When Anastasia and Liam Kingsley were taken, they were severely injured but not dead. The French mafia kept them in containment, in a steel room. They were tortured, starved, beat, raped, whipped.
They made a plan.
It took years.
It was fucking w...
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Anastasia Kingsley POV
I just got raped by three men and I'm back in my cell.
I want to die.
It's been two years since we got here and it's the same shit again and again.
Get tortured.
Get raped.
Cry with Liam.
Kill kids.
Fight people.
Kill people.
Turns out the fucking assholes of this place not only raped me but also my brother.
I'm going to fucking end them.
We had gotten pretty used to it, even if we did loathe it.
I snuggled into Liam more until a voice came in, "Wake up!"
"Shut the fuck up!" I yawned.
"I second that." Liam tiredly agreed.
"You are killing the babies today!" He exclaimed.
Shit.
Every time I see the kids I think of Ava and Eli's kids and mine. They would be maybe like 6 months old right now.
But I can't see them.
I might never see them.
The best thing so far was that they gave us actual food, not sedated either.
They were starting to trust us.
And we were going to use that to our advantage.
We decided until they had let us see the containment area, we can't leave because we would surely die.
But, right now Liam and I were just grateful we got to eat porridge everyday and had water to drink. We were also grateful we had doctors to attend to.
I flipped off the dude and got up before the rapist guards touched me. Liam doing the same. They blindfolded us and carried us to a room where there were kids from the age 5 and under.
I saw a 2-3 year old boy and instantly wanted to die. He had light brown hair.
Almost the same shade as Adrian's.
And grey eyes.
I swallowed as I picked up a gun, knowing if we didn't do what they wanted, more people would rape us.
I looked at the black gun, and then back at the man and guards behind the glass.
How I wish I could kill them.
I closed my eyes, taking in a breath.
Either I kill them or they do worse to the kids.
That's what I said every time.
I shot a five year old boy, next was a newborn in a pink blanket and then another five year old, and then the kid with the light brown hair. After that it was two more girls, age 4. Then small boys, maybe 1 or 2 years old. And it went on for a while.
Sure I hated it, but I didn't mind doing it.
I am selfish.
I shook my head, getting rid of those thoughts.
Just wait till we leave.
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