Breaking but not broken.

Chapter 6

⚠️Warning ⚠️
This chapter contains content that may upset you. Read at your own risk.
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There was that word again. I turned to Ms Giddy with a glare that could have killed.

"You what?" I gritted my teeth.

"He would have killed you if I hadn't told him." She explained, fear lacing her words.

"He almost did."

I eventually settled down from my attack in my corner again. The girls went on with their usual things which included: reading books, telling stories, or drawing in the sand, and taking baths. Taking baths...

"What are you doing?" I asked in peer shock.

Angharad looked up at me from her spot inside the pond. Confusion covered both of our faces.

"Taking a bath?" She answered shyly. "There is plenty of water in the Citadel."

"Joe pumps it all for himself, and us, he calls it aqua cola."

Aqua Cola... how ridiculous. I saw those starving people outside this palace, and he just harbors it all for himself so the girls can bath in it? I was feeling a tad sick.

As comfortable as it was in here, I needed to stay up to make sure Immortan wasn't coming. He said he'd be back, but he didn't give me specifics, so my guard would have to be up. Day, and night, and the next day, and the next night.

Angharad walked over to me. "If he comes tonight, it's best not to fight him. It will only make things worse."

How could things get worse? I was already chained up like an animal, or raging feral as they liked to call it, and I was being starved and had been branded. I guess he could kill me, that would be worse. Or would it be mercy?

"Mm." I nodded, almost dismissing her.

She put a hand on my shoulder that I didn't shake away and flashed me a sad smile.

"Trust me."

Trust me? Trust her. My eyes went from each girl in the room. Had all of them been assaulted by Joe? Their movements told me no. Not her, anyway. Not Cheedo. She seemed more comfortable then the rest. Sleep a little better, acted a little calmer, smiled a little brighter. She hadn't been hurt yet.

Sleep came for me, and so did Joe.

"I'm back."

I gasped and he grabbed me by my hair. My scalp burned as he dragged me through so many rooms I lost count. He settled on one, one with a big bed and guards at the door. Where the hell was I? I could barely see anything except for the soft glow of light from a fire. The fire was hidden in a corner and heated up the whole room. It was clear I was not in the vault anymore.

I couldn't scream, I couldn't run, I couldn't do anything. I was stuck. I felt his full weight bare down on me and I heard Angharad's voice echo. "Don't fight him. It will only make it worse." My heart was pounding with each second I remained motionless. "Don't fight." Pound. My mother always told me to fight. "Fight for your life." Pound. Fighting was in my veins. Pound. I was a fighter. Pound. "Don't fight him." Pound. "Fight!"

I stared up, his eyes were screwed shut and beads of sweat started to form on his face.

"I'm a fighter."

What I said was more to myself than him. Either way, he opened his eyes and watched me ram my muzzle into his face. The blow, more powerful than I thought it would be, knocked him off balance and he tumbled off me. He yelled and I scurried away like a scared dog.

Tears stained my cheeks as my whole body shook with fear. "I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here." I mumbled, though I thought I was saying it inside my head.

"Immortan!" A boy cried.

Three men came rushing in to Joe's aid. Two helped him reattach his mask while a third came over to me. He pulled me back by my hair and I screamed.

"Let her go!" Immortan demanded, his voice rocking the room.

"Immortan!" The boy complained. "She tried to kill you!"

-"We should kill her."

-"This is a threat against the whole Citadel."

He simply shook his head. "She may seem tough, but she's just like the others. Weak, scared and pathetic. They would be nothing without me and so will she. I intend to break her to pieces and then, then I believe she will be the perfect wife. Someone so tough is always someone who can be so broken."

That speech shook me to the core. I had spent so long building up walls, walls thick as steal, and he looked through them like they were made out of glass. That disturbed me.

"...take her back to the room."

I zoned back in to a boy picking me up under my arms. A second grabbed my feet. The hallway was so dark I couldn't tell right from left. As they carried me I swayed back and forth so forcefully feared I might hit a wall.

Click click click.

The familiar sound of the vault opening rang out and within 30 seconds I was trapped. My naked body lay unresponsive on the cold ground as their footsteps tapped the floor. I felt one hand touch my shoulder, and the touch burned me like fire. I spun out of its grasp and crawled away.

"No! No!" I cried.

Flashbacks flooded my mind as I clawed at my head, tearing at my hair. "No!"

I scrubbed and washed and cleaned myself the next day, trying to rid my skin of Joe's dirty fingerprints.

"What did you do?" Angharad's thick voice echoed through the vault catching my attention. I turned over in the water and looked at her.

What had I done exactly? Scream? Cry? The memories from last night kept fading in and out of my mind like lighting. They came in flashes, bullets ricocheting off my hippocampus sending pain signals shooting through my muscles. It could have been worse. I tell myself. It will be worse if I don't get out of here.

"I fought him."

Bruises and cuts were festooned around my entire self, but those would heal eventually. It was the mental aspect that scared me. Would Joe add to my unstability or would it drive me over bored completely?