Deck of Cards

Day 2- Sally

Queen of Diamonds- clothes making for 0hrs

Sally's POV

WARNING: May be triggering for violence and sexual assault

My night's sleep was rough, the cuts that I had accumulated the day before from the dogs seemed to sting every time I moved and they rubbed painfully against the rough floor. I knew they would get infected- badly. There was no way to tell if it was night or day time, the only indicator was when the food was delivered to my cell. Well they called it food but really it was mush on a plate. Disgusting, gone off mush.

I heard the warden clank through the corridors probably going to take me to my next activity. Crap, I thought- I hadn't turned over my card. What had they said about not doing that? They would shoot you.

Quickly, I ran over to my pile of cards and flipped over the next card with great hurry. It was the Queen of Diamonds. The Queen had always been my favorite card, I always thought she had some majestic flare about her but when I looked at her then all I saw was evil. Pure and utter evil radiating off her.

The guard came over with his light clinking in his belt and the gun doing the same, it glinted in the torch's bright rays.

"Queen of Diamonds, ah what a shame. I don't get entertainment today. You would be doing clothes making but its a diamond. I always thought they should change that suit. Maybe make it a 24 hr one," he rambled on but all I heard was 'no work' and I let out a sigh of relief.

He checked behind himself, as if looking to see if anyone was watching him in the darkness of the corridors. Then he faced me again with a hungry glint in his eye and licked his chapped lips. Slowly, he unlocked my cell and walked in; his presence seemed too big for the small space and I instinctively made myself smaller.

Scrunching up my eyebrows, I didn't know what he was doing. My food was passed through a flap- he didn't have any reason to come in.

"I'll make my own entertainment" was all I heard before he fell on me. His ginormous frame landed on me and I felt the air being knocked from my lungs. His pungent smell invaded my nostrils, and I couldn't even cry. I was in too much shock.

Thrashing under his weight, I tried to get out of his iron grasp but it was no good- he had me pinned down. His ugly face was just inches from mine and I could feel his hot breath smothering me. Tears and cries fell from my mouth but nobody heard them. Nobody came. He began to rip off my clothes, tearing the seams and letting the fabric fall to the dirty floor. Soon he had me naked in his arms and he stared at me with the eyes of the devil.

"Beautiful," he spat at me like it was a compliment. I knew what was coming next, I knew what he was going to do.

"Please don't," I begged with tears running down my cheeks and my whole body trembling. He shook his head and laughed, cackled actually, and began to harshly pull at my waist.

Before I could process what was happening, a gun fired and the man on top of me fell to the floor with a thump. Shocked, I looked down at his lifeless body. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. One minute his hands were violating me, the next minute they were lying on the floor unmoving.

Loud footsteps echoed down the corridor, and a young man appeared at my cell, staring worriedly at me. When I snapped out of my trance,I realised that he was staring at my exposed body and I tried to grab my ripped clothes but he stepped inside and stopped my hand with his gentle touch.

"I'll get you some more clothes later," he said in a low voice as he lifted up the bleeding body, slinging it over his shoulder. I was left in my empty cell ,with the door now locked, to process what had happened.

It seemed like years before the man returned, a T-shirt and jogging bottoms in hand as well as underwear. Awkwardly, I changed in front of him, facing the wall not wanting him to see the tears that were spilling from my eyes. Facing him again, I saw pity etched on his face- he looked genuinely sorry.

"That won't happen again, at least not on your free days," he said vaguely, not meeting my eyes. With that statement, he left me there in the darkness to weep. I had almost lost something sacred and that scared me a lot. How long would it be before that happened again? He had said it all in his short sentence- it would happen just not on my free days. I wanted to be home sat in my bed, not in a cell with his hands still crawling over me.

I can still feel them now.