I am so sorry I haven't been updating! I have been SO SO SO very busy with my school musical next weekend. I haven't had any time to update. It doesn't help that I had almost all of this chapter done before it went and deleted itself.): I was so mad that I completely rewrote it, so I'm sorry that it's as dark as it is. I hope enjoy it nonetheless. Here's chapter three! As always, be read and review.(:
It had been a week since she was taken by the group of men. The somewhat nice men had turned into savage beasts. Her body was covered in dried up blood, and bruises of varying color and size littered her pale skin. She was hungry, tired, and cold. The men often came down to the basement to poke at her. They enjoyed calling her every foul name under the sun and tormenting her. Her shirt had been cut up and laid in pieces on the ground. Her pants were disgusting smelling, they hadn't untied her since they took her to the basement. She had been forced to relieve herself sitting there. The cold, wet pants just fueled Beth's determination to leave. She was exhausted. The men would often take turns coming down and leering at her. The manhandled her, telling her she was a disgusting whore who brought it upon herself. They never raped her though, much as she knew they wanted to. Beth had asked one of the less disgusting men while he was fondling her body. He was a particularly physical one, and was quite partial to hitting her when she wasn't compliant. When she asked him why he didn't just go through with rape he laughed in her face, his disgusting breath filling her nostrils.
"You're a special treat for the big man" He said, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "After he gets a piece of you, we can all do whatever we please."
Beth felt sick. Whoever this man was, Beth didn't want to find out. Lord only knows what she had to endure already wasn't bad enough. She tugged at her binds, tears threatening to escape. She had made herself stop crying quickly after she was captured. There was no point in fighting it now though, Beth knew what would happen to her. She tried to compose herself and hold her head up high.
"And when do I get to meet this 'Big man'?" She asked, hoping the fear in her mind wasn't showing in her face. If it was, the man didn't notice.
"You anxious to get some lil' lady?" He sneered at her. "Guess you are just a lil' whore. Should just take ya now, bet you'd like it. You'll meet him tonight so ya don't have to wait much longer." He glanced up at the staircase. "Actually, sooner rather than later."
He stood up from his squatted position and began untying her binds with a pocket knife. Beth was so weak from lack of movement that she couldn't even fight back. He forced her to stand up and after a few wobbly steps, Beth started walking next to the man. She hated having to lean on him for support, but there wasn't much else she could do. They started up the stairs together, and Beth's mind raced at a million miles per second. She didn't know what would happen to her, but she definitely didn't want to stay to find out.
Beth could hear the sobs of over girls as she walked down the dark hallway. The closed doors on either side of her let her know what these men really were. They sounded just as broken as she felt.
'I will not let myself become what those girls are' Beth thought to herself. Beth and the man entered a room at the end of the hallway. It was a fairly small room, with hundreds of candles. 'Could almost be romantic looking' Beth though bitterly. Maybe that was the point. The warmth from the burning candles did nothing to calm Beth's nerves. There were two armchairs on one side and a bed on the other. A shadowed figure sat on one of the chairs. The man that had brought her in suddenly pushed her completely in the room. He chuckled darkly.
"She's all yours boss, not much of a fighter, but I bet there's a lil' minx tryna crawl her way out." Beth could feel his breath on her ear and she tried not to shudder.
"Try not to have too much fun, I'll be waiting for you after he's finished." With that he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Beth was trapped in the dark room, completely frozen to the spot when she stood. She was unable to think or even breath.
The man sitting didn't say a word, just watched her. Beth couldn't make out his face from the shadows, but she assumed he was probably middle aged. Even sitting, he appeared to be huge. Even if she wasn't weak from the past week, he would easily be able to take advantage of Beth. He stood up from the armchair and took a step towards her. Beth found her voice as he approached her.
"What are you going to do to me?" She knew the answer, but she just wanted to prolong the inevitable.
He stopped moving and Beth got a good look at his face. He was once attractive, Beth could see that plain as day. He had one of those faces that you could easily trust. He smiled softly at her, his eyes cast downwards as if to feign innocence.
"I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. My names Bill. My companion Dan said your name was Maggie, correct?" His voice was warm and soft. If the situation was different, Beth would have thought him to be a kind man. But that was not the case now, and as much as Beth didn't want to think it, she knew what his intentions were.
"Yes. My name's Maggie. Why are you keeping me here? I had family before your men took me." She pushed the thought of her family away. She couldn't get chocked up the loss of her family. She knew Daryl was looking for her, and she had to get back to him, however impossible that seemed now.
The man chuckled softly before taking another step towards Beth. She countered by taking a step back. He wasn't going to lay a finger on her. She had dealt with enough crap already.
"Nobody's looking for you now. There's no way you would last out there on your own. We can protect you here. Doesn't that sound a lot nicer than being out on you own?"
"Your men aren't exactly the friendliest. I heard girls crying when I came in here. I'm not going to become one of them." The words came out of her mouth before she could bite her tongue. She was surprised by the determination in her voice. "How can I know you'll protect me when this past week I've been beaten and practically tortured?" Her voice wavered slightly but she continued anyways. "I may just seem like a dead girl to you, but I am strong and I will not let you break me like you have with those girls."
Bill frowned, surprised by the frail looking girl's determination to live. She looked like she would break in half in you touched her too forcefully. He would enjoy breaking her will to live. A man has his needs and the spunk this girl contained would do well to quench his thirst.
"I just want you to stay with me for a little bit. If you really want to leave then you can. But all I ask is one little thing. It's only fair. Now I'm a man, and I often have an itchin for a nice lookin piece of tail. And you, my dear, are just what I need. Lie with me just once, and I'll let you go. It's a fair trade I think."
Beth couldn't believe her ears. The idea of freedom made her nearly jump with joy. But of course, it wasn't that simple. He wanted to sleep with her, steal her virginity, make her just as dirty as he was. Beth's breath caught in her throat, she knew he wasn't going to let her go without a fight. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she took a step towards Bill.
He smiled, thinking he had won. She wasn't going to leave anytime soon. Bill's rough hand grasped her bruised cheek, and his other hand slid down to her hip. His face came right up to hers, he got a look at her up-close. She reminded him of a frail bird, so beautiful, yet so defenseless. His lips crashed down on hers, she tasted of rusty blood and vanilla. His men had roughed her up quite a bit. He knew how badly they wanted a piece of her. All the other girls were limp and used past their expiration date. The men loved fresh meat, and this new girl was just what they yearned for. She barely reacted to his moving lips and Bill frowned. He was going to enjoy taking her. Both of his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His erection was painful, but he wanted her to reciprocate before he took her. The other sluts often thought it they responded enthusiastically he would be more willing to let them go. Oh how they were wrong. This bitch was a challenge, and Bill enjoyed challenges. He moved down to her neck, suckling on her racing pulse. Her hands just laid limp at her side. Bill was getting frustrated with her. He squeezed her waist, digging his fingers into her.
"You're just teasing me, aren't ya? You stupid bitch." He pushed her against the wall, her head smashing into the wall,.
She groaned in pain, and her hands came up to his pants belt. Her fingers were shaking. She just wanted to get this done and other with. He continued to suck on her neck, occasionally biting. Beth felt dirty. As she began undoing her belt, her fingers brushed up against something hard. Her closed eyes opened and she fought the gasp that nearly came out. He still had his knife on him. This was her chance. Beth knew she had to distract him enough to grab the knife. She finished taking off his belt and pressed her body up against his, letting out a little moan. She felt him smile on her neck and she began stoking the bulge in his pants.
"I.. I don't have a lot of experience with this kind of stuff. I hope I do okay." She feigned embarrassment. His hands went to her hand on his bulge, making her rub a little bit harder. He went to unzip his pants, but Beth stopped him.
"No! I want too. I want this to feel good for you."
He chuckled darkly and went back to attacking her neck. Her hands shook as she continued stroking him with one hand. Her other hand slowly inched towards the knife. When her hand finally touched the knife she froze. Her hand that was on his bulge moved to tilt his face up to hers. She kissed him with a ferocity she didn't know she had. Both of his hands cupped her face and Beth took that moment to snatch the knife. Before he could react, she rammed the knife in his stomach.
He let out a gurgled yell, and Beth continued kissing him, trying to muffle the noises he made. She yanked it out and shoved it back in him. His legs buckled underneath him, and Beth shoved him on his back. All her anger and frustration at being helpless vanished as she stabbed him over and over again. Blood splattered her shirt and covered her hands. She finally shoved the knife into his head, making sure he would never return to hurt anyone else.
Beth slumped against the wall, exhausted and yet relieved. Bill's body laid a few feet away from her, the knife protruding from his head. Feeling both overjoyed and utterly broken, Beth put her face in her hands and wept for everything that had happened to her. She wept because she was alone. She wept because she had just taken a human life. She wept because she missed her father, her mother, her sister, her prison family. It wouldn't be long until one of the other men came into the room to find her, but until then, Beth would allow herself this moment. She knew it wouldn't be long, so she waited for them.
End of chapter 3