Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 23

TRIGGER WARNING!!

{While i know I write alot of messy things in this story. R@pe (off-screen) and Suicidal thoughts are present. Proceed at you own risk. If you don't want to read this wait for part 24, you'll be able to pick up without having to read this}

The next day Ruma spent the next day trying to pine for Deon to come out of his room. It failed, and by the end of the day she was taking notice to Ratok's lack of presences.

On the second day Ruma decided to venture out. She couldn't figure out what she did wrong, and Deon wanted nothing to do with her. So she gave up and went out to the compound.

She spent a few hours traveling about. Her emotions were all over the place. Her mind was numb. Her brude wasn't avalible. So she set on finding her Meager, if she could find him maybe she would calm her emotions.

She went around the the compund to look for him for a while, she couldn't find him.

Then she headed towards the guard tower that would be the only place he was, that she hadn't looked.

For the most part the generally busy guard tower was silent. The lights were dimmed and while she could smell the scent of people around though she couldn't find the location.

With a sigh she was of up the stairs trying to recall which of the many door was Ratok's again, the first time through his was the only scent she could smell making tracking him easy, but now his scent was lost among the masses.

Ruma passed up and down the hall a few times, she generally had a better time with her sniffer, but all the stress had put her off her game. While she sat trying to focus her mind so she could find Ratok without distrubing the others. The door behind her opened very very slowly.

A dark figure lurked there for a moment watching her, before lurching out to grab her. This figure was already prepared for her reaction, as they quickly placed their arm that had thick padding under the jacket in her mouth. It kept her from screaming, and from taking her pound of flesh.

Ruma thrashed about kicked and throwing her arms about. Trying to make enough noise to get someone else attention. It didn't work. If this had been a few months ago she would have just given up, but now she had her Maeger, and her brude she had something to fight for. Ruma continued to fight, until she felt something heavy crash against the side of her skull.

She wasn't knocked out cold, butit put her into a spin, she couldn't fight anymore, every once of strength was lost as her eyes started to see double. She was quickly dragged into the room and the door shut.

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Ruma sat on the balcony of the fourth floor to her tower, the only place in her tower that had a balcony. She stared emotionlessly out over the compound.

With dried tears stain against her cheeks.

She couldn't look down at her self else all she would see was tathered clothes and markings. She hadn't cleaned her self of the attack yet.

Her thoughts were simply unclear, this had happened before, multiple times, she just let it happened. Never after had she felt so sick to her stomach.

It was this time, she tried to fight and failed, did she anytype of disgust with herself. All she wanted was Ratok, and all she found was something else.

She felt the cold chill of the wind bite against her arms and legs, she went to rub them to warm herself and stopped as she just replayed his touch on her all over against. She turned her head, she might actually get sick. As she felt the bile rise in the back of her throat.

She gulped sending it back to where it belonged. By this time the sun was setting. All she could focus on now was the way the orange in the sky looked more intense than normal. Pretty would be her typical thoughts as she spent most of her fomible years in a delux experiment lab.

This sunset seemed to just mock her suffering. Everything did. She laid her head down on her knees. If she wasn't dehydrated at this point, more tears would fall. Since none did all she could feel was the tighening of her throat. Part of her wished it would just continue to tighten until she really couldn't breath anymore.

She rolled over onto herside, placing her arm through the bars and letting it hang out. Just rocking back and forth in the wind. She wondered if anyone but Vassenhilo would come looking for her.

That thought process turned into what she decided to do. She'd just lay there until someone found her.