Disappearance: A broken Wing

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When my consciousness returned, I felt my body shaking under an unfamiliar weight. I opened my eyes—and froze. A naked man was on top of me. My hands and feet were tied to the bedframe, leaving me completely helpless.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed, thrashing against the ropes. But no matter how hard I fought, he just smiled—laughing—as he shoved himself deeper.

I hated this. I hated how powerless I felt. I'd risked everything to save another woman from this exact fate, and here I was, being punished for it.

A part of me wanted it all to end right here. I wanted someone to put a bullet in my head and end the misery. What's the point of surviving if I can't even feel safe in my own skin anymore?

The guard leaned down, dragging his tongue from my chest up to my nipples, then bit down hard. I screamed in pain, but he only grinned wider.

"You shouldn't interfere with business," a cold voice said.

I turned my head toward the door—and saw Keto standing there, arms crossed, watching with a sick satisfaction.

"You are a disgusting human being," I spat, shaking with rage.

"I am," Keto admitted with a smirk, "but you think you can save everyone, Kara. Let me ask you—where's your help now? You saved that woman, but when you need someone, who's there for you?"

His words sliced through me. He was right—no one came when I needed saving. I believed that if one person stood up, others would too... but how long do you have to stand alone before anyone else joins you?

"Marco, leave the girl," Keto ordered.

The guard—Marco—hopped off me, casually pulling his clothes back on, as if nothing had happened. Keto walked to the edge of the bed, his presence heavy and suffocating. He traced his fingers slowly up my thighs, making my skin crawl.

"Kara, how old are you?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but I felt every bit of danger beneath it.

"Seventeen," I whispered, barely finding the strength to speak.

"I'll make you a deal," Keto said, his hand still on my thigh. "You care about the women here. Every month, I'll let one woman go—free—if you do something for me."

"You'll just hand them off to someone worse," I muttered, disgusted.

"True," he admitted with a shrug, "but I won't hurt the others. No one here will be raped or beaten by my men—unless they betray me. If you want to protect them, you do what I say."

My heart sank. "What's the favor?"

"I have men who need their... needs taken care of. You'll take care of them."

"You want me to—sleep with them," I said, my voice cracking.

"Yes," Keto said simply. "And anything else they want."

I shook my head. "No. On second thought, they can take care of themselves."

Keto's smile faded. "And I thought you had potential. Fine—new deal. I know about Maely sneaking you food. If you don't do this, I'll make you watch while I kill her."

My breath caught. "Don't touch her."

"Then do we have a deal?"

I hated him. I hated myself for even considering this. But I couldn't let someone die because of me.

"Fine," I said quietly, my voice trembling. "We have a deal."

"Good," Keto said with a smirk. "Oh—and one last thing. These men better be impressed. If they're not, people die."

He stood and walked toward the door. "Marco, untie her and clean her off. Her first appointment is in twenty minutes."

Marco's touch made my skin crawl, even as he untied me. I wrapped my arms around myself, bolting for the bathroom to scrub away everything I felt on my skin. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't wash away the shame.

By the time I finished, Keto was waiting with orders. "Third bedroom, second floor. He's waiting."

I wanted to vomit. I wanted to scream. But instead, I climbed the stairs like a prisoner walking to her own execution.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

A man—mid-40s, with a receding hairline and a body that made my stomach turn—sat on the bed completely naked.

"Well, damn," he said with a grin. "Didn't know they were getting girls this young. What's your name, sweet cheeks?"

"K-Kara," I stammered, my voice breaking.

"Keto told me this was your first time," he said casually. "Don't worry, I'll walk you through it. Come closer."

I swallowed hard, forcing my feet to move forward. He grabbed me roughly by the hips, pulling me in until our skin almost touched.

"Since it's your first time," he said, "you want to do it standing, or on the bed?"

"I... I don't know," I whispered.

"That's fine, love. Let's make it easy."

He shoved me onto the bed and spread my legs. My heart pounded as he climbed on top of me.

"This is always the hard part," he said with a chuckle, then forced himself inside me.

I turned my face away and wiped my tears as fast as they fell. The pain, the disgust, the humiliation—it was unbearable. He pinned my arms above my head, making it into some twisted game for himself. When he got bored, he flipped me onto my stomach, holding me down as he took me from behind.

I buried my face into the pillow, sobbing silently, praying for it to be over.

When he was finally done, I thought it was over. I was wrong.

"There's one last thing I want you to do," he whispered, his breath foul against my ear.

"What's that?" I croaked.

He rolled me on top of him and spread his legs. "I want to see what your mouth can do."

My stomach twisted. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, baby. Suck me off. Do that, and I'll tell Keto you were perfect."

I froze. I'm not doing that. I can't.

"Tell Keto whatever you want," I said, getting off him. "Find someone else."

I stormed out of the room, but Marco grabbed me and slammed me into the wall.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm not pleasing him like that," I snapped. "You can tell Keto I said women are NOT objects."

Marco's eyes darkened. "Fine. But what happens next is your fault."

"Screw you. Screw Keto. I've already been raped, beaten, and stripped of my dignity. What else can you do to me that hasn't already been done?"

Marco gave me a slow smile. "Baby girl, you'd be surprised."

I glared at him, my body trembling with fury. "Screw. You."

"Noted," he said with a dark chuckle, letting me go.

I walked back to the basement, my body shaking, my mind in pieces. I wasn't an object. And I would never let them make me believe I was.