Trapped in The House of Gold

Chapter Three - Used

Warning sensitive and explicit content
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The man drags me down the corridor back to the row of doors I passed before. He grins at his friend as he squeezes my wrist turning it a yellowish blue. The other man waiting beside one of the doors has a slimy grin plastered on his face as he watches me struggle.

Pulling back with all my might my shoes skid along the floor, my wrist screaming ready to pop out of its socket. Staggering as the man yanks me forward I catch myself before I fall face-first on the floor glaring at the man. He ignores me as he steps in front of the door beside the other man. Pressure cuts into my leg from my pocket. The rock.

Silently I pull the rock from my pocket curling my fingers around the sharp stone, waiting.

The click of the lock opening passes my attention as I stay laying on the floor "hey bitch on your feet," the man seethes grabbing my arm. Pulling myself up I aim for the man's face slicing his cheek. Shit, I was going for his eye. The man stares at me as the younger man grabs my arm before I can go for the second swing.

"Ahh," I screech as my wrist is twisted forcing me to drop the rock.

The older man touches his cheek looking at his fingers, drops of red shine in the dim light "you bitch." My head wipes to the side my cheek burning. Coughing I spit out some blood my cheek cut from the inside. The man grabs my collar pulling my face towards his. "You will rot extra long for that bitch." I hold my breath as he grabs both my arms throwing me inside the dark room. I groan as I hit the ground my hand twisting uncomfortably underneath me. Looking up at the man he smirks down at me his eyes slithering across my body before he closes the door the lock clicking. Footsteps fade as the two men walk away.

"At least I got a hit in," I mumble. Shivering I push myself up, holding my aching hand. Scooting back my head falls against the concrete wall. Sighing I close my eyes, curling up against the concrete wall and floor as the cold pierces my skin. The room is pitch black, small from what I could see before the door was closed, solid concrete, and musty. The only way in or out is the metal door that I came in. My eyes lay half closed head heavy on the wall, I was out of the old cage only to be put into a new, darker and colder one.

I flinch pain flaring in my right hand. Holding it close I hiss as my thumb feels around my wrist. Holding my breath pressure builds as I cry out a small pop filling the empty space. Leaning limply against the wall I drift off into nothing.

Hours, days I don't know they keep me in this dark, underground room. The only light I see is when a cup of water laced with who knows what slides into the room from under a flap in the door. The ache in my stomach is nothing I can't ignore, the pain in my hand though has my attention. My best guess is that it needs to be wrapped from how swollen it feels.

My head falls to the side as the lock clicks on the door. I flinch as the light from the lamps attacks my eyes. Two sets of footsteps enter my cell a waft of fresher air cleanses the musty scent of the room for a second before a strong scent of colon takes over. Holding a hand in front of my eyes I blink coughing as a lamp lands on the floor dust scattering.

"Well, you look disgusting girl, " a man's voice says the same voice as the man from before.

Removing my hand I pierce their humorous gaze. "And you still look just as revolting, " I say a boost of energy filling me.

His smirk drops turning into a scowl. "You will regret that girl the boss is allowing us to get a taste of you before you get handed off." I shiver as his eyes drag across my body undressing me with his eyes.

The younger man licks his lips as he smirks at his friend. "You first or me?" He asks.

The older man pats his shoulder grinning "I have had my fair share you can go first." An ugly gleam fills their eyes as the older man walks to the door. I push myself farther into the wall as the door shuts.