Chapter 115: They Didn’t Know (Trigger Warnings: ntions of r@pe (not of the FMC) and abuse)
It took
a minute to orient myself once I went back to my own body, but unfortunately, I didn’t have that minute.
"Fuck you want?" demanded Rip, coming to his feet in a flash. The piece of his shirt that I was holding was ripped out of my hand as he stood.
"Alpha called Healer," grunted the Reaver standing in front of my cage. He held up a key, and I could feel my stomach sinking. I had originally thought that no one other than Alpha had access to my key. The knowledge that that wasn’t the case made
want to puke.
"I will take her," grunted Rip, and I saw the other creature’s eyes narrowing on him. No, he couldn’t do anything stupid. I needed him with , and that wouldn’t happen if the Alpha caught wind of what was going on between the two of us.
If he was raping
nonstop every minute, that would be fine for the Alpha as long as I could still heal his fighters when needed. But having tenderness or feelings for ? Well, that was just a death sentence for both of us.
"Which fighter?" I asked, knowing that I shouldn’t have spoken but needed to break the staring contest. The Reaver drew back his foot and kicked my cage, hitting
in the feet.
"Does it matter? You heal them. That is the only thing stopping
from ripping you apart," sneered the Reaver, but at least I managed to get his attention away from Rip.
I huddled even more into a ball, frantically nodding my head like I was terrified. And I was. Just not of him.
But the idea that they could take Rip away from
was enough to make
break out in a cold sweat.
I heard the key in the lock, and suddenly, I was being pulled out of the cage by my ankle.
It was a reactive instinct to claw my way in the opposite direction of where I was being pulled, my body in nothing more than a fight or flight mode. But I never chose to fight, so all that was left was to try and get back into the safety of my cage.
But then I forgot the pain of flight as a few of my fingernails ripped off as I gripped them into the hard soil under my prison.
Quickly letting go, I forced my body to relax as I was dragged out of the won’s area, my head bouncing off every bump and rock on the ground.
Did you know that most of the ti, an individual who was intoxicated would get out of a car accident without injuries, while those perfectly sober would end up with injuries? It was proven that intoxicated people don’t brace for impact like soone who was sober did. They were normally limp, and their muscles were relaxed. And because their reaction ti was slowed down, they didn’t brace for impact like a sober person. By keeping their body relaxed, it prevented injuries.
Unfair but true.
After I learned that, I always tried to get my body to relax as much as I could every ti they ca to get . But sotis, they caught
off guard, and I would just react. And that would normally result in
getting injured. Case in point: my bleeding fingers.
I was tossed into the tal bars of the cage, my back bowing with the pain radiating through .
Struggling to my feet, I swayed for a mont, trying to get my bearings.
I was back at Yin Jie’s cage.
He was once again lying on his bed, his face beaten in, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, so I guess there are small rcies in that.
"Get her the fuck away from ," he hissed. His right eye was swollen shut, and there was a cut on his lip, but apparently, he could speak just fine.
Oh yeah, did I ntion I was more hated by the prisoners than the Reavers were? Wasn’t I lucky?
The guard that ca to get
took out another key and opened the door, pushing
in and closing it behind
before Rip could slip in.
Not like he would. Not like he could.
No, he would stand on the other side of the bars beside the Reaver like a silent bodyguard. I knew if shit hit the fan in here, he would be the first one inside to protect , but for now, we all had our roles to play.
I hobbled forward to the bed, my ankle bruised from where I was dragged here.
"Didn’t you hear ? I don’t want you anywhere near , you fucking psychopath. Do you get off on doing this shit? You know we all hate you, right? If we could, soone would have snapped your neck a long ti ago when we figured out what type of freak you were."
I tried to ignore the venom coming out of his mouth, but I would hear the sa song upward of ten tis a night every night.
And when we all found out that people got powers? When they found out that my power was healing? Oh, that was just a beautiful day for .
A fighter had co in a week ago, talking about all the things that had happened in the past little while. He said that people were now becoming stronger, developing powers like fire and spirit in order to fight the zombies.
That healers could heal people with just a simple touch.
He continued to talk about how healers were protected by the most powerful people in the world and that they were richer than Midas. How loved and revered they were.
Well, when everyone heard that, they threw
in the sa category as the other healers, thinking that I was treated like a fucking queen.
Didn’t they see ? Didn’t they know I was living in a cage a fraction of the size of theirs? That if they died, I was beaten? That if I didn’t even try to save them, I was told I would be put on the list for the VIPs to rape and abuse ? Did they not see any of that?
No, not even the won sharing the cages around
saw it.
Nope, because I didn’t suffer their sa fate, I was living the life of a princess.
He wasn’t wrong that I was the most hated person in this Camp, but they didn’t know the cost to . They didn’t know that I took their pain as my own in order to heal them. They didn’t know I wasn’t given any ti to recover between sessions.
And they didn’t know I was too weak to end my own life.
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