Used. (EDITING)

Chapter 2: One Tear.

After what seems like an eternity, I hear a click on the other side of the door.I gasp and look up, hoping it's someone who's here to save me and break me out of this hell hole. The door creaks open a tad, and I am filled with hope.

"Evalyne?" I hear a mans voice call my name. His  voice is calming, and soothing the way it flows. It's deep and steady.

"Yes?" I answer back.

I hear murmurs from the side of the door and then silence. I rise from my bed, suspicious and curious. Tip-toeing to the open door. I am startled to see a head poke through the door just as I was attempting to peer through the hole. 

"Yeah, that be her alright. Bring'er out. And make sure she ain't gonna run away. Cuff'er." I hear a western voice from outside the door. 

 The door suddenly flew sraight open. The light blinded me as a very overwieght man dragged me out of the hell hole. On the outside of my cell, I notice that there in front of me sat a man with a very thick, orange caterpillar stuck to his face. His eyes were brown and many bags fell under them. He wore nothing but a plain long sleeve button up white shirt with what appeared to be a coffee stain smack in the midle of it. His suspenders were a dark brown and looked as though it'd leave impressions in his chest they looked so tight. his pants were dark brown slacks with tiny orange lines running up and down. He looked very old fashion in the tan bowler hat, I noticed. 

He got up from the fold up chair, eyeing me in a way I can't quite describe. Then, he trailed his finger around my collar bone, sending chills down my spin as he leaned in closer. His breath smelled of whiskey. I tried to squirm free of the thick, meaty hands firmly locked on my shoulders, but it was no use. I have no energy to fight, and barely enough to stand on my feet as the old man grropes me.

"This one hur is a fine one. Shegunna get us some bui'ness!" He exclaimed. 

"But of course, I has to be the first. I have ta do my test course." He chuckled at his own words.

"Look, I don't know why you have me here you old dirt bag, but you're going to be sorry you dragged me into this shit hole!" I bore my eyes into his, but he only laughs.

"And who in tarnations do you think you're talkin' to? You're reckin' with a force that's gunna knock you off ya feet, pepper. Ronald, leave'er tied to the bed post." He snaps his fingers at the man standing behind me, and just like that I'm whisked off my feet.

"Hey! Get your goddamn hands off me!" I bite him hard, hard enough to almost draw blood, but he only gives me a nive bitch slap that echos on the walls. I yelp in pain as he ties the wires to the bed, bounding me to it.

"Little bitch." He mutters under his breath. 

If my feet weren't tied, he'd be in for some trouble.

The man in the bowler hat slowly walks into the room. A stride that confident, conceited even. He grabs me by the cheeks and kisses me. I squirm and try to wiggle free but it's just no use. He sticks his tounge in my mouth like an animal, and I'm covered in his slime. When he releases me, I hawk spit right in his face.

This triggers something in him, because he slaps me in the face twice. 

"Ungh!" I grunt in pain.

He unbuttons my night gown that they'd put me in on day 1, and takes the belt off of his pants. He climbs on topof me and sucks on my neck.

"Stop!" I pant.

I try to push him off but the wires aree so tight they'd cut me if I moved just an inch.

He releases my neck and stares me dead in my eyes.

"Look here now, Pepper. I run this show. You do as I tell you, and if you break my rules, dire consequences sh'all follow. You understand me missy? This is your only warnin'. Don't mess with me. You ain't nothing but worthless scum. And I'm gonn' break you down."

He unbuttons his shirt and pulls off his pants. I squeeze my eyes shut really tight. This has to be a dream! All a bad nightmare, I'll wake up! I repeat this over and over while I am being raped. He doesn't slow down, or stop when I plead him to. He tells me I ain't nothin'. I never will be. This is all my fault why this is happening. He pulls my black hair and smacks me while he repeats the same thing over. 

I let one tear roll down my face. I got too much pride to scream or shout. I just let this one, lonely tear roll down my cheeks.