No one but me fucks this pussy. His words still linger in my head. I guess he wants me to feel grateful for that, but rape is rape, no matter where they do it.
Fortunately, the drugs made it all more bearable like it was just a terrible dream. That was before I figured out what they were doing with my food. The last few days have been agony. Fewer drugs in my system means I’m more aware of every violation and malicious word heaped upon my battered body and mind. I’m too weak to resist, and every invasion of my body chips away the tattered remnants of hope that someone will save me.
I just wish his stupid dick would get hard so he could fuck me and get it over with. He’s tried everything he can think of. Every whip, every cane. Every fucking toy in his Pandora’s box of pain. But he refuses the obvious. The bottle of Viagra sitting on the table beside the bed. I’m sure that would work, but he says if he can’t fuck me on his own then I get the alternative. I wish he’d take the stupid pill. Being raped by a man old enough to be my grandfather would be better than being subjected to the oral gang bang every day.
My throat hurts and my skin is itchy from being covered in flaking patches of bodily fluids. I feel so filthy, inside and out. At first, I tried to let my mind drift to a happier place remembering every moment, no matter how brief they were, that I spent with Grayson. His kiss, the gentle way he cared for me, but it’s useless. My heart’s as broken as my body. My will to fight is fading. It’s easier to give up. I have no hope of escaping. I’m going to die here, almost two thousand miles from anyone who even remotely gives a shit about me. Alone in a nightmare beyond anything I could have ever imagined. And still, I wonder if Grayson even cared that I missed our date that night.
I’m dozing on my cushion, riding the mild high lingering from the few bites I ate of watery oatmeal, waiting for my next round of abuse when the man rushes in and starts gathering up papers from the desk in the far corner. He doesn’t spare me a glance for once and at first, I’m grateful. Maybe today’s the day he won’t be interested in me. Maybe today’s the day they leave me alone.
I lay unmoving staring at the bloodstain on the concrete floor trying not to draw attention to myself. The faint sounds of a commotion upstairs drift to my ears and I strain to. As long as I’ve been here the only noises I’ve heard from upstairs have been the muffled sounds of voices crying out in pain and occasionally the deep laughter of male voices. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only person who’s here against their will. I’m just the only one unfortunate enough to have been singled out by the man in charge here.
Heavy footsteps approach and a shiver of dread slithers down my spine making my skin prickle. I hurry to sit up, but he’s faster than my painful movements and uses the chain to drag me to my feet. I clutch uselessly at the sharp edge of the collar around my throat trying to decrease the pressure and stop it from digging in.
“What’s going on?” I gasp, forcing the words past my tortured throat. It’s the only time I’ve spoken to him directly since the first day, but I’m scared by the change in what has become a routine.
“Nothing that makes any difference to you.” he snaps. “I’m leaving you here with my men. They’ll take good care of you.” He smiles darkly and a wave of terror washes through me turning my arms and legs to lead. My first thought is that he’s given up trying to rape me. Then the reality of what that means hits me. I’m either not going to survive the day or I will, and something much worse will happen.
I wish…but wishing for a miracle now is useless. There’s no miracle for me. There never has been.
“Goodbye little Nikki,” he laughs that odd, grandfatherly laugh, leaning forward until his hot breath puffs against my face. “It was fun while it lasted.”
“Please.” I’m begging for my life and we both know it, but I’d rather take my chances with this man than the ones he’s planning to leave me at the mercy of. This one I have a chance of learning how to please; the rest of them will use me, pass me around and leave me broken on the floor to die. “Please take me with you.” He just chuckles and pats my cheek almost kindly before squeezing my face hard. I can’t stop the cry that bursts from my lips as his fingers dig into the abused muscles of my jaw before he pushes me roughly to the floor.
“And take the fun away from my boys?” he asks, shaking his head. “I couldn’t do that now could I?”
For the first time in weeks, the numbness blanketing my emotions wears off. Hopeless tears sting my eyes and run down my face as I watch him stride toward the small, steep staircase in the back wall of the basement. A gust of warm, fresh air fills my lungs when the hidden door opens. It’s the last taste of the outside world I will have. With a final, almost regretful glance over his shoulder he disappears. The heavy door clanging shut is the harbinger of what's certain to be the end of me. Another hot tear scalds a path down my filthy cheek and falls to the floor.
It’s over, I give up.
Seconds later the door that leads upstairs smashes open letting another burst of air into the stuffy room. I hold as still as possible, waiting quietly for someone to enter. Long moments pass and nothing happens. Someone is out there I can hear the subtle shift of fabric over the faint sounds still emanating from above. Digging deep I gather my courage to call out. There’s nothing worse that can happen than what I know is coming if I’m left here with my captors, so I don’t have anything to lose.
“Help?” I’m scared to draw attention to my presence but the sounds of shouting and crying upstairs are clearer with the door open. That, as well as the man escaping out the hidden door, is making it impossible to shake the glimmer of hope that maybe someone’s coming to save me. The door swings open the rest of the way, groaning on its damaged hinges, but I still can’t see anyone from my spot on the floor. I shift painfully, pulling against the shackle around my throat in my quest to see the owner of whoever broke down the door.
“Is someone there?” I try again. Another heartbeat passes and a large figure fills the doorway.
“Where is he?” A deep voice growls from the shadows, low and angry.
“Gone,” I whisper. So relieved to say it out loud. He’s gone and now I’m at the mercy of this unknown man. I can tell by his voice that he’s not one of those who has been abusing me. I don’t recognize his voice. None of my captors are quite as large as this man either.
“Come out where I can see you.” The raspy voice orders. I do my best to comply. Not wanting him to leave me behind I scoot myself across the floor until the chain tethering me won’t allow me to go another inch. I try to curl up enough to protect my naked body from the gaze of another stranger, but this man hardly even looks at me before his attention is pulled to the room.
“Where did he go?” His voice is filled with rage and I can’t stop myself from flinching. Something about him looks so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what. Maybe it’s his size and Italian complexion. Vaguely I wonder if every man will remind me of this horror for the rest of my life and what that means for my future. Do I even have one after this?
His voice is softer when he speaks to me again. “How did he get out?”