Chapter Two

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"Cat, wake up. It's time for presents." Jackson's vile voice echoed through my ear. I woke finding myself lying awake in the nasty basement just like before. I spotted a few wrapped presents in front of me. He started opening the first one.

Chains.

Then the next.

My own catholic school outfit.

Then the last.

A collar with a bell.

"Is this a sick joke?" I sneered, glaring at him. He chuckled and cut the duct tape loose. I tried to escape again, but he was too fast and caught me just in time. He pinned me to the ground and tightly held my hands together so I wouldn't move. He slid my jeans off and then secured my legs, taking my shirt off. He let me go and I cowered in a corner, feeling violated and disgusted. He licked his lips and showed a half smile.

"It's even better than I imagined it. Now lets see how you are; let's take you for a test run." He chuckled, as he walked closer to me. I felt helpless, afraid and alone. The other girls turned their heads away as he did what he did. I screamed and screamed for help but to no avail. After it was over, he put the outfit and collar on me then secured me on the opposite wall of the other girls, just like how they were hanging with their feet barely touching the ground.

"I'm sorry." Cassidy mouthed to me. I turned away from them all. I felt so used and disgusting. So dirty and gross. I wanted to take a shower and try to scrub all the filth in my body away.

"Now you girls behave, I'll be back for dinner time." Jacks told us, as I heard his footsteps creak up the stairs and the door slam shut.

"Cat," Sally spoke. "I'm sorry for what he's done to you. He lured me here from a bar."

"He put an ad on craigslist for sex and I answered it." Marie said.

"He said he was a friend of my brother's and came to pick me up. That my brother was in the hospital." Cassidy sighed.

"He told me he would kill me if I didn't get in his truck." Jenna uttered.

"He dated me for a year then put me down here." Leila sneered.

I looked from one girl to another, seeing the resemblances of them and me. Was this his type? Was it me, as his type? That is so disgusting. He's- he's my brother.

"Don't talk back to him, he hates that. You just have to keep silent. He'll hurt you unless if you're quiet." Leila informed me. I shook my head as tears rolled down my face.

"You all just stood there and watched. Watched as my brother just raped me! You're just as bad as he is!" I screamed, the chains pulled at my wrists as I struggled to escape. I felt like a prisoner. I knew the only was I was leaving this basement was in a body bag like the girl in the chair earlier.

"What could we do? We've been through the same thing as you. Everyday he chooses one of us and hurts us like that, you stupid girl! Don't think you're special or anything. He's a monster to all of us. But, what can we do except stand here in horror as he takes away not only your virtue but your dignity and purity?" Leila shouted back at me. I quieted down after listening to her. It was true; what could we do? It's not like we had a voice in any of it. He was going to do this to us no matter what, regardless of our feelings. We were like helpless children in the hands of an evil soul. Too innocent for the world and too young to be tainted and hurt like this.

"What do we do now?" I asked, terrified of the answers I might recieve from the hope stipped girls.

Sally turned her head away from me and looked toward the small window, flashing a beam of light in the basement. "Wait for one of us to die. Then we make our move and get out of here."

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"Kitty Cat, time for dinner." Jacks told me, releasing me from the bound of my chains. He then shackled me to a chair, as he did with all the other girls and we sat at a table. Each place was set up and had dinner on it. I refused to eat, as I watched all of them cower in fear of him. "Cat, please eat." Jackson told me, his finger pointed to my untouched dinner. I turned away my head and hear the scraping of his chair on the cold metal floor. His footsteps neared me and I felt him grab my face. "Eat or die." He threatened me.

"I choose death." I seeth, then spat in his face. "Disgusting bastard."

With one swing of his arm, his hand came in contact with my face full force and the chair and I fell to the floor. "Bad kitty." I lifted my head a bit, my vision all blurred; he pulled my chair back up to it's original position, unshackled me and dragged me upstairs. We walked through the familiar house to a room I knew all too well. As he threw me in there, I landed on the mattress and smashed my head on the wall."Learn to behave and I'll let you out." He said, shutting the door.

"HELP ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, over and over again. Fear had taken a toll on me, the anxiety eating me alive as I waited in the small room. It was like my personal prison, all alone with nothing left but my thoughts. I cried for Mother and Daddy to help me, save me from the monster my brother was. It had been at least forty minutes when he came into the room, anger written on his face. He pinned me against the wall and lifted the skirt up and the rest was history. After he was done with me, he let me sink to the floor, all the life drained out of my eyes. I could feel my soul dying.

Was this my life now? Was I going to die like this?  

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