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CHAPTER 27 - ####

Day 46

For a moment, she thought she was deaf, maybe going crazy. She couldn't feel her own body. She felt in limbo as if she had just died, however, she noticed that he could breathe.

She wasn't dead, she didn't know where she was but at least she knew she was still alive, she could fight for her life. However, there was little air so she started touching what was around her, noticing thar she e was inside a black, damp bag. She moved sharply trying to free herself. The oxygen was getting closer to running out every second and all she could do was feel colder and colder as she struggled.

-Be quiet. - She heard an authoritarian male voice that hit her head hard. She was bewildered and lost, she finally knew that this was the place where she would die, in black, stuffy plastic.

But she couldn't give up, she wasn't like that, she wouldn't give up before becoming a corpse. When she regained consciousness, she made an effort to remain conscious and avoided taking deep breaths, on the contrary,s he held his breath as best she could.

After a few minutes, she noticed that the man's breathing had disappeared so she decided to try to pull the zipper that locked her in the bag. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it, everything seemed like a failure, however, one of her brittle nails broke in the process and she decided to use it to her advantage.

The fingernail was enough to carefully unclip the zipper after a while. The strength of her thumb and index finger were enough to provide an opening in the bag.

She rises through the opening, looking around. The walls of the place where she found herself were a blinding white that shone with the lamps on the ceiling. She was in disbelief when she saw her surroundings. Girls by the dozen, all identical and all dead. The inert bodies were in bags similar to hers, open.

The shock of seeing the naked bodies mixed with the bad smell of the environment and the smell of burning flesh and chemical medicines such as disinfectant alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, potassium permanganate and other smelly chemical antiseptics.

But beyond the shock, what took over her body when she looked the other way was disgust, and disgust. On the other side of the room was a metal reservoir, surrounded by gurneys like the girls behind her and the gurney she was on. On these stretchers, the girls were in bizarre and macabre positions, with deformed body parts, all frighteningly ugly because they were dismantled. Exactly like stray dolls with manufacturing defects.

The disgust that the sight made her feel made her completely get out of the bag and start running on her uncertain legs, wanting to get out of there. At the back of the room, a sign said "Incinerator", in capital letters in a clearly visible shade of green. That was the only exit he could locate and it was the one she ran towards. Maybe it was the only way out. It didn't matter after all her only desire was to run away as quickly as possible. I had no desire to be part of that pile of dead girls. A metal door opened beneath the sign, but she got an unexpected surprise.

-Where are you going? You have to wait for your colleagues. - He said, blocking the way. He analyzed her from top to bottom, calmly.

-Mr.Wahlberg, could you show me the way home? - She read his name on the white coat he wore, hesitant but happy to find someone in that scary place. The man was still looking at her from top to bottom, with a malicious smile.

-Can I... Can you lie down? - He asked, still calm. He took her inside where she had woken up and the door closed behind him. She smiled, believing the man would help her.

He laid her on a metal table, a metal like the stretchers. She expected something special, maybe he would do a medical exam to send her home... But nothing like that, he just hurriedly unbuttoned his coat, while staring at a digital clock that she couldn't read.

He unfastened his belt, while she stared at him, confused. He lowered her pants to mid-thigh and squeezed her thighs. It wasn't the first time he did that with a body like that, it wasn't the first time he was satisfied with a body like that but it was the first time with her.

- I need to get dressed... - She muttered, dissatisfied with the situation without understanding how that would help her return home.

-Shut up. - He covered her mouth with his big, dirty and smelly hand. He felt his body being pulled against him by his hips. She felt like screaming. Their skin brushed together as she unsuccessfully struggled.

Her frustration grew with each thrust he made against her body. Maybe she should have never tried to live, maybe it was all her fault. Now, the desire to die grew.

The pain of the situation consumed her, the man's face expressed pleasure but she didn't even have the courage to look at him, the disgust spoke louder.She was thinking about how brutish he was and ignored the expressions of disgust on her face. She could feel the blood, she didn't know where, but it was everywhere.

The pain became more unbearable by the second, as if her body would burn at any moment. She wanted to get out of there, but the man had pinned her body against the metal table, using more and more force, making her feel more and more as she writhed and struggled, it was a painful battle that she was clearly losing.

His hand over his mouth didn't allow her to scream or anything like that. Finally, on an unknown impulse, she clenched her fist and threw it at the man's face, but he only laughed quietly and continued even harder. The way he was pushing himself intimately against her again made her more nervous.

Fury took over her, she couldn't give up yet. The unbuttoned coat had a pen inside it but the man was too focused on torturing her than actually worried about any mishaps that might arise.

She gripped the pen tightly, and gathered all her strength to stab it into the man's neck hard. She became distressed when she realized that her effort had not been enough to stop him.

However, a smile lit up on the girl's face when the man raised his hand to his left eye. He grunted loudly, in pain. She can't help but be happy about her revenge. The pen she held in her hand was now covered in blood.

The blood that flowed down his face was undoubtedly sensational, but when she looked at herself again and flinched, she saw that there was also blood on the metal bed but it didn't belong to the man, it belonged to herself, she knew it.