how much longer would she be here became a prominent question in her mind. She didn't care who she was sold to or what happened to her, all she wanted was to get out of here, to see the brief sunlight before she dies as she clutched her legs to her chest, the stretching of her skin on her back causing her to hiss as more blood slowly seeped out.
Between her sobs and cursing a few words breaking the silence of this forsaken place she was trapped in. "Fucking bastard, it's going to get infected, I'm going to fucking die." She sobbed over and over again, her words muttering into one another until she was no longer speaking English or any language of that matter.
Along the lines of muttering and none sense chatter to herself a man passed by dropping a slop of messy goo in a small aluminium foil in her cage. This man didn't stop; he dropped other similar looking stuff into other cages without saying a word or looking at anyone else as Ally shuffled forward on all fours grabbing the foil with the tip of her fingers as she brought it up to her face as she sniffed it. No doubt it was just a heap of slop mixture between sugar, water and god knows what else as screwed up her face in disgust. It's not like she was hungry anyway, the pain in her body was too much as she wrapped the foil up to conceal the food and shuffled back into her corner. Maybe if she got hungry enough she would eat it, but not right now. Heck she could barely tell if it was night or day time as she looked up to the tin roof, her best guess was she was in some kind of a warehouse, somewhere large enough and abandoned to house several other large metal cages and various other people, but the one thing that concerned Ally the most was that she was the only one here from the group she had arrived with and the only one that looked Caucasian.
No Amanda, no familiar faces, just these women that had tattoos on their arms, legs, heck sometimes faces. They all had similar features of dark tanned skin and jet black hair that was long and pulled back into a pony tail, some of them where very young, others a lot older, but none of them spoke, some of the younger ones would weep from time to time, but they averted their gaze from Ally never looking in her direction, never speaking in English but rather some riddled tongue. With a confused and exhausted mind and her body on the verge of breaking down Ally lowered her body down to the ground pressing her head against the heard cold cement; she knew how to survive in the wild but not in imprisonment. She knew how to fight but she was stuck here, locked away, all her senses where useless, all her knowledge of fighting would end up fatal if that man came back here again.
Cuddling up to herself with her arms wrapped around her shoulders and knees up to her chest, Ally tried her best to forget about everything, about her situation, the stress is was putting on her was too much and if she wanted to get out of here alive she needed to calm down and allow her body to rest. It was the only comfortable way of dealing with things as she soon fell into a deep sleep. It was hard not to, normally in any place that was strange to her and not home she would have such difficulty sleeping, but right now she had gone through a lot, her body was unable to function normally and who knows how long she had been awake for in a dark dingy place. Yet her body would not truly let her sleep, after a few hours she woke with the urge to use the bathroom as she stifled a yawn and looked around with tired bloodshot eyes.
Someone was walking around, their feet a heavy padding sound on the ground, the sound of metal chattering with each step told her that it was probably a man carrying a gun, and without a second guess that's just exactly what walked past. He was a lean looking man, had a bullet proof vest on, face covered in smeared paint and this yellow mask that covered his lower face but exposed his light brown eyes. He looked young, even the grip on his gun was loss as he carried an assault rifle that looked fairly new and unused. In fact he looked perfect for picking off and making a quick attempt at escaping this hell hole, but her mind was full of ideas and plans that her body disagreed with as she slowly rose to her feet and walked to the front of the cage.
Grasping the side of the bars she watched him before clearing her throat "Sir?" She put on her soft sweet tone as she leaned her head between the bars. "May I use the loo?" She looked up at him, he was like a giant up close as the man stopped and glared down at her.
She had never been an actress before but she did know how to use her body language as she shrugged and made a sad sorrowful looking face, her body was littered in yellow, blue and purple horrible looking bruises which had developed fast over the time she had been in here, she was a horrible mess. However the man didn't say or do anything just went about his way which shocked her. "What about a bucket at least?" She yelled out to him in a final attempt but he never looked back, he only kept walking on doing what she could assume was a routine check.
Nearby slaves looked in her direction with disgust, disapproval, their dark eyes held a horrible look to them that made Ally back away to return to her corner as she dropped down to the ground. She really needed to pee as she huffed silently to herself folding her arms over her chest. Heck she'd piss her pants if need be but it was too embarrassing with all these others around her and she felt nervous to pull her pants down and squat in the other corner as she would be utterly vulnerable. "Hey!" A voice cooed out softly causing Ally to look up in the direction of the nearest cage.
There was a woman, she looked over the age of 50 with wrinkles that lined her face, and she was standing waving her hand gesturing for Ally to come over to the side of the cage. Her head turned to look at the guard that was no longer in sight, before looking back in Ally's direction. "C'mon over here" She whispered as Ally slowly rose to her feet once more, she didn't know what to expect as she did so taking note to the woman's ratty clothing. She was wearing a pink top that was too small for her and these horrible short pants that really didn't suit her.
Reaching the side of the cage Ally leaned forward, she was too young, too confused to understand a single thing, but the horrible sensation of something hitting her back, causing her to yelp in pain told her that she had done something horribly wrong. Collapsing to the ground she shuddered as tears flew down her face as she let out a banshee like scream; her hand moved over to her aching and inflamed back until to retrieve a handful of faeces. She was going to die as her eyes lit up wide like an animal, she looked to the other side to see a younger woman, and she was jumping up and down and making a menacing face. Not only was the smell the worst part about it but the fact that they all began to laugh, there was no hope here.
"Go on say something; scream again I fucking dare you!" This strange young woman cursed in a hushed tone. Yet all Ally could do was fall to the ground in a heap of mess.
She was going to get a horrible infection in her back that would slowly and painfully kill her as she closed her eyes crying. She was done, like an animal she would lay down and let the predators pick her off, she knew there was no escape and depression was a lingering issue for her as it always has been and always will be as she knew where this was going. Yet to her surprise the sound of heavy boots slamming across the ground echoing through the warehouse made her look up as her cage was opened with a loud bang. The distinct sound of a man grumbled to the sight of her was obvious as she avoided eye contact immediately in fear of what was going to happen. Within a heartbeat the stranger grabbed her by the scruff of her hair, it was too dark to see his features, and her vision was blurred as he dragged her limp body across the ground causing the cement to scratch at her skin.
What was the point in trying anymore when you know you will die anyway? As she was continuously dragged across cement ground and then across what was a wooden board walk, she didn't much care to take in various scolding looks she was receiving, and she thought she was strong enough to survive this. At some point they exited the warehouse, it was night, too dark to see anything but Ally could hear the laughter of men all around, the smell of Tabaco and alcohol so strong that it made her want to gag. Heck this monster of a man even dragged her up the harsh cement steps and into a building, one where stacks of drugs where piled up into corners, weapon crates, medical packs, a slave was down on her knees crying her eyes out with a battered and swollen face, but none of the details seemed to matter as Ally's body fell to the wooden floor. She felt dead already as she looked at the horrible creamy and green painted wall paper, the sounds of rats scurrying across the floor made her wonder if they would eat her alive with how terrible she smelt. A soft set of footsteps echoed against the wooden floor boards as they approached, stopping a mere foot or two away from Ally's laying body.
"Get her cleaned up! I want her alive." A man barked a familiar ring to his African accented voice as she looked up with weak and tired eyes. It was the same man, the man that had beat her, cut her up. Why would he want her alive? He looked so neat and clean, his hair slicked back to one side, his dark tan skin so clean unlike the men around them, he looked like a rich wealthy pimp in a nutshell as she eyed him off. He didn't even dare to look in her direction as he seemed to walk off and up a flight of stairs to elsewhere, the sounds of soft instrumental music, classic of a sort playing through the building.
With a huff the man that had dragged her here was now picking her up and hoisted her over his shoulder with a single motion. "Clean her up he says, it's your job he says." This man seemed to mock as he walked off somewhere kicking a door open as they entered a room that smelt of all kinds of things, cologne was the first scent that hit her nostrils, the smell of smoke, probably pot, then came the hint of something feral, an animal like smell until they entered a dirty white tiled room where the man harshly tossed her to the ground. Ally only gasped in pain as she recognized a tiny shower room.
Turning the cold water on as it streamed down upon Ally, the man made some gruff remarks. "Look at this, human shit can you believe that? Fucking savages, Hoyt should have known better, but no wanted you separated." This man must have been American; he had that thick kind of accent as he started to strip off his filthy shirt. Ally didn't much care to look at him as she clutched the side of her arms and shivered.
"For FUCKS SAKE!" The man boomed all of a sudden as he approached, stepping into the shower drenching his camo pants as he grabbed Ally by the shoulders forcing her to stand up. "What! Did those savages get to you or something? Fucking use the hot water, use the fucking shampoo and clean yourself the fuck up!" He barked with pure rage before storming off.
Afraid, confused and completely in shock she watched him exit, his face was a blur to her, all she took in was that he was wearing a hat, had orange looking beard of sorts and blue eyes, ice blue to be more correct. Something seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it as she slowly turned on the hot water feeling the strange sensation of warmth on her fingertips. It wasn't long before she completely removed all her clothing and turned so that her back faced the shower head. It hurt like hell as she cried silently weeping to herself, but it would do as it removed majority of the faeces that must have landed on a small part of her back. It wasn't good enough though, Ally still felt dirty as she grabbed the shampoo and began to rub all over her body and her head, between her toes and even on her back as she hissed and cried even more, the pain was overwhelming but she had to, she had to keep washing and washing and washing.
Finally the door slammed open again, the man must have re-entered as he grabbed her by the side of her arm and forced her to turn around causing her to hit the tile wall. This was it he was going to rape her and probably murder her as she shuddered thinking of how cruel this all was, yet to her surprise the man yanked the shower head off the wall. It was one of those ones with a long hose designed to be removed from a small little metal piece that held it on the wall. The man began to hose her down, almost like an animal as he cleaned her back before forcing her back around to face him. He must have been rinsing her off as he grumbled words that she could not hear due to the force of the water running all down her face. By the time he was done he turned the water off and tossed a white dirty towel in her direction that smelt like mould.
"Dry yourself off and come out when you are ready, but don't fucking waste my time!" He barked leaving her once again stunned and confused. He didn't seem like a patient man as Ally began to rub all over herself until she felt close to being dry. Wrapping the towel around her body she ventured out of the shower cubical and into the bedroom.
It was darkly lit by a few candles, there was a single bed on the side of the wall with sheets that where messed up all over the place and a single dirty pillow. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed tapping one of his feet as he glared at her when she walked out. She immediately recognized him now that she had come back to reality a little bit. He was the man from before, the man that was on the boat and had shoved her here pretty much as she stopped in her tracks too afraid to move any further.
Raising a brow the man stood up and grabbed her by her wrists causing her to loosen her grip on the towel as he swung her around and pushing her onto the bed with her back facing up towards the ceiling. God she was done for, if he didn't rape her before he was going to now as she pushed her face into the mattress trying to hide her tears while he body trembled feeling his body weight against the mattress. He was sitting so close to her that she could only guess what was going to come next, but it never happened; in fact she jolted up screaming unable to control herself when she felt the horrible stinging sensation down her back.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" She yelled, tears welled in her eyes once more making it hard to see, despite how much she tried to dry her tears they would not stop as she kicked about. The Man grabbed her by her wrists and put handcuffs on her before shoving her face back down onto the bed. He pressed his knee into her neck to keep her still as he continued to pour what must have been some sort of disinfectant on her back, but it was unbearable as she kicked and screamed aimlessly thrashing her arms and legs about punching and kicking into the mattress. It was no use of course but she couldn't just lay there. After a few seconds the man removed his knee from her neck as she sat up straight panting and rubbing her eyes as best as she could.
"It needed to be done. Hoyt wants you alive so couldn't take the risk of you getting any sort of infections." The man said quietly to himself as he looked down drying his hands from her blood. Not once did he look at her as she sat up unsure of herself. "Don't worry I won't do anything, you'll be staying here for the night though. Boss doesn't want you back in there with them; he should have known better, mixing those savages with product is risky. They always have that stupid tribe ritual bullshit of executing outsiders you know." He continued to ramble on and at first Ally didn't understand why.
However it became quite obvious he was trying to get her to relax a bit as he looked up at her, his blue eyes a horrible reminder of being sold out and forced off that boat and into that horrible truck. "You know you killed a mate of mine right? Stupid bastards dead now because of you. Can't say he didn't deserve it but he was one of Hoyts best, your fucking lucky you're alive. Stabbed him right in the throat and of all things with his playing knife." He paused tossing the rag to the side and leaning back with his hands behind his head as he fell against the bed. "Let me guess you have no idea what's going on?" He continued to ramble on. "Well I'll put it simple for ya sweet cheeks, you got sold out, boom into slavery. Done and dusted. Normally you get sold off to Vaas but the Captain was a bit greedy, bargained a deal with some privateers and you guys ended up here. You should consider yourself lucky, a few of your friends got sent to Vaas' camp for Ransoming before being sold off you know? Hoyt wanted to teach you a little lesson though but I reckon he liked what he saw when you put up a bit of a fight, otherwise he would have sold you off to one of Vaas' pirates as a whore, heck probably let Vaas himself fuck you and kill you, and man that guy is insane he would kill you in a heartbeat if you pulled that shit on him." He went on rambling about things, people; none of it made sense as she brought her knees up to her chest and watched her.
"So I'll keep an eye on you and if you make it through the night." He paused turning his head to look at her. "You might just survive." Quickly he got up and exited the room locking it behind him as Ally sighed.
What was she meant to do, what was with all the information he was giving her? Who was Hoyt, Who was Vaas? What where pirates? Pirates only raid ships in the ocean right? They don't exist anymore do they? Laying her head against the horrible pillow and pulling the blankets up over her naked body she shifted through various questions, but nothing added up as she closed her eyes and drifted into a light sleep. She remembered hearing the door open, the sound of heavy boots and the sound of bottles clinking, but that was the only thing she could registered as she slipped into a deep sleep, one of which was no longer disturbed.
Come morning she was awoken by the strange man again as he tapped her awake with something horrible, wet and it seemed sticky. "Aaayyyyeee" He softly whispered in her ear causing Ally to jolt awake and scrambled to the side of the bed pressing her back against the wall and then hissing from the sudden sensation of the pain.
Amused the man laughed with delight waving a pancake that had been rolled up and dipped in golden syrup before taking a large hunk out of it. "C'mon" He mumbled speaking with a mouthful of food. He turned around and retrieved a plate with pancakes and a large amount of golden syrup all over them. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the plat which she took confused unsure of what to do. "Eat up; the cook around here only does these on Sundays so consider yourself lucky." He slurred his words before licking his fingers tips making sounds of delight.
To be honest Ally was starving as she dug into the delicious warm pancakes. It felt so good like as if she had not eaten these things in years as she sighed in relief taking mouthful after mouthful of the sugar filled food until her mouth was bursting full. The man only sat back and watched her as she finished off the pancakes before he stood up and stretched while Ally watched him cautiously. Why was he being so nice? It's not like that was his job right? She was wary of him and he could tell as he turned and looked at her.
"I got some clothes for you, you'll need them. Hoyt wants you moved to an outpost with a few others like yourself before being sold off. Think he wants to see you though, I don't know, just hurry up get dressed and let's go." He snorted his words trying to put on a tough act as he folded his arms over his chest and looked up at the ceiling mindlessly.
Gulping down the last bit of food in her mouth, Ally looked over to the pile of clothing, it wasn't much but it would do as she slipped on the horrible yellow coloured baggy shirt and mindlessly got to her feet and put on the lose jeans he had fetched. They would do, she didn't need undies or a bra. Just as long as she had something to cover up she didn't mind as she looked up at him ready to go as she slipped on the flip flop shoes that where a bit big for her little feet. Maybe she would find a way to escape, to fight, but her body still disagreed with her on that as she felt the od sensation of pain in her rib cage remembering she also had a badly damaged back now and a cracked rib.
"I know what you're thinking" The man said causing Ally to look up at him with surprise. "Escaping right? Maybe fighting your way out of this? " He raised a brow, but he was right. "Let me tell you this, if you do anything, and I mean anything like that, you will be shot dead. Hoyts compound has the best of the best and this place he's sending you off to is just as bad if not worse. So don't even think about it otherwise you will die." Without a second though he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along out the door and down a hallway where various rats scattered off to the side and some drunk men sat around.
It was at this point she realized he had removed the cuffs from her wrist; he must have done it while she was asleep as she looked down at her free hands. Thinking carefully about what he had said, Ally decided not to do anything stupid or reckless as she followed him out to a larger room and up a flight of stairs. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew that she wasn't going to get the chance to enjoy the sunlight that was flickering through the windows for very long.