(First part is pretty mature, so reader discretion.)
1058 had been exhausted when she had finally been allowed to crawl back into her cage for the night. So exhausted, that she did not wake when the key grated in the lock and the links of the chain attached to the collar around her neck clinked together.
Only when coarse hands yanked her from her cell did she finally wake. She screamed in terror as several pairs of hands dragged her along the ground towards the door. She tried to grab hold of the bars of the cages that lined the room but the men just stamped on her fingers, forcing her to let go.
Once outside, they silenced her screaming with a brutal kick to her stomach. In the dark, all she could see were shadows looming over her, two were pinning her against the floor, their hands holding her shoulders down with an iron grip. She struggled violently as another pushed a dirty rag into her mouth and held there as a gag. But as strong as she was, she was no match for four grown men.
She was still fighting when the fourth shadow yanked her leggings and underwear down. No, please, no. She knew what was coming. Tears ran down her cheeks as her sobs were muffled by the gag. She kicked and twisted, trying to throw him off of her but it was no use. Nausea rose in her throat like bile as he ran one hand over her stubbly hair and down across her chest.
She kept struggling until he pressed the blade of his knife to the soft flesh of her throat. As the cold metal touched her skin she froze in fear. The two men holding her down laughed at her submission. She turned her head to the side and stared into the blackness, unable to bear looking at the man violating, willing her brain to shut down. To separate itself from her body, from her humiliation and powerlessness.
It didn't. She screamed as the man began violating her, begging him to stop.
Morgan's heart was breaking as he watched his friend. She was twisting around in the bed, pressing herself into the mattress in a futile attempt to distance herself from some unknown terror. Her face was contorted in fear, every muscle of her body tense. She struggled against the sheets that had become wrapped around her limbs.
She muttered something, over and over, in Russian, before sobs took over, her chest jumping as she cried. Her skin was bathed in a sheen of sweat, showing with the disturbing clarity the tension in her muscles as the pressed herself further and further back into the pillow supporting her head.
He couldn't bear to see her like this and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that waking her would only worsen her distress. He was shaken from his dilemma as a terrified scream tore from her throat. The mask over her mouth and nose did nothing to dull the heart wrenching sound, or the shards of pain that drove themselves into Morgan's chest.
His decision made for him, he called out JJ's name, hoping to be able to wake her without making physical contact, knowing that would only scare her more. He tried again but JJ continued to scream, although slightly quieter as her tired lungs failed to keep pace with the terror that coursed through her veins.
By now several nurses had run into the room, drawn in by the noise. Morgan couldn't help the relief that flooded him as one of them began to shout JJ's name and gently shake her shoulder; she had already torn out one of her IVs in her desperate struggle and they were eager to prevent her from removing any others.
When finally they woke the terrified woman from the nightmare, she recoiled in fear, her eyes unseeing as she continued to scream. But her screams were now little more than hoarse wheezes, her breathing rapid and labored. Mistaking the tubes attached to her, the ones providing vital medication and hydration, for restraints she tried to rip them out, her fingers shaking in their frenzy.
