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Author’s Note
WARNING!!! WARNING!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!WARNING!!!
This chapter contains very violent events and is not recommended for those sensitive to torture, rape or extreme violence. I personally do not condone torture, rape or violence...NOR the damage that they cause, but for the sake of this story I wrote on it. I apologize if it is offensive to some.
If you do not wish to read about these things, do not go past this warning. Go and select another chapter from the drop down by the title....otherwise read on…..
The cell door rattled, indicating my tormentors had returned for me. Scampering into the darkest corner I could, I curled up into a ball, wincing as the position put pressure on the wounds on my back. I lowered my head, in the futile hopes that my dirty curtain of hair would hide me from sight. “Are you ready to tell us what you know, girl?” came a man’s gruff voice. I remained silent, praying he would leave. But instead, he stepped forward and yanked me up by my hair. I screamed in pain as gravity worked against me. “I don’t know what you want!!!!...I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” I cried out Lowering me to the floor, still gripping my hair, he dragged me from the cell, feet scrabbling for purchase against the ground as I struggled to get away. A few times along the way, he slammed me against the wall and kicked me, asking the same question. When I didn’t answer, he would vent his frustration on my back, beating me. The final time he stopped he didn’t bother asking me anything. Yanking me into a control closet, he bound my hands and feet and ripped my pants away. Then he raped me, the smile on his face growing each time I cried out for him to stop. He had somehow managed to fashion a dildo of sorts from a mop handle, and shoved it into my ass, moving it in time with his fevered pace. I screamed at the intrusion, knowing for sure that something inside me had been damaged horribly. Sobbing, I tried to distract myself from the pain and concentrate on the flickering light above me. Not soon enough after, he finished his “business” and spit on me, hoisting me to my feet and ordering me forward. He had no trouble with me then, as I followed numbly to face whatever fate the men had in store for me. The room we entered was dim, with a single fluorescent light fixture hanging over a medical exam table…the kind you might see in a morgue. I stiffened. Something was not right. Why was I here? I turned to escape but found my way blocked by two tall beefy men. I was not deterred and attempted to crawl between them but one of them picked me up by the waist. I kicked and screamed and clawed at him but his grip held firm until he dropped me on the cold steel table and held my flailing form down. “Someone restrain her!” came the gruff voice of the cloaked man beside me. I screamed, struggling, knowing what they planned to do. I’d been in this room before and I did not wish to repeat the events of the time before. But they were happening again and I was powerless to stop them. “No! please god….PLEASE DON’T DO IT AGAIN!!!! I’ll be good…I won’t tell….AAAAAAAH!!!!” I shrieked in terror as two men pinned my arms and legs down. The smaller of the two men turned to retrieve something from a tray beside me. When he turned I saw it was some sort of heating implement, the tip glowing almost white hot. The hot poker like object was jammed into my eyes, the heat scorching and expanding them until they burst, then at last the poker was removed from my burnt sockets and placed on my skin. The sizzle of burning flesh as my eyes were soldered away…. The smell of my skin melting and charring as they branded me again filled my nostrils made me sick and I turned my head to the side, vomiting on someone apparently “You disgusting little bitch!” His voice was angry. A rough hand yanked me back to the table and bound my wrists to the table I was on. What felt like a sharp knife was driven into my side and twisted, dragging a ragged pained scream out of me. “Cut her again” came another man’s voice. “Give the bitch what she deserves!” The knife sliced into my right leg…tearing up into my thigh. I pleaded with them desperately. “Please….PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!!AH!!!” I sobbed in agony “IT HURTS!!!SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!!!!PLEASE!!!!” My screams echoed into the darkened room, my cries for help dissolving into sobs as they gagged me with a foul smelling cloth. I felt a clammy hand running up my thigh, caressing the skin there. The moisture stung the wounds and I bucked in my restraints. “Why, she is such a pretty little thing. Why not have a bit of fun before the boss gets here?” My blood ran cold. I struggling trying to get away as I felt the man sliding his hands higher, higher still up to my sex, stroking me in a mockery of gentle. “She must like this. The little slut’s already wet and ready!” The room was filled with raucous laughter. The pressure above me disappeared and I breathed a tense sigh of relief not able to see he was coming back until he shoved his cock into me. I screamed into the cloth in my mouth, tears running down my face as he and at least three other men had their turn with me, each one violating me in a different way. Just as a fifth got ready to press into me, the door slammed shut and the pressure of his cock was gone. I lay there sobbing as the fluids of the men ran out of me and cooled on my skin, mixing with my blood and urine. Suddenly a new voice, yet one that drove pure fear straight through my veins spoke quietly. “So I see you’ve had your fun…….though by the way she’s trembling I’d say the bitch did too.” Fingers pinched my tear soaked cheek. “You enjoyed them violating you didn’t you, slut?” He asked me, his stale breath washing over me. I turned my face away from his voice, my neck straining. He growled grabbing my neck and in that moment I was glad they had destroyed my eyes and I could not see him. The room was silent save for my pained gasps for the air that seemed to grow thinner as I panicked. The man whispered to someone and then spoke aloud. “…………………….Bleed her. Cut her open and show me her filth.” The chorus of cheers as they gathered their tools around me was deafening, the clang of metal like swords clashing. Without warning a sharp tearing began at the bottom of my gut and I screamed, nearly arching off the platform I was on as the warm blood poured from my body. The fabric gag was removed but I had no time to focus on it as the ripping agony began to spread to the rest of me…….my cheeks, my arms, my legs….one went so far as to cut my sex, drawing the point down towards my back. They chuckled at my screams when the knife was then thrust into me point first. I began choking on the bile in my throat as my innards were shredded and torn beyond repair. More laughter as the torture continued until finally the man who had issued the order commanded them to stop. Bleeding and shaking, I felt me legs go numb as the pained from severed nerve was overwhelmed by th blood loss. My torso was not far behind even though it remained (mostly intact). The man with the stale breath returned, hovering over my gore covered face though he did not speak. Instead I could hear the sound of a knife being flicked open. The was pressed against my neck. “Now you will die and serve your punishment. Burn in hell, you filthy whore. And with that, the pressure grew slowly until the blade pierced the flesh of my neck and a long slow cut was drawn across my neck. As blood filled my windpipe, I heard the men talking around me, their words becoming muted as the edges of consciousness slipped away. Trying to reach out to them asking for help, I felt my arm be yanked down and stabbed through so brutally, I heard the bone snap. Tears running from my ruined eyes, I inhaled, gurgling as I choked on my own blood and vomit. Seconds passing like hours, I pleaded with every god I knew to help me. Finally with one last silent plea I wheezed out my last breath…… And died……….
again.
