Valor

Chapter 22

*TW this does have some uncomfty stuff in it specially mentions of rape and abuse. You can skip this chapter if you want. Just know that Lilah is going through some shit right now. 

I spit out the blood that has collected in my mouth front a sucker punch to the face. I will say, this guy can definitely pack a lot of power, and there is no doubt that I'm going to have one hell of a bruise on my face after this. Whatever; another one to add to the collection I can add to especially after the last four days.

To be honest, this shit is light work compared to the shit marco put me through. The only thing I'm happy about is that these assholes haven't even attempted to rape me. I think it's a matter of principle at this point, but I won't put it past them especially if I don't break soon.

Let's recap.

The first say was the normal torture that you would expect to break someone down. Cutting their skin to the muscle, leaving a permanent mark on their skin. Cattle prodding them until the burns blitter. I will say that this guy knows exactly what he's doing–targeting all the sensitive parts of my body but whenever he got close to make those cuts he must have saw the ones I already have. Clearly I've been through this before and if I survived it then, I will survive it now.

I am a little mad that he cut my tits up, I mean it's one of the rare spots that wasn't fucked up after my time with Marco and now I'm sure my sex appeal has gone down at least ten points. The needles through my nipples was a little much but I'm kind of liking the look. Maybe I'll keep them.

Day two was waterboarding and it was a new form of torture for me. It definitly was not the best experience, and clearly these guys knews the ins and outs to make sure it was extremely painful without forcing me to pass out. It felt like my heart was beating a thousand beats a minute and my lungs felt like they were on fire by the end of it. I'm not even sure how long it lasted, but my internal clock is positive it was hours before they finally gave up. By that time I was stripped down to my bra and panties and I did not appreciate the wandering eyes from every man that walked in. I thoroughly assumed that rape was next on the table, but surpringly it wasnt.

Day three was being hung up by my arms until my shoulders felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. They blasted heavy metal at an unreasonably loud volume in the pitch black of the basment. I was exhausted at this point and all I wanted was to close my eyes, but they made sure I couldn't. I will say they are doing a good job of stripping me down to my bare bones with this torture and if I was any other person I'm sure I would be long broken by now.

I've spent every waking minute cataloging the actions of the men that visit me. I know the ins and outs of their schedules, who they trust, and who angers them the most. It's only a matter of time before I finally escape, but I'm waiting it out until I meet the main responsible for this shit. I don't know much about the gangs in this area–I only pay attention to the jobs I get. There is no doubt these guys are in a gang considering that all they've been demanding day and night has been information on the Valors.

I knew even making contact with those brothers was a mistake, but I'm shocked they think I'm the in they need. I've seen they a handful of times and even within those interactions, I haven't gotten close enough to gage their weaknesses. Sure I know a few things about how to emotionally break them but nothing substantial. You don't go psychologically breaking people in gangs. That won't win you any brownies points. It's actually a pussy move if I'm being honest.

The only thing I'm glad about is they don't know shit about Casey. Considering they stalked my apartment, I am very glad Casey is MIA the majority of the week whether it be with friends or working. If they knew about her, this would all be over.