Lost

Chapter 1

The lights went off. Dark shadows of window frames replicated on the hall's floor. And here I am, leaning against the cold wall, limping. My shredded dress almost reached to my mid-thigh. My night hair hung loose and were in tangles and knots. I can tell my eyes were red as they itch and I can't stop scratching them with the behind of my hand. They raped me. Again. The third time this month. The first time I came here was when I was only seven-years-old, and at the age of eleven, that's when they developed the sexual lust for me. I started out as a test subject, but as time went by, they began to come inside me. It was horrible. I was pulled into sex against my own free will. I was forced and molested. Their expressions showed nothing but evil in them. They're wicked.
208. . .208. . .just one more turn. . .
The staright path came to an end and curved to the right. I turned and looked at the left over my shoulder.
205. . .206. . .207. . .208. . .finally
I stopped once I reached to tenement 208, my current living quarters. I walk toward the left side of the hall. Even though it was dark, moonlight glowed brightly. I go to tenement 208. I turn the steel door knob. I turned it to the right but a clicking sound prevent me from turning foward. The door was locked.
"Koda, please open up. . ." I say in a low voice. Everything stood silent. I suppose I have to stay out tonight. I kneeled on both my legs in front of the door, and tilted my head down. My eyes slowly closed at mid-way. I hear a clicking sound.
Koda. . .
I rose my head to see my eyes locked with azure eyes. I can tell that he cried. The sobs and the swollen in his eyes explained it all. The bags under his eyes told me everything, he wasn't sleeping at all while I was gone.
"Eclair," he says. His kneeled and cupped my face with his hands. He lowered them and caressed my cheek. "You're alright."
I shake my head, "no, I'm not alright. They raped me again."
He rose up and offered his hand. I accept it without hesitation. He enters our tenement first while he gets hold of my hand, pulling me inside quickly to not get caught by the hall monitors. Nothing changed as I was gone for the week. Our bunk bed happens to remain at the same spot, the right corner. Our desk was between our sleeping cradle and the small dinning table, the one which we rarely use to eat. There were only two chairs, enough for the both of us. I was dead tired. I took a step forward, I feel a cold liquid shivering my foot. I bend down as I reached my foot. A red spot dripped down. I turn to Koda.
"What did they do to you?" I ask in shock. They did something to my brother. Something very bad. He looked down like a child that was ashamed. I can hear loud sobs from him. The hall monitors could be coming to check the hall any second now, so I ran to the door and gently closed to avoid loud squeaky cry echoing through the halls. I lock it and turn around. Koda was already getting in bed. I went to his side and grabbed his shoulder.
"Look at me," I order. He ignores me, and continues lifting the blanket. "I said look. At. Me." I clench my teeth. He spins to my direction.
"What do you want to know?" He asks. His voice sounds so broken and low. "I want to know what they did to you." I say. Koda shrugs his shoulders.
"You don't remember?" I ask. It was obvious that he remembers the torture that those nurses- who were literally the doctor's prostitutes- did to him. "Fine. Don't tell me. It is better for you to keep that suffering for yourself and not sharing it with your own twin sister," I snap. I sit on one of the chairs, and cross my arms over my chest. "I want to help you," I wanted to say, but kept it to myself.
He sighs as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Only two of came here while you were gone. The rest were enjoing their time with other male test subjects from two-zero-one to two-zero-eleven." He says.
"And what does that have to do with your sobbing?" I ask.
"They were the same women that came a week before you left me. . .alone. They came everyday and treated me like their sex toy. Today, Monica told me something," Koda trails off.
"What did she say?" I inquire. Monica was one of Dr. Quellberg's whores. She is his assistant who joins him in his expiriments on Koda and me. She always flirted with Koda, but he never returns the favor. He simply ignored her, even though she touched his private area. I've never seen her do that to Koda, but like a younger brother, he tells me everything I need to know.
"She told me she was pregnant, and that it's mine," he says. He was expressionless. I stare at him wide-eyed. Why is he telling me this? This always happens to the other male prisoners. That child wasn't his. It was Dr. Quellberg's devil child, the real Devil.