Clouded

Hope

Skye's Perspective

It had been the longest time before I was finally released, and by released I mean let out of that damned room. Though as soon as the light touched my skin I regretted even looking down. I had been given underwear to partially cover myself but it did nothing to hide the scrapes, cuts and burns that covered my entire body. I was surprised I could even walk, well not perfectly, I had fallen after the first couple of steps but Ethan wasn't having any of it, he pulled me up with a hand fisted in my knotted hair, only to spark my eyes with fresh tears.

Ethan was a monster. He was one of the institutes trainers. All muscle and intimidation. Much like Derek who was the other trainer, but he was a little lighter when it came to punishment, he more so only cared for his own pleasure. Both were heartless, cold individuals with hard stone faces that barely moved an inch, though both always held the same vile sadistic smirk.

Then there was Victor. The owner of the place and he was brutal. I had only met him on a handful of occasions and needless to say, I couldn't walk, talk or function properly afterwards. The recovery process was me led unconscious for full days with the hope to never wake up. But I always did, because no matter what, I always opened my eyes to find myself in a pool of my own blood. Much like earlier.

"I do hope my dear little Robin, that you have learned your lesson, I would hate to have to have a repeat of last night.." He chuckled, sarcasm heavy in his tone.

I could only nod meekly in response. My name wasn't Skye here, It was Robin. We all had nicknames here and should we even speak another name, we were punished.

"Use your words little one.." his voice may have seemed friendly at first but it was fake, I had learned that a long time ago and now I could hear the hidden threat behind it.

"Y..Yes sir" I coughed, spluttered and wheezed all at once, in one awful sound that seemed to barely satisfy him. I could only taste the bitter metallic blood at the back of my throat, which was hoarse from my screaming only hours previous.

"Good girl.. Shower, return to your room, if you aren't there in half an hour I'll have Victor pay you a little visit.. after all, he's in town for the next few days due to that little stunt you pulled, hope it was worth it" he winked before he left and I heard the sound of the door as it was locked behind him.

The place we were kept was small, narrow and bleak. We basically lived in the upstairs of the complex, several rooms lined both sides of the hallway with a single bathroom at the farthest end. There were six bedrooms, three on each side of the corridor with our names clearly labelled on plaques to show which room was ours, though there was a spare room, 'The Toy Room' where all sexual orientated toys were stashed. It was simplistic, bare and lifeless.

Downstairs was where a customer would choose the girl they desired, pay and be spoken through the drill, we had no safe words, no rules, they could freely use the toy room as they pleased and we would be left bruised and battered by the end of the sessions. Sometimes we were lucky, other times we would barely escape with our limbs in tact. It was its own form of hell.

I limped down the hall, reading each plaque as I went, The toy room, Crystal, Amber, Coral, Maple and my room, clearly labelled Robin and then at the very end, The bathroom. Which I was quick to enter before anyone could see me. They wouldn't dare leave their rooms unless it was necessary, we had all learned to stay in our rooms, because should a customer walk in to find us missing. Well, we would be buried six feet under by the time they were finished with us.

I stepped into the hot water that sprayed in thick droplets, but my legs refused to hold me a second longer and I collapsed into a sitting position in the bath, allowing the rushing water to wash away the blood, both fresh and dried upon my skin and sting each and every cut sliced across my body.

It wasn't as bad as it could have been, sure we were only fed once a day, but showers and water was plentiful, they had to keep us clean and pretty for customers after all.

However after my time with Sean, I could only feel empty.

I finished up as quick as I could physically manage, counting roughly fifteen minutes before I returned to my room. The walls of my room were a light blue, without a single window in sight. Inside sat a little desk and chair in a corner with a small mirror to accompany it, the surface of the desk was filled with make up mainly and a small hairbrush and a pair of hair straighteners as they didn't care for my natural hair. This was where we would pretty ourselves up to please anyone who walked in. Then in the opposite corner was a wardrobe, filled with different outfits, most slutty and crude, others rather beautiful. Though it was up to Ethan and Derek what we wore. Customers could also make requests, however those were rare as most didn't care about what we would wear, more so what was underneath. Then in the centre of the room sat a freshly made, double bed. Which could barely fit in the room, considering its size. I could count my blessings that the rooms weren't bad, fresh beds and clean clothes was something I could appreciate.

Everything may have looked innocent, but the rooms were littered with hidden camera's and every one of us were treated like whores. Morning and night we were used to pleasure others, whether it be Ethan and Derek who were bored, or a passing customer, we were busy. Other times we would be tortured for the hell of it, and then, in the worst cases, Victor would show up and demand us all to line up down the hall so that he could take his pick, sometimes choosing more than a couple of us at once. It was dire, miserable and each and every day would repeat itself. Over.. and over, something I thought I would never be able to escape.

I did escape though, one careless night of them leaving the upstairs door unlocked, when I listened for the click of the lock that never came. So I had crept down the hall early in the morning before anyone could wake up and left, downstairs and located the nearest window, which thankfully was also unlocked. Then I ran..

It was my only chance and I had wasted it, there would be lock down now and I wouldn't be able to cough without them knowing about it.

In the year that I was here, I had never left the complex, never had they allowed any one of us outside of this place. Should we be seriously injured, they would call a doctor in, some dodgy unlicensed person that was payed in sexual favours. I hadn't breathed fresh air for so long until I had escaped and I missed it already.

On the corner of my bed led a plain white dress, similar to the one I had originally left this hell hole in.

I lowered the towel I had taken from the bathroom and folded it neatly in the wash basket by the door before putting on the dress, careful not to scrape any of the fresh cuts that littered my pale skin.

Looking in the mirror I wanted to wince at my appearance.

I wasn't me anymore.. I couldn't even remember the version of me from before. Years before this ever happened when I was with Mark..

I had forgotten about him, forced myself to stop caring about where I was and who I was with, but after Sean, I couldn't stop thinking about them both and I realised more and more with each and every thought that actually.. I didn't want to die.. As much as I had been sure of death the first time around and as much as I had convinced myself that it was my only option, it wasn't.. I still had a spark of life in me that wanted to survive this.. I had hope..

Oh Sean.. What have you done to me?..