Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 1

Charlie
We've been here for just over two weeks but none of us are keeping count anymore. I gave up hope after my dad turned up, the coldness in his eyes and the way he commanded the men there is no hope in hell of him helping us. He's clearly been involved from the start and is possibly why I was put with Beatrice, him and John were close friends after all. Freddie is trying to get my hopes up, saying there could be more to it that we realise. But really I think he's just trying to keep his own hopes up. Jason is barely conscious 90% of the time, our captors have to inject him with adrenaline or use smelling salts when they want to play with him.

I dont know where or what Dax is doing, I was worried he would be taken along with us but if he has, then they aren't keeping him near us. Which would be strange as they love having us witness each other be tortured and me abused. I was so humiliated at first that the men would abuse me infront of Jason and Freddie, but eventually I became comforted I knowing that they were there mentally to support me. How fucked up is that. The voices in my head are my main companions when the boys aren't awake. Because Dax isn't going to rescue you.

Every day starts the same, sometimes we're woken up by being sprayed down with cold water, then fed a stale hunk of bread and occasionally some dog food. Jason is usually woken up first as they want us to watch each other so he gets to watch us as the adrenaline wears off, then my first round of men before Freddie has his daily fight with someone. Sometimes more men get sent down to me later on but otherwise we're left alone from then on. It's just a repeating nightmare that I can't wake up from. Even if we do escape, I know i'll be able to cope, it's just an extension of the years of abuse I've already suffered, but I don't know about the twins. Freddie is pretty much being his psychotic self but he could be in denial, and Jason is broken beyond repair.. his arm is useless and is purple in colour, he doesn't fight back and doesn't even flinch when pain is inflicted. He's just given up. I don't even know what they want from us, if we will be sold on or whether we're just flesh to play with. I can't imagine them trying to find out information about anything... but you never know.

BANG!!!

The door slams open behind us, and here we go.

"So who wants a shower? Because not going to lie, you guys reek!" Well obviously.. all we can do is soil ourselves as we aren't allowed off the chains.

I can hear the sqeal of the tap as he turns it on, the rush of the water as it passes down through the hose. He cleans off Jason first in hope that the blast will bring him to the land of the living. It must be expensive to keep acquiring adrenaline, I don't know why they even bother to keep Jason alive. Maybe to show the extremes they will go to. The guy, I call him cunt face number four (CF4) in my head.. I used to call him that to his face but that earned me a violent rape of my ass so I no longer say things outloud if I can help it.

CF4 aims the spray straight at Jason's cock. We're all naked now and have been for about five days, they eventually cut everything off of us. Jason stirs slightly and groans whilst rolling his head to the side.

"Come on, wakey wakey, I want to play with you!" Jason doesn't open his eyes but he does try to stand up better. "You can to better than that! Come on you sissy."

"I'm.. not.. a.. sissy.." Jason manages to huff out slowly.

"Jas, don't give them the satisfaction." I try to comfort him. Suddenly I'm blasted in the tit with a hard jet of cold water causing me to squeal and rock in my chains.

"I'd leave him alone missy. The more you get involved with him... the more I'll be involved with you... your choice." Jas manages to open his eyes and gives me a look that says shut up. What's the point anymore.. we're all going to die in here, so I shut up and keep my thoughts to myself.