Our Stay With It

Mercedes

This chapter is dedicated to my dad.
"It's a new shipment..!" "No... it can't be." "It's someone new look!" These strange words slowly lure me out of my sleep. I try to get up but am restrained by a body. I see it's Stephanie and I gently push her aside. Once I am finally up and semi alert, I look over to see what they are talking about. I slowly glance to the side and see a large lump.
Immediately I jerk back in fear. Not knowing what it is scares me most."It looks human but we've never had someone so big before." States Catalina who appears to be feigning boredom while sharpening her knives. "Maybe it's a lesbian?" I look back down again. I have only been here for a month, so the only new person I saw come in was Stephanie. But it is obvious from looking around that it's all teenage girls.
Though it's obvious everyone is dying to know what it is, roughly 15 mins pass before anyone moves to see what it is.
Stephanie is mumbling incoherent phrases, but the only word I catch is IT. Which is what she commonly refers to our captor as.
Just the possibility that my kidnapper is in the same vicinity as me again has my heart rate racing and my blood going cold.
-FLASHBACK-
"You little slut how could you." She sobs out. "I didn't do anything! I am your sister!" She sends me gaze one could only describe as hatred. "Edward loves me." I scoffed in disbelief. "He tried to rape me!" She rolled her eyes. "You seduced him. You're just like dad." My eyes must have reflected the hurt, for she looked almost guilty before she covered it up. What I saw she was that she was rooted in her belief. "And you are as incompetent and naive as our mother. If he loved you would never have tried to get in my pants." I drunkly swayed while walking away from the house. Before I knew it I was was pinned under a thick heavy body. A bright light was in face. The last thing I remember is my dress being pulled up.
END OF FLASHBACK
Finally breaking out of my terror stricken state, I realize what I have to do. In almost a sort of trance I climb out of the bunk with everyone looking at me. As I approach the body, somewhere in my head I realize that I should be hesitating. But I can't find it in myself to worry.
I am much too busy with the task at hand. I kneel down and move the bloody body on its back. My hand meets well built muscle that feels slightly wet with blood.
The thing groans. I push with all my might, but in my weakened state it's hard work. After much work, and groaning, it's on its back. A gasp sounds from above me. Instead of finding a fat man or a huge lesbian I find what could be the most gorgeous young man I've ever seen. Take Zac Efron and your favorite supermodel and mix them. That's this kid,
He lets out a cry of pain. "Are you alright!" I cry out, feeling guilty that I hurt him while checking him out. He grunts in reply. He tries to move, but I quickly push him down. My maternal instinct is kicking in. "You need to lay down for now. Don't worry, I'll help you. Just relax for now." I look up to find someone who could help, but they're all still awestruck. Except for Catalina,who is sharpening her knife. "Catalina get the jug of water, and Stephanie help me prop him on the wall." Catalina sighs and rolls her eyes at me. "Now!" She rolls her eyes again but drops the jug beside me. Stephanie scurries to help me drag and prop him against the wall. He hisses in pain. When he's finally propped up I try to inspect his wounds, but his tattered shirt is in the way. I need to take it off but It'd be hard to without hurting him. "I'll do it!" Catalina replieseagerly. I frown, realizing I spoke aloud. "What? He's hot, and I bet he's ripped too." She defends. "Fine, but be careful." She leans him into her body so she can lift his body up. What's under his shirt is much more gruesome than I was imagining.