BOUND

Chapter 5

Gwen was in her cabin lying on her bed before she heard a noise , she stayed silent and alert when she heard footsteps behind her. When they were close enough, she took arm of the intruder and flipped him over when the others jumped her. It wasn't a fair fight, 4 against 1 in a vulnerable state, they put a cloth over her nose and as the chloroform hit her, she fainted.

Gwen woke up to see herself strapped to a bed in an x-like manner, there was a gag in her mouth. She tried to struggle but it was no use, panic set in and she tried continuously when the door opened and closed as the lock clicked in place

"Gwen...do..line"the person called her name with a voice filled with scorn

She looked up at the person and saw Major Andrews

"You look just like your mother when she was your age but tonight you pay for her sins"he said taking off his clothes

Her eyes dilated as she shook her head , tears running down her cheeks

"I am going to make you scream so loud, your mother will hear you and feel the pain and anguish i felt all those years"he said as he placed his weight on the bed

She pleaded insistently but it came out muffled because of the cloth in her mouth. He tore her shirt and ripped off her pants leaving her naked before his wandering eyes

"Beautiful"he said

He placed his hands on the sides of her head and lifted himself off placing his weight on his elbows as he removed the gag

"I want to hear you scream, Celine"he said as he pushed into her

She cried as she chanted a series of "please stop" repeatedly as he entered her with no control, rupturing her maidenhead, ripping her walls painfully as a loud piercing scream tore through the room vibrating her lungs as she prayed for death, a soothing silence to numb her pain but the world couldn't grant her that at least, it couldn't give her peace. She wasn't destined for happiness, she was an innocent soul wandering in sodom and gomorrah in the biblical sense where all souls were cruel and all was sorrow leaving her to yearn for happiness.

He raped her continuously, calling out the name
"Celine" each time he thrust into her, he continued his hellbound torture as she drew closer to oblivion. Her beautiful daydream had turned into the ugliest of nightmares. The last haunting image in her head was of herself covered in blood.

Gwen woke up thinking, praying it was all a dream but then the Godforsaken pain sunk in. Her eyes were crimson red from too much crying as she lay on her bed, her sore musccles ached tremendously as she wished for nothing but soft soothing silence. A dark endless place where she couldn't feel or hear or see, just remain still and dream of happy places with prince charmings and princesses.

She closed her eyes and dreamt of a world where she had loving parents and a happy life, she didn't know why no one had come to call her out for training. She just sat in a corner of her room crying, weeping, wailing, wanting to be left alone and it was the first time the world was complying with her desire

He stood watching her cabin door, he didn't see a strange girl of 18, instead he saw the woman he had fallen in love with 20 years ago when they were the same age, Celine, that woman had hurt him very much, he had loved her more than his own life but she hurt him and now here was her child, an exact replica of her.

Fate had led her to him therefore he would not miss this opportunity, he told the guards not to disturb her, he wanted her to get over his little deed before he would use her to satisfy his lust. Celine had come back to him and for that he was grateful.

Gwen stared at the strands of hair that littered her room before looking at the mirror, her eyes focused on her now short hair. It stopped at the nape of her neck, brushing her shoulders a little, and was a bit wavy. She headed into the bathroom and cleaned up, cleaned her room, put on her underwear then her shirt, her army pants before slipping her foot into her boots and lacing them up before she stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection, her milky skin was paler, her bright eyes were duller than ever.

She decided that she was going through this life alone so she had to stand up and face it. She had her heart bruised a couple of times and it hurt like hell, if she loved then that person would die just like he said and she couldn't risk it, instead she locked up her heart in an iron box with a metal lock, bottling her feelings and emotions along.

She stepped out of her cabin as the rays of the sun hit her, she moved steadily to the training where a tournament was held, the first round was the shooting round. She picked up her gun and loaded it,pulled the safety, cocked it and pointed it at the target before she released a round of bullets, each one hitting its mark.

That round ended with Gwen as the winner and so they moved on to the next round and so on, with Gwen emerging the winner for the entire tournament. They returned to their various cabins after a long day with everyone falling into a dreamless sleep, that is everyone except Gwen. She was hounded by nightmares ranging from her family to Savriti and Kayden to her lost hymen.

The next morning, they gathered in the hall where Major Andrews had first addressed them. This time he approved of them saying

"Henceforth you are now soldiers of justice"

There was no cheer or applause only silence, four and a half years and the now proclaimed soldiers still harbored a colossal hatred for Major Andrews. In the midst o the crowd, his eyes found Gwen and he smiled but she just stared back with a bland face.

They officially became members when they had the mark, it was a burning American flag that you could put anywhere depending on your choice. The others decided to have their mark on their backs where they wouldn't be able to see it and be reminded of their misfortune but Gwen had hers on the right side of her hip and she lay motionless as the tattoo artist used the machine on her.

She drowned out the sound of the machine and numbed the pain as dreamed of the perfect family, before she was drawn out of her reverie and back to reality. She stared at the tattoo with a bland face not knowing when a tear rolled down her cheek, it was so little but it was there, she knew now that she was never free.