Never Let Me Go

Chapter 8 - Rescue

Why can’t I just die? No one was coming to save me. All hope of being rescued fled from my mind as I could hear breathing, screams and groans all around me. I signed, lying on the thin mattress I had been forced onto. I was given a better mattress then most of the other girls as I was referred to as a ‘screamer’. Meaning I’m not willing as they rape me, making it more of a thrill apparently. Every time my curtain twitched, my nerves ran cold. Not again, not another time. No more. The cold chain around my neck clinked against the cemented floor of the building. An idea rushed into my mind. There was no weapon that could kill me, but if I strangled myself enough I could die from lack of oxygen. I tried to sit as far as I could from the wall, switching to a laying position. Bracing my feet against the wall I pushed as if I were going to stand. The metal felt good against my skin, tighter. Tighter! My vision started to blur, I was going to die. I started to smile.

My feet were suddenly pulled out from underneath me. Men were piling in the area around me. Shouting, restraining me. I tried to scream, to kick out at them. Pain exploding under my eye, black dots spotted my vision as I could feel the chain around my neck being taken off. My hands were placed above my head, tied to the ground. Exposing my body to all who dared look at me. I didn’t care about my nudity anymore, being naked for so long only made my hatred for my own body grow.

“You bastards!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, struggling. Wanting to be free in any form.

“Let me go, damn you all.” One more swing and I was knocked out. Blackness swallowed me.

They say before you die your life flashes before your eyes, unfortunately I can’t tell you about mine as I was rudely interrupted. I had the classic case of tunnel vision. Black surrounding a tiny circle of white light. I also felt like I was hung over without the pleasure of knowing I had a damn good night. My head was pounding through lack of anything nourishing. The only good thing about being chained up 24/7 is that you lose a lot of weight very quickly. I always felt on the chubby side. I was starting to talk nonsense and I knew it. The littlest things started to amuse me, I started giggling at how odd my knees looking from a laying down position.

I had finally lost my sanity.