Fury

Prologue

WARNING-

There will be Mature content in this story like swearing, major violence, abuse, and even possible sexual scenes. You have been warned past this point. 

"So tell me, who was it this time? I know it wasn't you, you know better. Maybe one of those pretty little girls in the corner?" Yanking her closer by her hair he whispered in her ear, "Oh come on sweetcheeks, you know the drill don't you?" All the young girl could do was growl at him, he knew damn well she didn't like it when he set those dirty paws of his on her.

Occasionally you could hear a shriek and a sob from the younger ones in the corner, weeping with guilt but still unable to speak up for their deeds. The stale air filled with the nauseating smell of them emptying their bladders.

She snorted trying to rid of the smell filling her nose, already she was getting irritated with the guard displaying his so called authority.

"Oh, so you're going to act like a hero now? Don't think I don't remember you coming in here crying and telling me who it was the first night you spent here. Practically begging me to set you free. That you would do anything," he grinned with a glint in his eye whilst saying that. And she prayed to the Goddess that second to not lose her self-control, get up, fight the mutt and possibly get killed or worse, punished.

But the already blood stained girl in the hands of the guard knew, she knew too well what that would mean, and she could just not be bothered with that to be honest. Opening your mouth wasn't celebrated here. She experienced it first hand.

"Well great then Wonderwoman, I guess you'll just be the one who's taking the blame tonight aren't you?" Grinning from ear to ear the female was dragged out of that hell hole to the 'fun' room as they like to call it.

For what felt like hours they had their fair share of fun whipping her, resulting in her back being split open. The blood continuously dripping from her back onto the females legs on the floor. Taking turns the 3 men all gleamed with pride each time they saw a new wound being torn open and oozing with fresh blood.

They liked to get creative with their toys here, from whips with gleaming silver shards on the ends to great handcrafted knives ready to slice upon even the softest of skins.

Her hands started throbbing from where she was hung up with thick chains. Silently cursing in her head at them, trying to make minimal noise. Every time the sharp silver material made contact with her back and waist she had to bite ontoher tongue to not let out a slur of curse words and the tears forming in her eyes roll freely over her ghostly cheeks. Being here all this time has learned her to stay quiet, to not say a word and to let silence speak for you.

From time to time they would stop to admire their work of art, watching the drips fall on the ground like it was all a great masterpiece they created. After the continuous dance of her growling and them whipping it all finaly stopped.
"So for the last time, who was it?" She as much as smiled at that question, all this for a simple answer to a simple question.

They had a special technique of torturing them for their own entertainment. Each cell would get its regular daily food but once every two weeks they would lay out a plate with a big chunk of fresh meat. It would sit there taunting them basicly whispering sweet nothings in your ear, being begged to be eaten.

Of course everyone was wary about it, after Goddess knows how long of scraps and shit a big lump of deliciousness gets litterly presented on a platter. No one really understood what it all meant at beginning. Thinking it was just a treat because we they good, the food was devoured in mere minutes. After a while everyone figured out that it would be best to not eat from it, just stick to the plain shit they dare call food here. Ravishing the meat meant punishment.

They would come in screaming and demanding who ate it, who dared touch the food. The younger ones would be scared shitless not daring to defy their authority, always so eager to please in hope of being favored. Always pointing thinking it would help them, not knowing it would not. After some time they came to understand it was better to shut their trap and let one person get the backlash instead of all. But every now and then a new batch of childeren would come flooding in from Goddess knows where and it would start all over again.

So with a deranged grin she spat at them all while growling, "Go to hell you filthy pigs"

With a crooked smile, one of them spoke up, "You're ready." Barely being able to hold open her eyes she grimaced at them not understanding what it meant at the time. Not knowing what she would be thrown into. Not knowing that what she thought was saving people, innocent young children, she might hurt a lot more in the process.

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Hi! This is my intro, prologue whatever you want to call it. Hope who ever is reading it enjoyed it! I want to thank Dark_Spaces for inspiring me to write again and helping me out with a lot of stuff. The other person I want to thank is Aeviya for helping me as well and giving an honest opinion! If there are people who enjoyed it please let me know in the comments so I know it's worth to keep on writing you know. I don't think I have much more to say other than please comment and let me know you liked it? And stay tuned?

With much love, Lilly