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Project XXX / 12

I KNOW I'VE BEEN GONE BUT I'M BACK SO GET TO READING. I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF SHARING THE GRUELING TALE OF WHY I WAS GONE... NONETHELESS HERE IS YOUR CHAPTER 12:

CHAPTER XII: PROJECT XXX

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PORN PUNISHMENT??? The two words buzzed through my head and I feel the room begin to spin. I felt my breakfast come up from my stomach and held my breath.

This can't be happening. I'm only 13, why are they doing this to me?!

Tears fell from my eyes and rolled onto the concrete floor.

"Suck it up and take off your clothes." The lady said.

'Selfish whore.' I wanted to say. 'Stupid pedophiles think your gonna get away? Think again you thick skulled perverted bitch!'

"Hurry up! We haven't gotten all day!" She urged on.

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I was fresh out my outfit and only wearing my 32A size bra and panties when a bunch of girls started shuffling into the room.

I couldn't quite make out their faces, but I noticed the outfits they were wearing and automatically knew they were my bunk mates from earlier.

Has it's come to this? A group party with only one male?? I was disturbed by the thought of Dr. Roger's intentions when I see a red flare through the corners of my eyes indicating we were live.

Out of the slightest push, I knew someone had pushed 'record' on the camera and the film was rolling. In no time I would be on that bed with Jess doing stuff to each other that my body isn't even grown enough to handle.

I'm so freaking disgusted by the customers fantasies of child pornography. What kind of sick whacko pays to see a kid get fucked? Holy crap. I'm losing my virginity... On tape!? I shiver at the reality of what is happening right now.

I pushed my tormented feelings aside to bring myself back to the present. Sex, tape, and no escape. Great. Erase running away off my bucket list. There's no escaping now.

I shake my head, clearing my mind for what stands ahead of me. My expression has changed from helpless to braver but a bit hopeless state, nonetheless boosting my self esteem by the slightest bit. I keep my head up so I don't give them the satisfaction of seeing my pain.

Dr. Roger signals one of the slave-sluts over to carry the giant camera around one side of the bed. The young woman comes over to me and untied my restraints. She yanks my hair and drags me toward the bed.

The hair pulling causes a major headache which throws off my confident status I had earlier.

I twirl my wrists feeling excited because they should've known better than to let me be free. I do as they say and get onto the bed.

I look for various objects in the room to use as a weapon later on.

Eli comes around the bed to me and handcuffs the pole, and she tries to handcuff me. In a split second, I grab her arm and twist it. I use the remaining cuff on her and she is frantically moving and screaming.

My next move is on Dr. Douglas who just happens turns around when I charge at him. I break off a leg from the canopy and use the jagged end to puncture his stomach as deep as I could go.

I'm not worried about the girls because they are covering their faces, hiding away from me.

I quickly untie Jess and slap him back into real life. He glances around the room, and without hesitation, he pulls me toward the exit almost instantaneously.

We escape from the room but everything is all too quiet. Jess, still grasping onto me, notices the same thing because he has slowed down and watching around with a careful eye.

Out of nowhere, two workers jump out from behind us and tackle us both to the ground.

Jess was mentally prepared and kicked the male worker in his junk. Squealing in pain, the man drops down on his knees, holding his groin.

Using all the strength I had, I pulled the female worker's hair onto the floor and smashed her face down. I did this a few times to make sure I knocked her unconscious.

Jess takes my arm and we race to his bedroom. He locks the door and blockades it with various pieces of furniture.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Jess asks.

"I'll tell you the story later but right now, we have to move the piano." I say.

I help move a piano when he stops pushing and stands still. He has his hand on his head and the wound from earlier has opened up.

"Do you have a health kit?" I ask.

"Top left drawer to the right of the bed." He mumbles as he walks toward the bed.

I find the kit and pull out a sewing needle and medical thread. I've seen my stepmom stitch me and my siblings up since she was a children's nurse, so I look like a pro handling his cut.

I finish and bite the end of the string once I've tied it and made sure it was secure.

Jess sits up and says, "Thanks for all that you've done. We make a pretty good team."

I smile back in reply but I am pulled back in reality when I hear someone banging on the door, trying to get in.

Jess, like always, was quick thinking of a plan to get away. He goes toward the closet and opens the door. It's pitch black in there so I don't see what he's getting.

He comes back out a few moments later with two small guns, one big gun, and a briefcase which I'm guessing is full of ammunition.

"Jess I don't unders-" He cuts me off and brings his pointer finger up to my lips, signaling he wants us to be silent.

I nod slowly and he hands me a small gun. He grabs a duffel bag from the corner and stuffs the big gun and the ammunition from the case inside. Jess places the bag on the bed and starts opening drawers full of his clothes, and stuffs them into the bag. Once he is finished, he looks back at me and realizes I don't have my clothes.

Jess curses silently back into the closet and comes out with a armful of a women's clothes. He shoves them into the bag and zips it up halfway. He thinks for a moment.

He rummages through his drawer for his keys and walks back into his closet.

Jeez if he wanted to, he could just live in there.

Jess returns once again and he is holding an emergency blanket with some protein bars and packets of water.

This man is prepared for anything.

Since the previous duffel bag has over filled, Jess opens a bottom drawer from his night desk and pulls out a normal sized backpack. He hands it to me, with the items from earlier. I push in the stuff making sure I have enough room for whatever else we decide to bring.

He looks at me for a few seconds, staring up and down at my vulnerable body. I cover up self consciously with my hands. Scratching his head, he pulls out an extra small t-shirt and throws it to me.

Jess points toward a small box and gestures me to bring what's inside. I slip on the shirt and walk toward the box. I twist open the latch and pull back the lid to find stacks of 100 dollar bills.

He whispers to me, "That's $200,000 dollars in cash. We are gonna need that for where we are going."

"Where are we going?" I whisper back.

He hesitates for a moment and finally says, "A friends house."

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