the red bunker. [h.s]

2.

SIX YEAR LATER:

"STOP PLEASE JUST STOP" I want to help her but i just can't. I've gotten so used to the feeling of the iron scorching my skin, and the smell of my burning flesh that comes after it. The part that makes me sick is when he pulls the iron off and I see the way my skin peels off because of how scorching the iron is. When this first happened I was convinced he submerged the iron into lava , and my body went entirely paralyzed.

I can still hear her faint crying. I was in utter shock when one of the self-absorbed, disgusting human known as a "bidder" as they called them,  requested for two girls to be beaten, and burned for hours straight.

I still wonder till this day, how can people sit behind a screen and watch literal kids get raped, burned, sexually harassed, abused, and assaulted. Over the years I've heard that the super high bidders request to have little girls get their throats slashed, and to have their heads decapitated. Which is why they never come back, i was always convinced that they just moved them...

When I found out my dad was the head of this thing, I felt something I've never felt ever... emotionless.

I'm so used to the feeling now, but that was the first time I've ever felt it.

I've been in this god forsaken place for 6 agonizing years. And I've endured so much pain it's unspeakable.

I wish to never think of what those men have done to me, but it happens everyday. Now I'm at a point to where it's embedded in my mind. I don't think I'll ever recover from this. I'm trapped, and I have no way of getting out. because I simply have no power whatsoever.

THREE HOURS LATER

Every time after they're done with us, they drug up and take up back to the other girls. They starve us by feeding us food every once a week, at least that's what it feels like. I feel like I'm going fucking insane, I haven't seen sunlight in years. I don't even have any clue what year we're in as of right now.

Of course I've had thoughts about breaking out, hell i still do. I'm sure everyone here has. But I've never acted on them. I feel so weak compared to them. They've done the most unspeakable things to me. And the shitty thing is, it's never just one guy. Everyday it's a different guy... and i could tell just by their scent . I can't see there faces because there mask covers their entire face...Half of these men have raped me, assaulted me, burned me, humiliated me, and branded me. I can't even count on both of my hands the amount of things they've done to me.

The only person keeping me sane is Ember, she was the girl in the beginning who was chained up next to me. We started bonding when the first time they took her, and took 3 patches of skin from her body. I was there for her, and I helped her because she was in so much pain all they did was wrap it up. They didn't give her any pain meds or nothing. I've learned over the years that these men don't care if we live or die.

I haven't seen my dad since the first time he came in the room and called for me. I don't think i'll ever forget that day. He didn't look at me, nor did he speak to me. I stared at him with pleading eyes for him to look at me. But he never did.

I remember them taking me by dragging me by my hair,  and my voice was beyond raw from all the yelling i had did when they was pulling me. I didn't see my dad following so i assumed he just left.

But like always i was wrong.

He was waiting in the room for me... just thinking about it makes me tear up. I haven't cried since that day.