Nyefield University pt 2

Prologue

Charlie
I come around and this time Freddie is asleep.. or unconscious, I'm a bit more with it this time. Both him and Jason are definitely breathing but the rasping noise is coming from me, I look down at myself and I'm just in my bra and jeans, my chest is littered with bruises and I've got a small hole shaped wound in my side. Everything hurts so I'm not sure where I'm hurting the worst but left arm has gone numb. I assume that's the broken one. I start coughing but I cough up blood, it splatters all down me and on the floor infront of me. Well shit that's not a good sign.

"Charlie?" I turn towards Jason, he's managing to stand on the balls of his feet but he looks defeated.

"Hey you."

"How did they get you."

"I could say the same about you.. I went to the toilet when I stopped in the pit lane and they jumped me there. Either they've been waiting for any opportunity to grab me or they were part of my pit team."

"Shit Charl's.. you made it to the final then?"

"Obviously!" I chuckle at that but then start coughing up blood again, when i stop coughing I wipe my mouth on my good shoulder. "So how did they got you two?"

"We were in the office block combing through, as Freddie left one of the rooms he got jumped by guards. I obviously went to back him up but two more came in, we put up a fair fight but they had the upper hand on us. Do you know who it is?"

"I'm sure I recognised the woman that took me down but I was concussed and drugged so I'm not sure. Did you guys hear anything or recognise anyone?"

"I recognised the guards that took me and Freddie down but no one else so far. Freddie mentioned he overheard a conversation about some girls that a guy called James wanted." I freeze instantly. James is working with the prison? I mean there's a chance its someone else but why would I be targeted specifically. What doesn't make any sense is why the twins were bought in.. they won't make good slaves, they're too old to be bought by many people and they didn't use them to lure me in.. there must be a reason. If James is still alive then I can only assume the organisation has grown exponentially in the last few years. I know why they want me, I escaped, I one upped them.. I was their toy that got away. "What's up? You know a guy called James?"

"Did Dax ever tell you about the PCSO that let us get away with anything?"

"Yeah.. you two basically got away with murder.. you think it's him?"

"He worked with Dax's dad to bring girls in."

"Fuck Charlie, I'm so sorry.. but what's Dax's dad got to do with this? He's dead isn't he? I know he took you to Northampton but..." Oh I thought Dax would've told the guys about this. Great, no time like the present!

"Well you know that Dax's dad took me when my parents died." I pause to swallow around the lump in my throat. "He was the one who first raped me, he bought my virginity and then he basically became my pimp. James was one of my... more frequent visitors." Jason is speechless, he has no more words. Just that sympathetic look in his eyes. "Hey it was years ago now Jas, don't worry about me. I'm a tough cookie. We just have to take this each day at a time."

"I don't know how much longer I can hold out, my arm is shattered and they're working on my leg next. They've flayed half my back. Freddie isn't even emotionally there anymore.. not that he ever really was but he's gone. Atleast he can sleep now."

"Turning your emotions off is the only way to get through this." We both jump at the sound of Freddie's voice, it's hollow and haunted. "I don't want to feel anymore. If Dax hasn't found us yet, then the likelihood is, he won't. Hell we don't even know where we are. We might still be onsite, or in a different country." We just stand there in silence for a while, the weight of our situation resting on our shoulders. We have no clue how long we've actually been here, it could be ten days, could be ten weeks. We've all soiled ourselves multiple times and the most food we've been given is a few scraps of bread.

There's no windows and barely anyone speaks to us unless they're inflicting pain. We aren't even being tortured for a reason, just purely for pain. I've lost count of the men that have raped me, the men that have tied me up in which ever position they want me. I'm too weak to fight back anymore. The boys atleast don't get sexually abused, but a piece of them is taken every day, with Freddie they're playing mind games and trying to pull his emotions out. With Jason it's all physical, they've shattered one of his arms and one of his legs is not in a great condition. I doubt any of us are going to be the same again, the arm I broke is not setting right and I miss Dax. I never even told him I loved him that race day, if die then that will be my biggest regret.

We barely even talk any more, we need as much energy as we can right now. We're all so broken I don't think we remember how it feels to be whole. I think we've been here for about a month. We're still in the same room, we just occasionally get moved around to how they want us, mainly me. We get showered down once in a while, we get roughly stitched up if they take a session too far.. with no anesthesia of course. There doesn't seem to be an end to this, or any progression.

SLAM, the door to our room bangs off the wall and I can hear footsteps, they have us facing away from the door nowadays so we can't see whose coming. They move around to the front of us, I keep my eyes down as they like. If I can avoid a punishment I will.

"Well well well... if its not my little Charlie." No... no it can't be, that voice isn't possible. "Look at me Charlie." I slowly raise my eyes to his, the face that was such a huge part of my life, the face that used to give me hope and comfort until it all changed.

"Daddy?"