Carmen
"It's horrifying." Mia whispered, as she recounted her time here. She's been here for months; she can't remember how many. I made a mental note to come back here with backup, to try to save her and the other women being tortured by living here. The women used as toys.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, even though it wouldn't help. Those two words would not erase the months, maybe years, of memories of horror, pain, and violation. The time of going with little food, little showers, no personal space, and being used. Not many words, if any, would erase that kind of dismay.
She nodded, her head in her hands, and from her tiny whimpers I could tell she was crying.
One of the many times she has, and will, shed tears.
"Can you.... can you tell me about your former... 'dinner mate'?" I asked, slowly and treacherously.
She took a long, deep, shaky breath. "Her name was Bea," She said. "Short for Beatrice, of course. We were really close; we got here about the same time, and were dinner partners the time that she was here. I still remember our little..." Mia's eyes started to water. "C-conversations while we waited to be taken back to our nightmares. She was really pretty; I'm positive that she would have had a long, successful life if she hadn't been kidnapped and brought here. No wonder they picked her to kidnap; she was gorgeous, had a reputation, but wasn't very brave. Whenever I saw her outside this room, she looked like a deer in headlights. It was.... sad," She sighed, a lone tear going down her tear-stained cheek. "Then the day came. The day I last saw her, the day she died. We were in here, just talking as dinner continued in the main room. Then, a man came and took her, saying that her 'owner'," she spat the word as if it were poison. "Was unhappy with her, that she was no longer pretty enough, and was too skinny. That she wasn't good enough. That he wanted another woman, and she would be brought to another man, or be killed. She looked at him with a face of sheer horror I'll never forget. He took her arm, picked her up and started to drag her. I screamed, and she looked at me. Her eyes filled with this kind of fire that made my heart shoot up to my throat; I knew what she was going to do, and it would get her in huge trouble. She was going to fight back. So she threw her fist at him, hitting him in the jaw. It didn't faze him much, but it did anger him. Then he turned and slapped her, but she kept kicking and punching. I didn't say anything; I was frozen with fear. They were fighting, and he was winning. S-soon, she got too tired and he won. He carried her out, my arm in his hand, ready to punish me because I was a woman and I was there. He thought I told her to do that." She cried for a minute, taking deep breaths.
"How did she die?" I whispered.
"She had fought back, and fought with a man; a number one don't here. She got a punishment, and since we had just gotten a new girl and her original guy didn't want her, they decided to.... e-execute her." She looked to the floor. "It was in a room that I don't know about; I was blindfolded as I was brought there. They tied me up and sat me on the floor, so I couldn't save her. I didn't know what her punishment was going to be at the time, but I was forced to watch. The thought terrified me. Her punishment was terrible, because her owner added a bunch of untrue shit 'crimes' to her apparent faults. They started by tying her wrists to a chair, and then they whipped her. Over and over, I could barely watch. While I was kicked whenever I looked away, her cries filled the room. With ever slash and crack the horror in her voice increased. Her blood poured, until the twenty cracks were done. They untied her, and held her up as her owner touched her all over, for more pain. She screamed as his fingers roamed, coming back from her covered in blood. Then they sat her on a chair, and took a gun to her head...." She started sobbing. "That was the last moment I saw her alive. She died after being whipped, violated, and beaten."
I put my hand on her shoulder.
"They threw her in the street, in a place that no one would ever know that they did it. They are still investigating it today, even though the brother knows the truth. You should have seen how angry her brother was," She sighed.
"Who was her brother's name?" I asked.
"Louis."
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A/N
sorry its a bit short and I haven't updated much. But I wanted to end with a bit of a cliffhanger... and I just got over the writer's block. Thanks for reading!
-Hope
