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The man drags me down the corridor back to the row of doors I passed before. His grip tightens around my wrist, squeezing it until it turns a yellowish blue. He grins at his friend, who waits beside one of the doors, a slimy grin plastered on his face as he watches me struggle.

Pulling back with all my might, my shoes skid along the floor. My wrist screams in agony, ready to pop out of its socket. Staggering as the man yanks me forward, I catch myself before I fall face-first on the floor, glaring at the man. He ignores me, stepping in front of the door beside the other man.

The pressure cutting into my leg from my pocket. The rock. Silently, I pull the rock from my pocket, curling my fingers around the sharp stone, waiting for the right moment.

The click of the lock opening sends a jolt of fear through me. "Hey bitch on your feet," the man seethes, grabbing my arm. Pulling myself up, I aim for the man's face, slicing his cheek. Shit, I was going for his eye. The man stares at me, his eyes burning with anger, as the younger man grabs my arm before I can go for the second swing.

"Ahh," I screech as my wrist is twisted, forcing me to drop the rock.

The older man touches his cheek, looking at his fingers. Drops of red shine in the dim light. "You bitch." My head whips to the side, my cheek burning. Coughing, I spit out some blood, my cheek cut from the inside. The man grabs my collar, pulling my face towards his. "You will rot extra long for that bitch." I hold my breath as he grabs both my arms, throwing me inside the dark room. I groan as I hit the ground, my hand twisting uncomfortably underneath me. Looking up at the man, he smirks down at me, his eyes slithering across my body before he closes the door with a click. Footsteps fade as the two men walk away.

"At least I got a hit in," I mumble. Shivering, I push myself up, holding my aching hand. Scooting back, my head falls against the concrete wall. Sighing, I close my eyes, curling up against the concrete wall and floor as the cold pierces my skin. The room is pitch black, small from what I could see before the door was closed, solid concrete, and musty. The only way in or out is the metal door that I came in. My eyes lay half-closed, head heavy on the wall. I was out of the old cage only to be put into a new, darker, and colder one.

I flinch, pain flaring in my right hand. Holding it close, I hiss as my thumb feels around my wrist. Holding my breath, pressure builds until I cry out, a small pop filling the empty space. Leaning limply against the wall, I drift off into nothingness.

Hours, days, or perhaps even weeks—I can't tell how long they've kept me in this dark, underground room. Time has lost all meaning. The only light I see is when a cup of water, laced with who knows what, slides into the room from under a flap in the door. The ache in my stomach is something I can ignore, but the pain in my hand commands my attention. My best guess is that it needs to be wrapped from how swollen it feels.

My head falls to the side as the lock clicks on the door. I flinch as the light from the lamps attacks my eyes. Two sets of footsteps enter my cell, and a waft of fresher air momentarily cleanses the musty scent of the room before a strong scent of cologne takes over. Holding a hand in front of my eyes, I blink, coughing as a lamp lands on the floor, scattering dust.

"Well, you look disgusting, girl," the man's voice says, the same voice as before.

Removing my hand, I meet their gaze, though my eyes are heavy with exhaustion. "And you still look just as revolting," I say, my voice lacking its usual strength, the words barely a whisper.

His smirk drops, turning into a scowl. "You will regret that girl the boss is allowing us to get a taste of you before you get handed off." I shiver as his eyes drag across my body, undressing me with his gaze.

The younger man licks his lips, smirking at his friend. "You first or me?" he asks, his voice dripping. 

The older man pats his shoulder, grinning. "I have had my fair share. You can go first." An ugly gleam fills their eyes as the older man walks to the door. I push myself farther into the wall, my heart pounding with fear, as the door shuts.

***
I fall to the floor when I attempt to stand crying out as my right-hand attempts to support me. The younger man walks my way slowly his grin so bright as his eyes devour me. I fall over and over again my legs giving out.

I push against him as his slimy hands grab my upper arm. The older man stands behind him silently snickering. "Not that way you have to be rough with them or they will never submit to you. Here like this, " the older man reaches around grabs my hair and drags me away from the wall.

I scream kicking and scratching at his hands as he pulls me to the middle of the room. He drops me to the floor walking away from me. The younger man walks over bending down till his head is inches from mine. "Stop fighting, trust me you will enjoy it if you submit, " he whispers his fingers caressing my cheek.

"Never, " I hiss reeling back and pushing against his chest with my left hand as I cradle my right to my chest. Rolling over I attempt to crawl away but a foot stomps on my leg. Groaning I grind my teeth sucking in the pain and coughing as I do dust and grime lacing my throat and eyes.

Hands flip me over onto my back. The young man straddles my waist his hands pulling the hem of my shirt up. My hands flail attempting to stop at him to no avail tears dripping from my eyes down my cheeks.

My shirt leaves my body with new rips decorating its dirty fabric. My bra snaps leaving my torso bare for all to see. I glare at the man as his eyes take in my breasts salivating. I fidget as his hands land on my breasts needing them. My body is too weak to force him off as his slimy hands feel all along my sides. He licks across my naval flicking the piercing that rests there.

"I see that you like to decorate yourself. Adds much more...seduction to women don't you think." His fingers trace over the tattoos on my rips and arms. I lurch away as much as I can grunting as the grip on my wrists tightens.

His fingers hastily fumble with my pants. He lifts his hips removing the pressure holding me down and forcing the fabric protecting the lower half off. The cold dirty concrete brings goosebumps to my skin the hairs on my body rise.

Trying to move back as he fumbles with his pants I whimper as hands lock on my wrists holding me in place. Uncomfortable friction enters my lower region. The feeling of something hard entering my private area makes me squirm.

I kick out hitting nothing but air before his legs dig into my knees. "Hmm you taste so good girl, " the young man hums. I feel him hover above me, my eyes stay sealed shut trying to hide the new tears from falling.

No warning can prepare me for the pain as he thrust into me. I am not a virgin but the force and intrusiveness cause the tears to fall. My cries get drowned out by his grunts and laughter as he moves.

He groans as my legs kick helplessly finally landing a hit. I scream when his knee slams into mine forcing my movements to stop. He screams as he moves his smirk evident even with my eyes closed.

I whimper silently forcing my screams down. Tears stain my cheeks as the hour passes. The whole time I lay there motionless the fight draining out of me with each movement the men make. From drugs or emotional and physical torment, I don't know, slowly my new reality begins to form and I just want to cry hiding away where no one can find me.

I keep my mind focused solely on the pain and not on what's causing it. They both have their way with me as I lay there on the cold dirt floor. Liquid of many kinds surrounds me as I cry silent tears. They leave laughing once they are done. The light leaves with them dropping the temperature in the room to sub-zero.

***

I curl into myself, my body trembling uncontrollably. My clothes lay discarded, ripped, and dirty across the floor. My hands grip my knees tightly as I try to make myself as small as possible. I lay there for hours, shivering not just from the cold but from the trauma of what I've endured. My shoulders shake with silent sobs, and my breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps.

At the sound of the door flap opening, my eyes lock on the cup sliding in. I wait until the footsteps vanish before crawling over, my movements slow and weak. Downing the cup, I cough, the taste of the drug leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My hands tremble as I set the cup down, my fingers numb and clumsy. The sense of hopelessness deepens, and I feel utterly defeated, my spirit crushed by the relentless darkness. My head rests against the cold concrete wall, my body limp and exhausted, unable to muster any strength to fight back.

Drowsily, I put my clothes back on, or what's left of them, hoping for any sense of coverage and security. Crawling to a corner, I curl into myself. My body aches everywhere, my wrist throbbing from being forcibly moved and squeezed. I can still feel their touch, how their hands held me down, caressing my body, violating me. Hiccupping, I gasp for breath, my nails digging into my arms, peeling away the skin. Shaking, I curl farther into myself, dropping my head into my arms. Dad would be so disappointed in me for letting them do that. I am supposed to be better than that. Then again, I was supposed to not get kidnapped.

You still have time, Jade. Remember that. Giving up now won't accomplish anything. You still have time. You are strong...you are strong...you are strong...you can get out...

I cry myself to sleep.

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