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CW: on page sexual assault (happens in sloane's past), sex trafficking, bow and arrow wounds, blood, oral sex, thigh fucking, flirtatious bucky, demanding bucky, possessive bucky.
SLOANE
TEN YEARS AGO
TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NEW MEXICO
"I think I wait for people to hurt me," she said quietly, "and when they do I feel a certain smugness at being right. And after that, I just feel pain."
- Sue Zhao
I creep through the building, a handcuff dangling from my wrist and a bloodied knife clutched in my fist. It's strange, I've been here for six months, give or take a few weeks. They don't let us keep time. There are no clocks, no curtains, no daylight. Time is both endless and non-existent here. But I've been counting. They only feed us once a day, scattering the meal times so that we never know, but it's only once a day.
So, I just kept count in my head. There was nothing else to do.
I still don't know what this place is. It feels like a prison, and it echoes like a hospital. I hear metal doors, the sound of wheels rolling against the floor, and the jingle of keys.
It smells like iron, mold, and rotting wood. I've heard the other girls in here, but never actually seen them. We're kept sequestered so that we don't formulate any escape plans.
Most of us are confined to a bed. Bound, with our legs spread, and raped whenever they see fit. Then, they leave us alone in darkness.
All there is to do is think. And feel the bruises they make on your neck. The bite marks on your thighs. Or their disgusting cum soaking into the mattress.
The real joke is that some of them look at you like they give a shit about you.
That I'm so sorry I have to do this to you look.
I came to loathe that look over the years. That look was what made me slit his throat. I took pleasure in the fact that he bled out on top of me.
I've been shuffled around with this same group of addicts and lowlifes since I was 14. Whatever money they make off of me and the other girls goes to drugs, because it certainly doesn't go to feeding us. If I had to guess, I weigh about 85 pounds.
Everything in me aches. My skin hurts, and I swear, my organs are starting to give out.
