Warning: Graphic Material! ya know rape material and stuff....
(Sarafina's POV)
A needle was jabbed into my arm and my world spun.
I didn't even feel my head fall back, slamming into the operation table. My eyes closed instantaneously, but I wasn't going to give in just yet.
I forced my eyes open and glanced over to the medical tools lying carelessly beside me.
I looked down at my arm trying to make it move, however the only result was a slight twitch in my finger.
Damn it all!
Like hell I'd let them control me with their dopey drugs. I took a deep breath and conjuring all my strength, I kicked my leg up and smacked the doctor's head.
A strange cracking sound erupted from my foot.
"Fuck." I whispered gritting through my teeth.
The doctor turned slowly and grasped my foot, eyeing it curiously. "You seem to have broken your foot missy." The doctor announced.
"Never could have come to that conclusion, you fucking Einstein!" I barked struggling to clutch my foot.
He simply stared at me with a vacant look in his eyes as he shook his head. I attempted to sit up, but horribly failed and quickly feel back down. My body swung over the wrong way missing the table causing me to plummet towards the ground.
I shut my eyes tightly and waited for contact, but it never came. My back was caught in soft arms and I looked up expecting Jason.
My eyes were met by a pair of hazel pools. Her hair was cut in a close bob and her uniform had thousands of cats printed on it. She smiled supporting my body with her hands.
Slowly and gently, she placed me back on the table, while stroking my hair.
I don't know if it was the drugs, but she had a calming voice that put me in a trance. She talked to me about how beautiful my hair was and her children at home.
Hearing her stories made me feel a sense of relaxation and genuine interest.
Before I knew it, I had drifted off into a deep slumber.
*Dream*
Running.
Always running to an unknown destination.
My feet hurt.
While my tiny feet padded the ground, bruises and blisters stung. I could make it. There was hope for me after all.
My chains clanked against the ground making an awful jingling sound.
I could see light. It was so close I could feel the warm rays of sunshine and my skin longed for its touch.
My hand reached out.
I leaped into the air. My arm was greeted with warm rays. I felt a huge smile taking over my face and I knew that I was almost free, just a little more.
Yank!
Rough hands pulled me backwards and pushed me to the ground. My smile faded and was replaced by a grimace.
Spit hit my cheek, rolled down to my chin.
My angle was gripped with an immense force. Crack. My ankle was broken for sure. One thing I knew, was that another failure had occurred.
I also knew that I wasn't going to be "let off" for what I did and tomorrow was going to be a bitch. He jerked my chain back and began dragging me by my feet.
My eyes turned dull as I saw my sliver of light disappear before my eyes.
I guess it is hopeless to dream. By the time we had reached his chamber, he had already striped me.
I was tossed onto his bed and forced to look at him in the eyes as he raped me.
When I didn't meet his gaze, he hurt me even more for a longer period of time.
We silently watched each other without making any noise other than the creaking sounds of the bed frame breaking.
Then after a while...he did it again, and again, and again.
I couldn't even track the time it took for him to satisfy himself.
It hurts god it hurts! Please make him stop!
He threw me over his shoulder. My body quivered as that oozed out. He lifted me up and dared me to cry.
My shoulders slumped in defeat as he snickered throwing me back into my cell.
Screams came from other cells adjacent to mine and grew louder by the minute. I knew that I wasn't the only one dealing with the same shit, but I had it worse being his fuck toy. He would kill people by his sick acts, he had preferences too.
They had to survive his little "tests" and have the will to escape.
He liked crushing dreams and ruining people's lives. Not like I had one much before anyway. He loved more than anything to see the look in a woman's eyes right before she gave up.
My hands flew to my face, I tried to rub off his touch.
*End*
My eyes fluttered open to the gentle nurse from before. She sat holding my hand and quietly crying into a tissue.
She noticed my staring and gripped my hand kissing it softly.
Why is she crying?
My eyes burned and my throat was soar like I had been screaming to a person who wasn't there. I looked down at my stomach that was covered with a blanket.
I slid my hand down to pull off the sheet and kept my other hand with the sobbing nurse.
Lifting my hospital dress, I grazed my hand down my torso to find stitches and forming scars.
I sighed in relief. My eyes shot over to my foot encased in a large pink cast.
"Oh, that's why it broke." I said my voice cracking as I recalled my dream.
The nurse stood up suddenly and apologized for crying.
"Oh, um you don't need to uh..." I croaked.
She grinned with teeth that could be on a Colgate commercial and shook my hand. "You're not as horrible as you think you are." She whispered exiting the room.
I sat shell-shocked at her words.
A few minutes passed of silence before a loud bang occurred and the door slammed open to reveal a very happy Jason Farce.
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(Apologizes on hands and knees) I'm sooooooooooooooooooo sorry for the wait. I didn't intend to procrastinate this long to write again, but I was having issues thinking about what to do next. Thank you for waiting and I hope you enjoyed cause it probably wasn't worth it!!! Love you guys so much my hearts gonna exposed! (If you watch jack'sfilms YGS you will understand if not i sound like a blubbering fool.)
Peace out!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MyBlinkGreenRomance:uuuuhhhh ewww aahhhh i wnat to break things but at the same time cry and then ah i dont even fuckin know. you readers should be fuckin happy that this is being posted. i push this homie almost every day to write a draft even if its 1am. your mothafukin welcome! <3
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