Separated

Chapter 21 - Minori

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Just to set the scene, this chapter is a flashback.

Warning: This chapter explores kidnapping and rape. It is a very sensitive topic and you may find it distressing. Please take care of your wellbeing and read what is comfortable for you.

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Nine years ago. Minori Aged 12 years old.

I scream as loud as I can. But no matter how loud I scream, no one comes to get me. No matter how many times I scream, my desperate calls are left unanswered.

The people around me, many who I can see were girls my age laid around the dirty concrete floors, with haunting facial features. Blank but scary. Like they are empty.

Onichan and Otosan had empty faces. But they were of a different kind. I didn't know how to describe it but their ones where comfortable. They never scared me. But the girls here made me want to leave.

Some of the girls told me to be quiet. That I was too loud. That I was annoying them.

That no one would save me.

But they are wrong.

Onichan and Otosan would. They would save me.

I wondered whether I should keep screaming or not but deciding that saving my energy was probably for the best. And my throat was starting to hurt. Not because the girls told me to. I was raised by my parents to rule over people. Not to be ruled under.

I bring my legs closer to my chest and lay me head on my knees. This place was so dark. So weird. So awful. It was a small room, with no windows, one toilet and one sink. There were two old, grossly stained mattresses. The stain looked like dirt. Or maybe mud. I couldn't be sure.

There was a door, but I hadn't seen it open since I got here. I tried to open it, but it didn't work. I was too weak. Maybe Onichan can open it. He was strong. Besides Otosan, he was the strongest person I knew.

I waited and waited. I didn't know the time. There was no clock. But I didn't close my eyes. I didn't like sleeping anywhere but my bed. Otosan said I need to know places that was safe for me and places that are dangerous for me.

This place was definitely dangerous for me.

I wanted Okasan. I wanted her to hold me close and tell me it's okay.

Then suddenly, the door creaks open and I think its Onichan or Otosan. But it wasn't. It was the man who dragged me here. As the man walks closer, all the girls and some boys who all had scary blank faces moved over to the closest wall. Their blank faces were replaced with fear.

What were they scared of?

"Hey new little girl, let's go."

"Are you taking me back?" I ask but before I get a reply, I was pulled to my feet, and I was dragged from outside the room dirty dark room. I tried to pull away from his hold, but he was too big, and I was too small.

The outside was still dirty, but the bright lights made me dizzy. Too bright. I don't like it here. 

The man who took me here continued to pull me along the corridor and then pushes open a door and shove me inside, before closing the door. This new room was very similar to the one I was in before.

There was another gross mattress with the similar muddy dirty stain. There wasn't much else. Oh, but there was a clock. It read, 3:44. Okasan taught me how to read it but was it morning or was it afternoon? I don't know. I need to go outside to know for sure.

And then, another man pushes himself off the right wall. I didn't know he was there.

"Who have we got?" The man from the wall says. I don't like his voice. It sounds scratchy. I don't like it.

"Dolled up Asian Princess."

"Hmm, perfect."

"I'm Japanese." I say. Asian was too broad and Asia was a very big place. I learnt many countries in school, and Otosan said to take pride in who I was.

"Even better." The man from wall replies before taking a hold of my hand from the man who forced me here. It was rough. It hurt. I try to pull away and I do.

"That hurts."

"She has fucking bitchy attitude."

"You're using very bad language." Okasan said bad language was not good. That we will be punished if we used them.

The man from the wall crouches down so I was at eye level with him. I'm not supposed to think this, but he was ugly. His face had all the necessary things, but it was all mushed together.

"I'll tell you something, bitch. You are no princess. You will be our slaves. You will never leave here. No one will save you."

No, that's not true. Onichan and Otosan will find me. I know they will.

He grabs my arm once again and then before I can punch or kick him, he throws me on dirty mattress. I strangle in his hold and with my free hand, I punch him on his chin. His head falls back a little and then I kick him like Otosan taught me.

"Get the fucking drugs!" He yells and the man that took me here bring something over to him. A needle. I didn't like needles. They hurt. Not for long, but I still didn't like it. I need Onichan to have needles.

"No! No! No needles!" I scream and kick and yell, but the needle still pricks my arm. Then, everything started feeling weird. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't move anything. My vision became blurry, but I could still see a little.

The man releases his hold on my arm and then starts to undo his belt.

Why is he doing that?

And then he pulled down his pants and then his underwear.

Why was he taking his clothes off? But there were no showers here.

"You will become like all the other fucking little bitches here. You will do as I say." He says, and then pulls may underwear down. I try to stop it, I needed to stop it.

But my hands and arms wouldn't move.

I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared.

"Though I must say, you have very nice long hair. Very nice indeed." And then he wraps my hair around his hand. And then something touches and fills me.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Make it stop!

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

I don't know what happened.

But the clock read 4:04. 20 minutes since I got here. I still couldn't move. Everything hurt. Something warm trickled down my thigh. I didn't know what it was.

I was taken back to the room with all the girls and boys.

I wanted to cry. But no tears fell.

I wanted to scream. But now I knew, that maybe, maybe the girls were right. Maybe, no one will find me.

I wanted to go home. But if my screams won't be heard, how will I go home?

So, like all the girls and boys here, I just laid there.

Because maybe the girls were right.

Maybe,

No one would save me.