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A whole day passes without him showing up, making this either day three or four in the cell. It's hard to know with all the time I've spent unconscious. I haven't been fed since I was taken, but I've been without food for longer in the ruins.
The door crashes open, and Alex limps inside.
The chains are still in the loose position. I back up into a corner. I can barely stand on my bruised legs. I'm in no state to fight him right now.
"Why are you so difficlid?" he slurs. His voice lacks its usual sternness.
"Stupip humam... Why wone you just listen to me?" He's drunk.
I stay in my corner. My eyes never leave him. I'm ready to dodge if he gets too close.
As suddenly as he entered, he leaves, slamming the door behind him.
* * * * * * * *
I'm awoken by the chains retracting back into the wall. I'm pulled back into that helpless state.
The door opens. Alex is here, along with Abel.
"I've got something special planned for you," Alex taunts, putting on a pair of disposable gloves.
I glare at them.
"Kitten, you look like crap," Abel mocks.
Alex grabs my shirt collar with both hands, "If you submit and address me as 'Master', we can stop this exercise."
I hold my glare.
"Suit yourself." He shears his hands apart, ripping my shirt open. My bare chest is exposed to both of them.
He rips down my pants and underwear.
I try to lift my leg to cover myself, but it is immediately pushed back down. I'm completely exposed to their cold eyes.
This is awful. I want to crawl into a hole and disappear. I bite back my tears.
He puts his gloved hand between my legs.
Abel starts mocking me.
After a few minutes, I can no longer contain my sobs. I stare at a patch on the floor off to the side, keeping them out of my view. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry in front of him, but this is so incredibly humiliating. I feel like dirt. I feel worthless.
"Please," I whisper, "j-just leave me alone."
"Close, but those aren't the words I'm looking for."
I remember what he wants, and it reignites my hatred. I will not give into him. I will hang on to the tiny shred of dignity I have left.
As it continues, I hear him grunting with frustration. That's my way out. I can use his anger to stop this.
I look up for the first time since losing my shirt, and I spit in his face.
"You bitch!" He slaps me across the face. I'd much rather have a burning cheek than continue to be molested.
Abel is laughing hysterically. Alex storms out the room. Abel quickly follows, closing the door, still laughing.
My chains are released, and I fall to the ground.
I hug my legs, burying my face behind my knees, crying my eyes out. I haven't felt this low in years.
* * * * * * * *
Another day passes, and the hunger is impossible to ignore. All I can think about is food. My ribs are visible through my skin. I wonder how much longer I will last?
The dreaded sound of my chains retracting returns, forcing me to my feet. Though my clothes are ripped, they still cover me well enough. As long as he doesn't pull them aside.
The door opens, and he walks in. My tormentor. He's carrying a water bottle filled with an orange liquid.
"Hello human," he says with a fake cheerful tone. This is the first time he has said 'human' without looking disgusted.
I stare at a patch on the ground. I have nothing to say to him.
"I thought you might be tired of only drinking water, so I brought you juice instead."
"I've heard more convincing lies from ten-year-olds," I reply disinterested.
"Just drink it," he growls, shoving the bottle of obviously drugged juice into my mouth.
I take a mouthful without swallowing, then rip away from the bottle. Some of the juice falls on what remains of my shirt.
I spray the contents of my mouth on his face, making sure not to swallow a single drop.
"What the-" but before he can finish his sentence, he is cut off by my knee slamming into his crotch. He groans, stumbling backwards.
"Fuck you!" I scream.
"You little bitch-" he is cut off by my voice mocking and mimicking his "little bitch".
He storms out of the room, forgetting to close the door. Everything is covered in orange juice. It's on me, him, and the floor. It is everywhere except where he wanted it, in my stomach. I smile at my small victory.
The door is open. My cell is perpendicular to a thin hallway, meaning I have no view. While the chains prevent me from moving, I can at least listen.
I hear a man's soft voice in the distance, "Please owner forgive me. It was an accident. It won't happen again." Pathetic.
After some silence, I hear another pair of parbeings, a man and a woman, debating what kind of pet they want. It takes me a moment to realise the features they are describing belong to humans. This place is sickening.
* * * * * * * *
An hour passes with nobody noticing my cell door is open, not even the slave human and parbeing master that walked passed a few moments ago.
Alex returns. His white shirt is covered in orange patches.
I smirk, but my expression quickly fades as he approaches with a hypodermic needle in his hand. Shit.
I try to squirm away from him, making it difficult for him to use it.
He grabs my arm with an iron grip, pauses for a moment, then deposits the contents of the needle into my bloodstream.
He takes a step back.
I glare at him, but it's not long until my vision is consumed with darkness.
Published: 17 Oct. Edits: 21 Nov; 26 Nov; 15 Dec; 07 Jan; 09 Jan; 29 Jan; 27 Feb; 28 Jul; 24 Oct
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