Warning: This is the chapter why a put the warning, TW. SA of a minor. Discretion is adviced.
Broken Innocence.
Violet lay there, her body numb and trembling. Hours had passed, but time had lost all meaning. Every part of her ached, her hands and feet throbbing with the jagged memory of the missing nails, the skin raw and tender. Her mind was foggy from the constant electric shocks, the burning pain searing through her every nerve, and the suffocating pressure of waterboarding. Each breath felt like it took everything she had, but the weight of it all—physical and mental—seemed unbearable. The room spun around her, and though she could feel the wetness of tears still streaking down her face, she couldn't find the strength to cry anymore.
Her arms and legs were still locked in place, the straps biting into her wrists as she lay there, breathing shallowly.
"We are finished here" The Main scientist said to the guard by the door. "Unstrap her and return her to her cell."
"Yes, sir," the guard replied.
The scientist turned and exited, his footsteps fading down the hallway. Violet exhaled shakily, relief flooding her as she thought her torment was finally over.
The guard didn't speak as he unstrapped her legs, but the pressure on her wrists remained, the cold metal biting into her skin. Her hands were still trapped above her head, and she couldn't summon the strength to move.
But then, as she looked up, her blood ran cold.
It wasn't just any guard. It was him—the one who always stares at her every time they shower her, the one whose smirk still haunted her thoughts. He stood above her, his eyes lingering with a look she couldn't quite place. His lips curled into an unsettling grin, and she could almost feel the malevolent energy radiating off him.
"Hey there, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and mocking.
She recoiled instinctively, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Get away from me," she snapped, her voice raw and weak, but she was still filled with a surge of defiance.
"Aww..What's wrong? I thought you would enjoy my company after the long night you had." He said with mocked sympathy "But if you don't. I could leave you strapted here and go to the blonde runt in his cell. Maybe he would enjoy it."
That snapped something inside her.
"Don't you dare to touch him!" Without thinking, she kicked out, her legs trembling with the effort, but the force behind the kick sent a bolt of pain through her body. He caught her foot mid-air with ease, the sadistic glint in his eyes only growing.
"Then make this easy," the guard said, his hand brushing against her hair in an almost affectionate manner. She recoiled, her stomach twisting with revulsion and Violet fought the urge to gag. "I could make things so much easier for both of us if you'd just… behave."
Her body tensed, her heart pounding. She hated every second of this, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he spoke. But the thought of Dash—of him being hurt—pushed her into submission.
With a shaky breath, she nodded reluctantly, not able to speak.
The guard grinned in satisfaction. "Good girl. Don't worry I'll be… gentle"
The guard moved closer. She felt his hand under her shirt as he fondled her breasts. His breath was hot and foul as he leaned over her, and she flinched when he sniffed her hair.
The bile in her throat threatened to choke her, but she forced herself to stay still. She couldn't let anything happen to Dash. Swallowing her disgust, she turned her face away, trembling with rage and humiliation.
Tears welled in Violet's eyes as the guard lowered her pants, while she fought to control her breath.
Her mind couldn't accept it, this has to be a horrible nightmare. Of course she knew about stranger danger, her mother and teachers always told she had to be careful, especially as a young girl. But because of her powers, she thought it would never happen to her.
But then, the first thrust came, and it confirmed that she wasn't dreaming. She gasped for air when she felt him inside her, but not where she expected.
"Sorry sweetheart, but they would kill me if I accidentally got you pregnant. Luckily… women have two holes" The guard said as he kept moving inside her.
It hurts…God!… It hurts so much!. Her body was shaking as she felt each thrust tearing her insides. Not only that… but every touch, every animalistic grunt he emitted made her feel dirtier.
As the minutes passed she felt her mind going numb. The pain no longer registered. It was like she was watching it happening to someone else instead of her.
Then… she felt something warm filling her insides as he let out a sickening moan.
The guard finally took a step back. He took his time to clean himself like nothing had happened "We are finished. I'm going to unstrap you now, okay?" he said, his voice dripping with a condescending tone.
He pulled the straps off her wrists slowly, almost teasingly, and she sat up, her body moving automatically.
Then the guard gave her a towel. "Here.. clean up, we don't want anyone to find out our secret, right?". He said mockingly
Her body... still on autopilot, wipes herself with the towel. But the moment he saw the towel full of blood and his seed. Her mind came back to herself, hit by pain and nausea, and she couldn't help but let out a strangled sob.
"Come on… hurry up. You little brother is waiting for you" He said grinning.
She took a deep breath, she had to compose herself. He has to face Dash, but she couldn't let him know what happened. He was just a kid, if he knew... it would crush him. Even when this…was eating her from the inside
Dash sat in the corner of the cell, knees pulled tightly to his chest, the silence pressing down on him like a weight. Every second that Violet was gone felt like an eternity, his mind racing with terrible possibilities. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his torn shirt, his leg bouncing nervously as he kept glancing at the locked door.
What were they doing to her?
The sound of the cell door unlocking jolted him upright. His heart pounded as a guard dragged Violet inside, her body limp and barely moving. It was the same guard Dash had noticed before—the one whose leering gaze had lingered on Violet more than once. Dash's hands clenched into fists as he saw his smile.
"Here's your sister," the guard sneered, shoving her forward. Violet stumbled, falling onto her hands and knees with a sharp, wet slap against the cold concrete floor. Dash felt his chest tighten as he noticed the blood smeared under her fingers and the raw, exposed skin where her nails should have been.
"Vi?" he whispered, his voice shaking. He scrambled to his feet, but he froze when she lifted her head to look at him.
Her eyes were hollow, empty, like the light inside her had been snuffed out. She tried to give him a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes—it was the kind of smile someone wore when they were trying to convince themselves they weren't broken.
"I'm fine," she rasped, her voice barely audible.
Dash felt his heart drop. "Fine? Vi, your hands—your feet—what did they do to you?" He moved closer, but his words came out in a rush, frantic and desperate. "What happened? You're hurt—Vi, please, just tell me—"
Before he could finish, Violet lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him tightly. He stiffened in surprise as her face buried into his hair. Her whole body was shaking, small, uneven tremors that made his throat tighten.
"I'm fine," she whispered again, her voice muffled, but he felt the way her fingers gripped the back of his shirt like she was holding on for dear life.
The guilt hit him like a punch to the gut.
She was protecting him, not just from the punishment but from the truth of what she had endured. She'd taken the blame, taken everything they'd thrown at her, and now she was pretending it didn't matter.
Dash wanted to argue, to demand answers, to make her tell him what they had done to her. But the weight of her trembling against him stopped him. He knew she was lying—not just to him, but to herself. And as much as it killed him, he decided not to push her, not now.
Instead, he slowly raised his arms and hugged her back, gently pressing his head to her shoulder. "It's okay, Vi," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I've got you."
She didn't respond, just held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. Dash clenched his jaw, his own tears threatening to spill as he silently cursed himself for not doing more, for not being stronger.
He stroked her hair gently, trying to steady her shaking. "I'm sorry," he whispered, barely audible.
As he held her, he felt something warm and wet against his scalp. It took him a moment to realize she was crying, silent tears soaking into his hair.
"Don't be... I'm fine" she repeated, like saying it enough times would make it true.
Dash swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, even though he didn't believe her. "I'm here," he said, his voice firmer now. "I'm here, Vi. I won't let them hurt you again."
He meant it. Even if he didn't know how, he'd find a way to protect her, just like she always protected him. For now, all he could do was hold her, hoping it was enough to piece together the parts of her they broke.
