The TypeWriter

Section XV

TW: Mentions of Rape and Abuse

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times before fully opening them

He looked only to find himself in a dark room, and after a bump a few seconds later, he realized it was a vehicle

He couldn't see that well, but it was obvious he wasn't here alone

His clothes were also different, and he found his custom binder was gone

He couldn't help but panic a little, but he didn't dare search around for it since he didn't know who was in here or how many

He just crawled over to a wall and leaned against it as he held his legs close to body

It was cold
    It got colder
         And colder

Until he felt like he was going to die from how cold it became

Then he realized how familiar this whole event felt

This happened a few years ago, this exact event, in this exact car, it wasn't his first time but
         it was the first time he was unable to escape before anything terrible happened

It was the reason why he hated leaving his home, why he even had kids.

He didn't want to relive this
     He hated this day

When he was taken just as many others were, his body used for something he did not want

He and one other were the only ones of seven who survived what those men did in time for the cops to arrive

Each second that passed hurt
      It felt like there was no hope of escaping

He didn't know who or what called the cops, just that they were called

But what use was it? He'd already suffered at least a week of this torment

The others had already suffered fatal injuries, if not death by now, they went rough and used all sorts of things to gain pleasure

They didn't care if those they took died or not. They just wanted for pleasure.

Bad had suffered the sharp end of the knife so he could at least get, if not himself, then one of the victims out alive.

But at the time, he wasn't even sure that either of them would get out

He was just hanging onto whatever hope he could grasp at the time

His friend, despite getting the dull end of the knife, seemed devoid of emotions

Either way, they both needed serious help. They both suffered terrible wounds all over

Bad, despite getting roughed up the worst didn't suffer badly, mentally wise.

He couldn't speak for the other lady. She may have been fine wound wise, but her mind? It was shattered.