𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 (𝓑𝓦𝓦𝓜)

Revenge is War

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮.

Upon checking the clock, it was 5:39 am when I woke up feeling utterly exhausted from the events of last night. Prior to that night, I was still a virgin, but now I am experiencing significant discomfort between my legs. Peering under the covers, I noticed Zion lying in the bed. August had his arm draped across my chest, and I could sense Zakai's breath on my neck. Zakai had a firm grip on my arm, rendering me immobile in the current situation.

As I gazed at the boys, I noticed my eyelids growing heavy, prompting me to drift back to sleep. The sensation of stickiness enveloped my body due to the proximity of other bodies around me, while the excessive humidity in the room clung uncomfortably to my skin.
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𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

I found myself in a padded room, my vision obscured by a bright light. My hands were restrained at my sides, causing me to feel uneasy. The sound of voices around me only heightened my anxiety. Questions raced through my mind - why was I back here? Was it August who brought me here? Did Trent manage to locate me? And the most troubling thought - did I kill Trent?

A shadow loomed over me, holding a needle that drew closer to my face. My hands were securely tied to the table as I observed the man's actions, with Trent silently observing from the corner. Feeling his gaze on us, I instinctively turned my head away as the needle approached my neck. I began to struggle, attempting to break free from the table. Despite my efforts, I knew the needle was necessary before being cleaned and returned to confinement of being thrown in the pit.

The pit was utilized for two detentions in this establishment, referring to the enclosure where conflicts were resolved through physical combat. Additionally, the term "pit" was employed for the confinement of individuals who displayed defiance. The structure was designed to be compact as it served the purpose of temporary containment. I was acquainted with an individual who was once confined in the pit, although regrettably, that individual has since passed away.

I regret not following the rule about keeping the wrist bands on. Their deaths weigh heavily on me, but as time passes, my survival instinct grows stronger. Despite the guilt, I can't help but prioritize my own life. A sudden shock brings me back to reality as I notice the wrist band on my arm.

Occasionally, I have experienced instances where I was intentionally displeased, resulting in him administering electronic shocks and medication to me. Despite the discomfort and pain caused by these actions, I have found myself resisting the drugs to avoid further suffering, leading Trent to escalate the intensity of my treatment. Following an incident with a previous doctor, Trent resorted to using a shock collar around my neck to ensure compliance. Despite a previous attempt to reverse the roles with the doctor, the situation did not improve for me. Subsequently, the doctor recommended administering injections to my neck for better results.

A week later, the collar was replaced with a shock band on my wrist. Wearing it for a week resulted in fewer blackout episodes but more drowsiness. I observed a change in the doctor's behavior towards me, especially during medication administration. Initially reserved, he now seemed more assertive, especially when injecting the needle. As the medication took effect, my nerves gradually calmed, and my vision began to blur.

Upon experiencing temporary numbness, the maids enter the room to assist with my hygiene and dressing. Following the doctor's departure and Trent's presence, he approaches me while I lie motionless on the table. It has become routine for him to inspect or touch me once the effects of the drugs take hold. Despite the bloodshed, his touch leaves me feeling repulsed and violated.