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Capital 22

Yilleta:
I woke up. Something heavy lay across my stomach holding me to the bed.
I tried to move my hands which resulted in a chattering sound.
"What are you doing?"
The voice sent goosebumps through my body.
It sounded dangerous.
I looked over and the memories from last night came flooding back.
"We're having visitors later, so you can take a shower and get a t-shirt from me!"
I just nodded.
" Good girl"
He removed the handcuffs and my hands were finally free again.
Josh stood up and walked out of the room.
"20 minutes!"
I got up and went to the bathroom.
The shower was nice.
I went in and turned on the water.
The warmth flowed through my body.
A short time passed before I got out of the shower and put on Josh's t-shirt and shorts underneath.
The t-shirt was a great dress for me.
Suddenly the door opened and Josh came in.
He scanned my body briefly before grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the room.
When I arrived in the living room there were at least 25 men looking at me, all between 30 and 60.
"So this is the Little Mansarja"
I took a small step back.
"For so long we thought you were dead. There was no one left for Revenge. And then the little one comes back like the miracle."
"The Golden Child"
Everyone probably had the same ideas about how today would happen. Revenge.
"Everyone has 10 minutes to do everything but kill," Josh said.
"Marcus you can start"
I took a step back but hit my back against the wall.
My arm was passed from Josh to Marcus.
He pulled me into a room.
I tried to resist him but each time he pulled me harder.
"Don't make this so difficult for both of us.
After all, your parents killed my entire family."
"I'm sorry to hear that but I have nothing to do with it" my voice sounded pleading.
"You are their child, you should feel revenge for your actions"
The door was closed behind me and I received the first blow.
I was pinned against the wall and blow after blow followed.
I endured it all, his screams, his beatings, his insults, everything.
After 10 minutes the next one came and he did the same as the first.
When I finally got to 20, I was almost on the verge of tipping over.
He came in.
It was a man aged 45.
His hands began to stroke my body.
"You must find yourself as disgusted as I found myself.
Because of you my whole life has changed.
I became addicted to drugs and tried to murder myself 5 times.
I want you to try to murder yourself just as often until it works because you're such scum.
You should never have been born because you're a fucking freak.
You are useless to everyone"
I stopped listening to him.
Then the beatings started.
At the end of the 10 minutes I was on the floor and he kicked me.
So did the next three and only 1 was ahead of me.
He came into the room with a huge grin.
I sat in the corner
I couldn't even stand anymore.
He pulled me up and pushed me against the wall.
"You definitely don't need all your fingers anymore"
He showed his hand two fingers were missing.
"Please, please don't"
He took my little finger in his mouth and started biting slowly.
The pain shot through my body and I began to cry.
Quiet crying.
The tears rolled down my cheeks.
He released my finger and I quickly hid my hands.
"Give me your hands"
I shook my head.
Then came the first blow.
After five strokes he suddenly took out a whip.
I closed my eyes and the first blow came quickly.
It really slapped and a stabbing pain spread across my stomach.
I stopped counting after the fifth.
Tears just flowed down my cheeks.
"Times Up!!"
I felt my heart beat more and more weakly and then I fell over on the floor.
Everything felt like I was about to die.
Apparently I did that too.
I heard voices. Distant voices talking about me.
A cold floor over which my body was dragged.
I heard the laughter of the 25 men.
I no longer felt anything, as if my spirit was out of my body.
I was pulled onto a stone floor and my hands were pulled up until I was hanging somewhere.
I heard two voices talking and then a hand stroked my neck.
Their voices were mumbled but it was Josh and someone else.