Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

Why don't you do Right?!

Warning: extreme themes, sexual assault, extreme violence, high counts of swearing and drugs. Probably not all in this chapter, but chapters to come..Proceed with Caution
They forced me onto my feet and from there I could fully feel the extent of my injuries. My head spun and throbbed from the pain. One of my legs didn't feel too great and my chest hurt all too bad. I had a hard time breathing. I tried to take deep breaths, but could barely stand on my own and was shoved violently along toward that familiar, bright area. The Strip. "Hurry up!" One the men, the shortest one bellowed and I staggered along as best as I could. They had bounded my hands with old rags and ropes. I couldn't feel my fingers so well anymore, the circulation to them was being cut off.

Once inside those gates again, the flashy lights, the music, it all brought me back to the day we infiltrated the Tops casino. And by thinking about that another thought slithered it's way back into my head. Revi's death. I shut my eyes tight, willing the memory to go away, but it stuck. And then I tripped over a pothole in the road. I fell onto the guy in front of me who kept walking, but only because he didn't fall. I fell harder than I thought and the pain in my chest started again. I couldn't breath, I heaved and strained tears burned the corners of my eyes once again. Maybe they had broken one of my ribs.
And this is exactly what happened. We finally arrived at the Gomorrah, it was a nice place and all, but I wasn't exactly here to admire it's beauty. They forced me into a closet-like room with other women who looked just as scared and battered as me. There was about twelve of them.

 "A new one huh?! They just don't stop!" One female, in the far corner cried. I glanced at some of these others, the faint smell of blood and sweat stinging my nose. "H-how long have you all been in here?" I said. "2 weeks," a woman on my right wheezed. "A day and a half," three others breathed. The rest hadn't answered, but silently acknowledged me. I took the responses and swirled them around in my head, with the rest of my jumbled thoughts. We are all here because..? I was gonna figure this out and get us all out of here. I am here because..

Because I am paying off Benny's debts? There must be more to that. It was humid, musty and warm in the room. It was hard to breathe..and every time I did it hurt..and I was starting to make a faint wheezing sound. "Hey," a woman said from the other side of the room. At me. "Yea--" Before I could talk to her the door flung open and I stumbled out first, followed by two others. The big men in grimy suits shoved the others back inside and sad weeps could be heard shortly after. "Where are we going?" I murmured to myself and it was a wonder one of the men heard me. "The big man wants to see his new girls." I fiddled with my bindings once more. "What about the other women?" He didn't say anything further, but a grunt in warning emitted from the other male. "Are they getting to come out soon?" No more answers, but I kept asking questions. They never replied, but you could see the resistance they had, the urge to hurt me was strong. We walked through the dimly lit casino and showroom, men everywhere. The women that I did see were dancers. All of them looked drugged abused and used. The closer we got to the terrible scenes the sicker I felt. The smell wasn't making it any better. I turned to look back at the other two women who trailed behind me. One was on my heels, her mascara streaking her pale cheeks, but she held it together. I nodded mouthing words of support. The second of the two women ran back the other way and were shot down right before our eyes. Her body smacking the cold, dirty ground and suddenly surrounded by the grungy patrons. My eyes widened and a gasped escaped both me and the surviving woman's mouth. We didn't see much else as her corpse was picked over by the random people and we were hurried upstairs.

On the second floor we were eyed curiously by the other females, they looked healthier, cleaner and sassy. Many rolled their eyes and one just had the balls to spit right on my cheek, then she turned away from me. "This bitch won't make it one night here,"  she said. I cracked, jumping at her, my hands still tied. I beat her over the head with my fists and caught her throat through my hand's ties. I leaned back so the force was harder on her neck and soon she was choking. I was trying to strangle the life right from her. Some bastard managed to grab me flinging my little ass across the room the opposite way. I landed hard and breathing was even harder with the impact. I drank in gallons of air, writhing. Feet were at my head in an instant, but it wasn't the woman I choked or a guard. "Lady 6, it's an honor." My hair was taken into his large rough hands and he stood me up. Hissing in pain I got a good look at him, finally to my feet and he dropped my tendril-like locks. "Good, now that we're face to face. You work for me now. You're one of my girls now. I don't give a fuck what business you have with anyone outside my establishment, because now you belong to me."
He was a tower of a male, a thunderous voice and beady little cautious eyes. He was an unattractive human-being. Inside and out. "Now." He twisted one of my nipples through the thin material of my shirt, I winced, face contorting in pain. Then he rested the other hand on my shoulder. "If you hurt my Rhonda again, I'll have you gutted, chopped up and flushed down the toilet." He shoved me away. "Go take your funky asses down to the bath house, wash your bodies so they're nice and ready and then come back up here to get your new clothes." Me and the unknown woman made eye contact but didn't say a word. "Can we have our clothes....now?" Her strong, but shaky voice sounded through the air. "JUST! Do what I said!" He bellowed recruiting someone to take us to the bath house. It was the woman I'd attacked, Rhonda.
-couple hours later-
We had bathed, had the uncomfortable walk back upstairs to receive our shameful clothing. I mean, I wasn't against stripping and dancing, but I didn't like the idea of me being either. I'd never felt so vulnerable in my entire, recall-able life time. Our feet were bare against the dirty floor and the rooms were hot as hell. The less clothes was actually better, but not this way. I just remember creeping along the catwalk, arms shielding my half naked body and having all those hungry pupils glued to me. Some guy reached for my foot yanking me down onto the stage. I was genuinely terrified, a cold spark ran up my leg from where he grabbed me. I fell and my elbows made contact just as my ass hit the platform. How did I end up here?

Those thoughts still raced through my mind as I sat silently in one of the swinging cages on the main stage, my feet hanging out of the front into the dark abysmal space. It was pitch black and everyone had retreated back to there own rooms. Cries echoed through the large damp room as well as faint moans. This place was a nightmare, it was right out of a fetish film. Seriously, you wouldn't believe some of the shit I've ran into here. I moved my legs back and forth, hearing the strong chains holding the cage rattle. I held onto the crusty bars and pushed my face through them. I remembered the device on my and turned the light on. The stage was covered in sweaty, drugged dancers, but they were either sleeping or unconscious. I flashed my bright beam in another direction. Two more cages at the other end of the stage were occupied as well. A heavy sigh left my parted lips, it was going to be a while before I could leave this place..I could feel it.