330 Chapter 330 broken and desperate
(Unknown POV)
How long had it been since I was in this place? weeks...maybe months, at so point ti stops mattering when you find yourself in hell.
The pain, the torture, the humiliation, and the desperation beca a day-to-day thing, sothing so common and yet sothing that continued to hurt like the first ti.
The desire for this to end, for soone to co save us, to be able to escape from this place died every day at dawn when our captors returned to torture us, no one is going to save us, there is no escape from this hell.
Or maybe there was but I was too cowardly to end my own life and the rest of the girls were too broken to even try.
How did we end up in this place? It was a question I asked myself every day even if I already knew the answer, it was this damn cruel world, it was our weakness, it was our beauty that condemned us to this hell.
Beauty, we were beautiful, so of us still are, even with the bruises and marks of abuse, we were still beautiful, maybe that’s why n continued to covet us and continued to abuse us.
In a certain way I cursed and thanked my beauty, it was because I was the most beautiful and exotic of all the won here that saved from being raped by the n who intend to sell us as rchandise; they believed that I would be worth a fortune as long as I remained a virgin.
The other girls fared much worse, they were raped almost daily for hours, sotis they forced just one of them to serve almost a dozen n, they tried to break us, train us and enjoy us in the process.
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As for , even though I was still a virgin that didn’t save from all kinds of abuse, they made look closely while they raped the rest, they insulted and torture while they made look, and even now I’m still covered in all the male dirt that they put on ; I might be a virgin but I was just as broken as the other girls.
They didn’t treat us like human beings, we were less than pets to them, they fed us whenever they felt like it and there were even tis when they covered our food with their dirt, but the hunger was too intense and we ate while crying with humiliation.
So of us just couldn’t take it and stopped eating, slowly starving themselves, while others were more drastic and committed suicide by biting their tongues.
It was strange, even in this hell every ti one of us died the pain and despair we felt was even deeper than when we were being abused.
Perhaps in our pain, in our desperation, in our hell the only thing we had was each other, we hug each other at night to endure the cold and do the best we can to help each other; quite ridiculous given our circumstances but still brought us so comfort.
Ti went on and hell took its course, recently they told us that they had finally found a buyer for us so we would soon be out of here; though none of us felt that was a good thing.
At this point, the only thing we rembered about ourselves was our nas and the nas of the other girls, any notions of being rescued or escaping had completely died.
Then it happened, the routine of abuse and rape changed, today soone ca to feed us and left without even glancing at us, maybe we were too dirty and we looked too unpleasant to attract the man’s gaze; That’s what I thought.
The rest of the girls didn’t think too much about it and they all concentrated on eating. Because they already had a buyer, they had started to feed us better so that we would gain a little weight and recover so of our figures, none of us wanted to look more attractive for no one but hunger made us eat desperately.
While I was eating a stupid thought crossed my mind, it was that maybe because they would sell us, maybe we could take a bath, I haven’t had a bath in such a long ti, I miss hot water and soap; at this ti I was so dirty.
But I quickly shook that thought from my mind, no matter how much I wanted to take a bath I would rather remain dirty and unattractive than clean just to beco so degenerate’s sexual pet.
What kind of fate awaited us after this? It would be worse than it already is or it would just be living this hell for the rest of our lives... Or maybe a person who didn’t treat us so badly would buy us? Such naive thought did not last more than a second.
What seed like hours passed and strangely no one had co to torture or harm us, there was a lot of noise outside but because the door was too thick it was not possible to know what was happening.
At so point we began to hear shots followed by cries of pain, it seed that soone was attacking the place, I hope they kill everyone in this place; I hope they kill us too.
At no ti did it cross my mind that the disaster out there was so kind of rescue, any hope would only lead to more pain; sothing that I had learned in my ti here.
The gunshots got louder and louder and the screams beca so loud that they could be heard without any problem even through the steel door.
Then everything beca silent and I assud that whoever the people in this place were dead or everyone who attacked this place was dead, it was strange but I didn’t feel anything about it nor anticipation for the result nor pleasure at the thought of my captors being dead.
Maybe I even stopped caring about that, I think that everything had stopped caring, then... Why did I want to stay alive?
As those dangerous thoughts filled my mind, the door started to open, the creaking of the door brought out of my thoughts and forced to see who had co to this place.
I must admit I was slightly surprised when instead of seeing one of our usual executioners, what appeared in the doorway was a person dressed in black with a creepy-looking white mask.
For so reason, I think I’m not the only person surprised as the masked person didn’t seem to have reacted as if he expected to find us here.
I wonder what he expected to find, I wonder what he will do now, I wonder if he will get us out of here or leave us to our fate... or worse.
The masked person seed to hesitate for a few monts before he decided to take a step into the room, I couldn’t see his face but I was sure of two things, the first was that this person was a man and the second was that this man was probably feeling a lot of disgust right now.
It couldn’t be helped, not only this place but we were also covered in all kinds of filth, not only the sll was disgusting; I imagine it was also an uncomfortable image to look at.
Many unimportant things kept going through my mind, trying to anticipate the next move of the masked man although this was useless I must admit that the next move of the masked man would never have been expected.
It was just a gesture, a simple wave of his hand and the next thing I knew, little by little spheres of water began to form out of nowhere, it was a strange sight that quickly told that this man was an Esper.
I understood that the man was an Esper, but I still didn’t understand his intentions, soon what seed like dozens of liters of pure and crystalline water kept floating in the form of spheres around the man; before starting to fall.
Like intelligent snakes, the water crawled on the ground before reaching and the girls, at that mont I felt fear, but also relief; I assud that the man had decided to kill us all for so reason that only he knew.
Perhaps my only regret was that he would prefer not to die by drowning because I knew that it was much more painful and slow than many might think.
But the suffocation never ca, instead what ca was a soft warm touch that crawled across my skin, how long had it been since I felt the touch of hot water? How long has it been since my body experienced any type of sensation besides pain?
It took a while during which I let myself get carried away by that feeling of comfort that the hot water brought before I understood the intentions of the masked man, he was not trying to kill us; he only wanted to clean the filth that covered us.
I did not know his motives, this could be so kind of kindness from a noble soul or the prelude to a new hell, I did not know, but for a mont... a simple instant... I felt sothing that I had stopped feeling a long ti ago... I felt hope.
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