This chapter acts as the official second chapter to this Naruto/Fallout story and to also act as a late Christmas gift with the day barely being thirty minutes after Christmas. I wanted to say thank you for your support and that I have not given up on this story. I will try to update as well as fix any mistakes I made during this chapter and my previous one.
My main focus was just to focus on Cait a little longer before moving on to our Shadow Warrior.
Thank you and please review.
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'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!'
-Scrub!-
-Scratch!-
-Spsh.-
-Splash.-
For what seemed like an hour to Cait, the young Irish girl had been clawing furiously along her body - her long nails digging into her searing flesh as she tried her damndest to feel clean. She had a sponge in hand covered in foamy soap. It made her skin feel clean. It made her feel the hot water searing her flesh.
Only it didn't take away the foul feeling sense of ick deep down inside her. Cait cursed with every breath. Every moment she remembered; Cait scrubbed harder. She could still feel that bastard's hands gripping her waist, the sickening thrusts and the pain her loins felt after.
Cait couldn't take it. And viciously the young woman did everything she could. The running water was put on full blast, placed at the hottest setting possible. It stung. It really did. But it was nothing compared to those awful things she endured. It was so much worse now that she had the moment to recollect.
Cait had been a slave for seven months, and all that time she did more than just get dragged along for her slaver's enjoyment, but also being forced to 'entertain' other men from ruined cities outside the Boston area or in it entirely. Slavers tended to pass along their goods in their business.
Scratching so hard left faint lines along her arms and legs.
Scrub!
Scratch!
Dozens of men used her. They were all the same.
They laughed while they thrusted. They taunted her while she bit back and took it.
So many times, she wanted to lash out, to fight back and make them pay a hundred times for what they did.
Scrub!
Scratch!
Gritting her teeth so hard left them to ache and her jaw to sore.
But she couldn't. They were always given the remote to her shock collar.
"Damn it!" Cait cursed aloud, not caring if the masked man would hear or not. She threw the rag right into the wall, making a wet splat. Cait's rage only grew when the water started to grow cold, it was something her seared skin and scratches felt relief to. Her breathing had gotten heavy. The water now running cold was almost fighting to cool her body down.
Slumping deeper into the tub, huddled into a ball, Cait just stayed there just as long as she had been scrubbing herself.
Cait did not cry. She only felt the same emptiness as before.
Cait shivered. Her rage simmered down just a bit.
Turning the small knobs and shutting the water off, Cait was left wet and naked.
Getting the chance to finally take a bath was all Cait had ever dreamed of in the last seven months since she was enslaved.
The stink of sweat and grime, the putrid stink of sex had left an 'ick' on her since the day she was raped. And now that Cait had finally gotten the chance she so desperately wanted, Cait saw something that left her shook. It left her to feel the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. It left a cold lump in the back of her throat. Her breathing hitched at that one, small moment where Cait glimpsed at herself in the bathroom mirror.
Cait saw herself for the first time in seven months, and all she saw was shame.
There were bruises on her pale skin, old and new dotting her sides with the red handprints left behind by the slaver she killed. It made Cait realize just how skinny she had gotten since those seven months. Both her arms and legs were thin, Cait saw her cheeks slightly sunken in and could see even a few of her ribs.
Standing alone and naked, staring back at herself in the mirror, Cait brought one arm to cover her small breasts. The idea of being so bare left Cait to feel queasy. That, and the marks dotting them weren't bruises.
And her hair.
"I look like shite" Cait told herself.
Cait had been forced to cut it the first time, it was so the raiders could pull on her hair. It grew it out where she looked like a boy. And when it was just barely long, reaching to her ears, the raiders were quick to pull on it again. It still looked boyish.
The anger was quick to come back again. Her breathing picked up, and she glared at herself.
"You look like shite!" Cait sneered angrily, she breathed more heavily.
She couldn't look at herself like this.
Taking the towel and clothes given to her, Cait hurried.
.
.
Large words in bold, lit up in a bright red glow.
The words read:
RED ROCKET.
This was the masked man's home. A Red Rocket station. Cait knew what those were, they were old refueling stations scattered all throughout the Commonwealth. But the thing about this particular Red Rocket Station was that it was bigger than the others Cait knew. Cait had seen smaller buildings with hardly enough space than this one. Enough for someone to take shelter in, but never as a permanent home.
The words were placed on one side of the building while the large canopy connecting to the building, it had the red rocket ship jutting out proudly. It towered over everything and was lit with the same red glow as the words.
The night was still very heavy, and the air was very cool to Cait's skin.
The clothes Cait wore were worn out, still in good condition when compared to the tattered-up rags she wore previously. The only problem was that they were big. Her scrawny build made it so.
What Cait stepped out of was an old trailer that had been refurbished into a large space to clean yourself. A whole room made into a working bathroom with warm running water made it a wonder.
Stepping outside, Cait saw the masked man waiting there. She didn't know how long he had been waiting for her, or if he even waited for her at all.
He was still in full gear, the obscured lenses of his mask gleamed in the light.
"This way." He ordered.
They didn't go very far from the Red Rocket building, a good distance away where much of what inside the man's property was hidden under the cover of night. Cait narrowed her eyes, trying to make out the shapes but silently the masked man reached with his hand and pulled down a lever.
-Click.-
The lights suddenly came to life and Cait saw another trailer surrounded by rusted old junk. There was a long black wire hanging above the door with three light bulbs rowed together. They lit the spot brightly where the pair were. Cait saw the masked man grab onto the doorknob next and opened it.
"Inside." He said and stepped in.
Cait felt unease. Refusing would be pointless considering the fact she did come to his home and was trapped inside by large walls surrounding it. Still though, anything could happen. And Cait feared that.
With reluctance, Cait walked in.
The lights were on in the inside and what Cait found out was a well-managed room decorated with small end tables, a pair of two black couches, colorful lamps, portraits on the walls, and a bed.
Everything from the inside was polished and clean. There was no haze of dust in the air. The floors didn't creak, and the walls didn't have holes in them.
It looked completely different from the outside.
Seeing an actual bed made the young Irish girl feel something.
"I don't..." Cait paused midway before continuing. "I don't understand."
Cait really didn't.
A bath.
And now a bed.
"Isn't it obvious?" The masked man asked. "I'm giving you a bed to sleep on. I need you well-rested for tomorrow. It's going to be a long day after, so get as much sleep as you can." He explained.
The idea of refusing a bed to sleep on wasn't an easy thing to do, yet Cait had to ask why.
"And then what?" Cait asked.
"And then we'll see what happens after." The masked man slipped passed Cait and stopped at the threshold before finishing. "Also, don't leave this room unless you want to get torn apart by my hounds. I'll get you in the morning. Got it?"
So, unless he said so, Cait was still trapped and locked up.
The only saving grace to it was the fact a warm bed was waiting for her.
Cait breathed out a tired sigh. "Okay. I got it."
Once the door closed, Cait was left alone with just the bed.
Tired and fresh out of the shower, Cait slipped under the blankets and let out an even longer sigh.
Cait slept minutes after. The last thing on her mind was the bed felt so very soft.
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The next update will be possible in January.
