The Breaks In Us

Calypso - PART7

I woke up in an empty room with a single light hanging on the ceiling. My hands were tied tightly to a metal pole behind me. I looked down over my body, I had on a red lace bra with matching underwear, which I wasn't wearing before. I turned around to see Rowan tied to another pole across the room. She was wearing the same thing as me.

"Rowan!" I screamed. She lifted her head up slowly.

"Wha-" she croaked, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me. Rowan then looked down at herself and screamed,

"Aaaaaahhhh!! What happened to my clothes?!? And why am I wearing this?!?" Before I could answer, the door flew open, and in came the men. The skinny one held up both of our clothes, then dropped them to the floor in the middle of the room.

"If you want your clothes come get them," He told us. I pushed off the pole, but bounced back because of the handcuffs and hit the pole with my back. Rowan got onto the ground and tried to reach it with her foot, but it was useless. She stood back up and huffed,

"Let us go!"

The skinny one walked up to her and placed a hand on the hem of her panties, saying.

"It's so sexy to watch you struggle, baby. I could probably get off on it right now" He pressed himself onto Rowan and started to kiss her neck. Tears ran down her cheeks, as she squirmed under him.

"Don't touch her!" I screamed at him. The skinny one stepped away from Rowan, looked over at me and chuckled.

"Look at her, trying to save her slut friend, or should I say virgin friend?" I looked over at Rowan whose eyes widened.

"Ha! So she is a virgin, that means I have to do my best with her," He said caressing Rowan's cheek.

"Stop! No! Take me instead!" I told him. He looked at me and said smirking,

"Ha! No, you're not freshmeat, your daddy told us everything."

Rowan looked at me still crying.

"Wh-what do you mean?" She asked innocently.

"Nothing, it means nothing," I said quietly hanging my head. The one with tattoos came up to me and said,

"You're all used up slut, now what are you gonna do?" He laughed and walked out the door with the round faced one. The skinny one uncuffed Rowan, tied her hands around her back with a rope, and dragged her out of the room. I collapsed to the floor and began to sob into my shoulder. How could I let this happen? I was beyond upset, now I was angry. I looked around the room to see if there was anything I could you to get out of here. I looked on the ground in front of me, there was a silver key. The one with the tattoos must have dropped it. I reached for it with my foot and it just touched the tip. I kicked it behind my back and grabbed it with my hand. After a couple of seconds I heard a soft click, removed my wrist from the cuffs and stood up. I ran over to the pile of clothes and quickly changed into mine, carrying Rowan's. In the dark corner of the room I saw my hammer, so I picked it up and pushed through the door. There was only one room down the long narrow hallway. I sprinted to it and pushed through the door with the hammer ready to swing. Inside the room was Rowan laying on the bed screaming and crying, while on top of her was the skinny one grinding slowly. The tattooed one was holding her arms out, and the round faced one held her legs apart. The tattooed looked at me and ordered,

"Get out! Bitch!"

I swung the hammer at the round faced one's head, and he collapsed to the ground in a pool of his own blood. The skinny one turned to face me, and when he got up I punched him in the gut. He groaned and fell over onto the floor. The tattooed one lunged at me, but I kicked him in the groin and smashed the hammer over his head. He fell to the ground in a lump on top the the skinny one. I took a breath and gave Rowan her clothes. She was still sobbing, but not as much as before. Once she was dressed I gave her a hug and said,

"It's OK, you're safe now."

I rubbed her back gently and waited for her to calm down.

"Can we go now?" She asked. I nodded and grabbed her hand leading her out of the door. We ran down the hallway and turned to go up the stairs. I looked around the room. It had a coffee table and some chairs around it in a circle. On top of the table was a gun.

"There!" Rowan pointed to a door that lead out to the woods. She grabbed my arm pulled me towards the door. A big smile was plastered across her face, until we heard someone say.

"Where do you think you're going?"