A Spark of Hope

Chapter Two: Hell has many names

Tears streamed down Carron's face. She wondered why no one did anything. Didn't anyone see her being grabbed? Didn't anyone hear her scream?

The metal was hard and cold and had a strange taste. Carron watched as Tyrone pulled the trigger back. This was all too much. She closed her eyes and heard a clicking sound. He pulled the gun out of her mouth. Her eyes shot open and she looked straight into Ty's cruel wild eyes.

"Bind her wrists and tape her mouth. Put her into the car!"

Carron started to scream again and was instantly hit on the side of the head with the Glock and passed out.

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It was dark; the room smelled of Heroine and alcohol. Carron could barely see through all the haze. She looked around the room. Her wrists face and head throbbed. She attempted to lift her hand to her face, but it was stuck. She looked to see why and became painfully aware she was tied to a bed. She was naked. Fear escalated into a panic when Tyrone entered the room.

"Good you awake," a few of Tyrone's friends walked in behind him looking high.

Ty looked behind him, "My friends want to thank you for a magnificent time they had with you earlier on."

They wiped their mouths with the back of their hands, "Pity you weren't awake doll. It would have been much more interesting for all of us."

Carron let out an ear piercing scream. Ty leaned over and put the volume louder on the boom box and then climbed onto the bed. He ran his hands down Carron's body and then grabbed her face with one hand, "Welcome to Hell!"

He walloped her, and she blacked out again.

When Carron came to, daylight flooded the room. She felt like a train had hit her. Her head and body throbbed. There was a sticky substance on her body, and she felt nauseous. Her groin ached, and she could smell blood. Everything was quiet. She lay still, thoughts flooding her mind from the previous night's events when into the room walked a man. He looked vaguely familiar. He had a needle in his hand.

"Good, you awake. I brought breakfast."

"No don't!"

He violently stuck the needle into her arm and pressed the syringe down, injecting the liquid into her vein.

Carron drifted off.

When she came around, it was dark outside, and there was a man on top of her. He smelt appalling. He was groping her and grunting. He was heavy and was very rough with her. He was enjoying her breasts. He was sucking on the one while manhandling the other. It felt as though her nipple would detach. She let out a small whimper. The man heard it. He looked up at her with an intense lust and started speaking with a Greek accent, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your breasts are so round and firm. They taste like freshly baked bread." He moved off of her and lay on his side next to her and looked down the rest of her body saying, "Your body is perfect." He ran his one hand down her torso and then stopped by her groin. He plunged his fingers into her and started grunting and moaning.

Carron wished she was dead.

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Carron lost count of how many days she was in the hell hole. Morning would come, and she would get injected with something. She would sleep all day only to awake to someone violently having sex with her. There would be men coming in and out all night, doing things to her she never imagined. Sometimes she would be untied and forced to do sexual things in a group with both men and woman.