A reason to life? (Working title)
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Last published Sun, Mar 20, 2022
Trigger warning: Contains physical, psychological/mental and sexual abuse, rape, torturing, suicide attempt and self-harm scenes, eating disorder and the after-effects of traumatic experiences.
Liv had a rough childhood and is now working in a factory, barely being able to pay for her room, when she got kidnapped.
Then hell became her life.
Until several men came and killed her captors. Will the new captors be as cruel as her first ones? What did they want from her? Did they want even anything from her?
Excerpt (trigger warning Rape)
She got pulled in the living room, pushed to the floor and they ripped her clothes from her body. Then they raped her, all three at the same time. She couldn't remember ever feeling that much pain and that helpless. She had been through a lot, through abuse and neglect through her family. But never had she been so helpless, never had she felt as if she got rip open from the inside out. She was screaming nearly the whole time, which leaded to them holding her mouth shut with a hand but after a while, they only where moving, making disgusting sounds, not caring about her screaming any more. "You will need some training, but you passed your first test." One of the men said afterward, holding her chin in a tight grab pushing her head far in her neck. Then she got pulled in the basement. It was cold there but the furniture was what made her shiver. There were different rags, with a clear purpose. They chained her on a rag, that looked like a huge wooden X. Then they started to move the lower part, spreading her legs further until she was screaming from pain. "Too bad, we need to get you a little more flexible" Someone said in a strange voice. "Have fun hanging up here." Someone else said and they left.
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