Never Broken

Chapter 5

Rhenn

My consciousness slowly seeps back in. I find myself lying on the back seat of the pickup truck. I can hear the two guys talking up front, but I can't take in what they are saying. Everything feels garbled in my head. I remember them injecting me with something, that must be the cause. I start wondering how long we have been driving. I try to look out the window, but my body won't cooperate. All I can see is the dark night sky. I look around the cab trying to find something, anything that will give me any clue as to where we are or where we are going, but the truck it clean. There doesn't seem to be even a crumb of food, or an empty drink can, or any type of rubbish anywhere. There are also no stickers on the windows, which is unusual for a pickup. This truck has been purposefully kept 'non-descript'. I swallow and try to calm myself. I try to focus on something to clear the haze in my head.

"Oh lookie, sleeping beauty is awake." I hear from the front. I turn my head to see who said it, causing my head to spin. "You okay there lil' darlin', feeling good?" he sneers at me.

I answer him with a glare.

"Oh, if looks could kill." He turns to the bigger man driving. "She's gonna be fun to break, hey Frank?"

"Oh, I am looking forward to it. Pay back is a bitch and this little cunt has a lot coming." The driver, Frank growls.

I grin, enjoying the idea he is still pissed and possibly still hurting from my fighting back.

"I'd be careful, lil' darlin'," the smaller man says to me when he sees my smile, "Don't wanna piss him off too much. Frank loves makin' little girls scream."

"Shut up, Seth." Frank growls.

I watch as they return to talking between themselves. I feel so tired but am afraid to close my eyes. Unfortunately, the drugs still in my system drags me into sleep regardless.

When I next wake, I am being thrown over Frank's shoulder and carted into a dilapidated building in an industrial estate somewhere. I try my best to look around for any clue as to where I am. Going by the aches in my body we had been driving for hours. I had a little more control on my body but unfortunately the only things I could see around were overflowing bins and more abandons buildings. Nothing that would be useful. Frank walks through a side door on the building, walking to the far side of what was once a factory. It appears to have been renovated inside with rooms along the sides of the main floor. There seemed to be even more upstairs, these ones appear to be bigger, the doors are further spaced then the rooms on this level. I hear a screeching sound, like a gate being open. After a few steps I am violently dropped to the concrete floor. I feel the wind knocked out of me as I land on the unforgiving floor. I look up to see Frank sneering down at me.

"Oops, did that hurt princess?" he laughs, bending down if front of me. he pulls out a knife causing me to flinch away. He laughs harder at this. "Don't worry princess. We aren't allowed to hurt you. well, that's not entirely true, we are, but we aren't allowed to leave any marks." After saying this he leans in and cuts the ropes binding me before getting up and walking out the door of what I can now see is a cage. The door clangs shut as he looks at me. "You rest up, you will need your strength for what we have planned for you."

As he walks away, I scamper back to the far corner of the cage. Once I feel secure up against the wall as far as I can get away from them, I look around. There are four cages along the back wall of the warehouse. I look out to the floor. There is no one around. I presume it is because of the time of night, or is it now morning? I hear thumping steps and look over to see Frank making his way up the stairs. I watch as he disappears into one of the larger rooms. It is cold in here and I start trembling. I am not sure if this is from the cold, my nerves, or the drugs leaving my body. I stay in the corner, trying to make myself into a small ball. In the quiet my mind starts running. My dad sold me. I can't believe he would do that. But when I think about it more, yes, I could believe it. Our conversation runs through my head. He killed my mom. He admitted it. I thought she had left me, but he took her from me. One of my only happy points in my life had been ripped from me and once he had started to rip things away, he kept doing it, more and more. I feel my eyes stinging and try to fight back the tears. I can't let them see any weakness. They will not win. i have someone out there who wants me, who loves me, and who will fight for me, so I will fight just as hard to get back to him.