One shots based on roleplays

012 - dorm 666 (V)

Trigger warning: rape
- Vin

She was forced to listen. Listen, as 008 was tortured and killed. Slowly.
The only crime 008 had committed was to make an attempt at escaping. He failed. They always failed, for as long as 012 could remember. She didn't know how long she'd been here, but now it was longer than any of the others. Now 008 was gone.
She wished she didn't have to listen. Forced to listen, forced to do, forced to survive it.
Time was blurred for 012, but she'd been locked up long enough to forget how to speak. To almost forget her own name.
What was the world like outside? Was the sky orange? Or was it green? What did stars look like? Did they twinkle, or shine?
Maybe she'd discover the answers one day. Maybe death would grant her the freedom she had lost.
A scream cleaved through her musing, through the air. She flinched back against the wall, and pulled her hands forward. Further. The cuffs didn't grant her enough freedom to block her ears, but the pain was a distraction. She spared a look at the scars, scars on her wrists from handcuffs, scars on her arms from punishments, scars all over her body to mark her as theirs.
012
Her name still existed, in a pocket of her mind. It was becoming harder and harder to hold on to it. Her brother's face was a clear image, a rarely clear image from her life before. He would protect her. He would take care of her.
He was long gone.
She had counted every day at the beginning. Counted every hour, to when he would come for her. Tried to track time by her cycle, which diminished after a few months of them forgetting to feed her frequently. It wasn't one day she gave up, or one moment when she decided the fight was futile.
Another scream pierced the air, only to be cut off. 008 was dead.
Her feet slipped over the rough ground, and she looked at the scars there too. Most of her skin was bare, her feet and legs and arms, with only a shift to cover more intimate parts.
Insignificant. In the real world, life probably went on just fine. People ate, slept, went to work and fell in love. 012 was almost glad this had happened to her, instead of ruining someone else's life. Her life was in tatters long before they took her.
She remembered the fire. Remembered her brother being injured and passed out as she dragged him to safety, amongst the shouts that told her to leave him, to save herself. She never forgave her cousin for saying that, especially when Varian survived.
Varian. That was his name. Her brother. He would be fine, with her cousin. He could have his own life without her pulling him down.
Maybe he was secretly grateful she was gone.
The fire had been a rush of heat and energy, the hallways of her house black with deadly smoke, the fire itself trapping almost everyone in one room. Her mother, and her husband. Her mother's siblings, and their families. Her father, and his sister. The only ones to survive it were her cousin, herself and her brother.
A room full of corpses. A room full of bones.
She had never gone back to the ruins of the house, never wanted to remember why happened that day, but as it is with things she didn't want to remember, it became permanently stuck in her mind. She wondered what it had looked like, after that rush of gold and orange ravaged it.
Their older cousin had taken them both in. Two children, one eight, one barely ten. She had owned a dog, before, but it too was trapped in the death room and perished.
Nostalgia over, she barely noticed when they came for her, and shoved her in line with 027 sniffling beside her. Barely reacted when they moved her cuffs to the first bed, and tied her legs apart. She closed her eyes as she felt the shift being removed, and the thrusting began.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Then to the next bed, her shift replaced so each person could have the satisfaction of ripping it off her.
Move.
Strip.
Thrust.
Repeat.

A/N
So, this is the traumatic experience of Meria! Hope it's not too bad...
They aren't all this depressing, don't worry
-Vin