Imprisoned

tags: M/f, MMM+/f, non-cons, rape, anal, throating, drugs, prostitution, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I don't remember how that night started, not much at least, but I do remember my brother, holding me as I smoked some pot. It wasn't what I truly wanted, but he promised that he would give me heroin if I behaved, and that is really all I cared about.

Closing my eyes, I waited for the drugs to kick in while he asked me something. I remember nodding as I felt a little buzz running through my. Then he undressed me, ripping my tshirt open and pulling my panties off my legs. Then I remember him fucking me, his body, sticky with sweat, laying on top of mine as he grunted in pleasure. I must have given him a blowjob at some point, as I could taste his cock in my mouth, but I don't remember it.

It wasn't the first time, and by then it didn't bother me much. It was just how my life was, and I couldn’t remember a time when it was different.

Feeling dizzy, I closed my eyes, wanting it to be over quickly. I wanted to feel the rush again. I needed it, and I felt weaker every minute I spent away from it. When I opened my eyes again I saw the door of my room exploding without warning.

A man rushed in, looking quickly around the room before he came towards us, pointing his flashlight at my face and leaving me blind. He was screaming, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Then my brother was moving above me, screaming wildly as he tried to get away, but the man grabbed him as he was trying to jump out the window and he pushed him against the wall.

Then another man grabbed me by my hair, pulling me off the bed and dragging me out of my room.

“Aaarggggg! It hurts!” I remember screaming, but he didn’t seem to listen.

He dragged me to the living room, where my dad was kneeling next to the TV, wearing only a tshirt. They dropped me next to him, telling me to kneel, and to hold my hands behind my head. I struggled to obey at first, but the drugs were wearing off quickly and the room came into focus.

I could see them clearly now, thought they had their faces covered and they all wore black clothing. One of them was towering in front of me, holding a shotgun in his hand. I could see his mouth, smiling under the mask.

“Please! I haven't done anything!” I pleaded, but he didn't seem to care.

A moment later they dragged my brother in front of us, dropping him onto the floor. He was naked, his cock still covered in my juices and his face covered in blood.� He looked towards me for a moment, before spitting on the carpet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he tried to raise from the floor.

Before he could get up though, one of the men kicked him in the ribs, and his body folded in half from the pain as he collapsed on the floor again.

“Where is the fucking money, bitch?” he asked my brother a moment later, kneeling next to him.

My brother tried to lift himself from the floor, but he couldn't. A wet, gurgling sound filled the room every time he breathed. Then I saw him swallow once, his face turning into a grimace of agony.

“I just need another week, I promise�” he whispered, his voice full of pain.

The man looked at him for a second and then he punched him in the face, driving his head against the floor. It bounced weakly on the carpet as my brother grunted in pain.

By then I was fully awake, and kneeling a few feet away from him, I saw them beating him I mercilessly while he laid on the floor, completely unresisting.

Next to me my dad was silent, staring blankly at the wall as they continued to beat his only son. I could smell the alcohol in his breath, but I could tell he was dead drunk just by looking at him.

“Please, let him go, you are hurting him...” I pleaded weakly, but the man just looked at me for a second before ignoring me again. After that I stayed quiet.

He kept beating him, asking him for the money from time to time, but my brother kept telling him he didn't have it. Around us, other men turned our house upside down, looking for something.

A moment later, another man entered the room. He was smaller than the rest, and when he looked at us, everybody waited patiently.

The man beating my brother stopped, looking at the newcomer, and then he shook his head.

“It's not here, and he says he doesn't have it. He asked for another week.” he said with disgust as he rose from the floor.

My brother stirred in the floor, and I heard him sobbing quietly.

“I swear� just� another week...” he stammered.

The figure watched him quietly for a few seconds. I couldn't see his face, but he seemed disappointed. He sighed loudly, and then he shook his head.

Without another word, he left the room, thought I could hear the back door opening and closing. A moment later, one of the men grabbed me from my hair, pulling me from the floor and pushing me forwards. Another did the same with my father, and two others picked my brother from the floor, dragging him by his arms.

They led us outside, to the back of the house. It was already dark and the rain was falling hard. A few seconds after they pushed me out, I was already soaking wet, my ruined tshirt sticking to my body as I shivered from the cold.

The previous owner had at some point dug a hole in the backyard for a pool, but it was never finished, and when we moved in it was too much work to fill it up. Now it was filled with water and mud, the walls slowly collapsing as they were eroded by the rain.

The man pushed me towards it, and once there he made me kneel on the mud, right at the edge.

“Keep your hands behind your head, bitch!” he screamed at me when I tried to move.

A moment later they did the same with my father, and finally my brother, but he could barely hold himself up.

Terrified, I stood as still as I could despite the cold as I tried to listen to them. Next to me, I could see my brother, swaying on his knees as blood dripped down his face. His chest was red with it, and I could see him trembling as he mumbled something I couldn't hear.

“Just another week, I swear I can have the money!” he finally screamed.

Behind him, one of the men pressed his gun against the back of his head, pushing him towards the hole.

“Too late�” I heard a woman saying behind us.

Before he could say anything else, they shoot him. His face exploded violently, spraying blood and bone all over me, and then I saw him falling slowly into the hole. A second later, he splashed on the water below, already dead.

“Nooooooooo!” I gasped in shock.

Unable to talk, I turned around just as another shot exploded next to me. When I turned around, I saw my father falling on top of my brother’s body. He twitched a few times before staying still as they both started sinking into the mud.

One of the men pointed his flashlight into the bottom, and in the dim light I saw the water at the bottom, already red with blood.

Then I felt a gun pressed against the back of my head and I froze. I closed my eyes as I felt the hot the steel burning me, but I didn't dare to move away from it..

“Please� I don’t want to die...!” I begged weakly.

A moment later I felt something warm trickling between my legs, and I realized I had peed myself.

“Please�” I begged again as my heart beat furiously inside my chest.

I held my breath, thinking that it would be my last, but the same voice as before spoke.

“Wait. Turn her around...” she said, and someone grabbed me by my hair, forcing me around.

The small figure from before was looking down into the hole. A moment later I heard her chuckling and she turned around, facing me as she peeled of her mask. She was a woman, with long blond hair and blue eyes. She was soaking wet, like me, and her hair was sticking to her face, but she didn't seem to mind.

She looked into my eyes, smiling as she tucked my hair behind my ear.

“What is your name, sweetie?” she asked me.

“I� I� I’m Katie�” I said weakly as I sobbed.

“Katie� Don't worry, we are not going to hurt you.” she said a moment later.

I turned my head to one side, watching the dark shape of the whole behind me. I could hear the rain falling into it, but mercifully I couldn't see their bodies from there. I turned to face her again, nodding slowly.

Despite the rain, she opened up her jacket to pull out a pair of handcuffs. Before she closed it, I saw her badge and a nametag that said Lt. Ramirez. Grabbing my wrists, she cuffed them together in front of me, and then one of the men lead me to the front of the house.

There were a few police cars parked outside the house with their lights off. Near the front door, a single man stood guard, holding a shotgun as he tried to stay out of the rain. The one behind me pushed me along, leading me to one of the cars, and once there he pushed me into the back seat before closing the door.

Even though the inside was warm and dry I couldn't stop shivering, and as I waited for them to return I saw them going in and out of the house a few times.

I don't know for how long they left me there, naked and covered in my brothers blood, but the only thing I could think off were her words, and how little I believed her.

----

I spent that night in the police station, locked in a cell in the basement. I was still naked, and as they led me towards the stairs, we passed the other cells, where the other prisoners started calling me names, or telling me how they would fuck me when they had a chance.

Walking next to me, the two cops that were leading me down, smiled innocently as I trembled in fear. When they locked the door behind me I was actually relieved. I couldn't get out, but to me it also meant that they couldn't get in.

After watching me for a minute they left me alone. From my cell I could hear the other men, asking the cops what it would take to have a few minutes with me, but they just laughed before their voices faded away.

The cell itself was a small rectangle with no windows. There was and an old metal bed with a stained mattress and a dirty toilet. One whole wall was the door, made of thick round bars and the only light came from a single light bulb than hung from the ceiling.

I felt cold and tired, but there was nothing for me to cover myself and my shirt was a ruin. Sobbing quietly, I sat on the bed as I tried to clean my face as best as I could my hands.

Not long after that, another cop came in. Like the rest, he was dressed in black and his clothes were still dripping wet. He was tall and handsome, and even though he had been wearing a mask before, I somehow knew he was the one that had beaten my brother.

He stood outside for a moment, just watching me until I covered myself with my arms. Chuckling, he opened the door to the cell and then he closed the door once he was inside.

He walked nonchalantly towards me while I watched him from the bed. I felt exposed and vulnerable without any clothes on, and as he stopped in front of me, towering like a giant, I swallowed nervously.

Without saying a word, he took of his jacket and his shirt, dropping them to the floor. Afraid of what he might do me, I got off the bed, moving to the other side of the locked cell as he watched me.

A moment later he sat on the bed, kicking of his shoes before patting the bed next to him.

“Come here, Katie. I won't bite.” he said, smiling widely.

I shook my head, terrified of him, but he kept smiling.

“Katie, I am going to fuck you, either way. But if you behave it won't hurt so much.” he said. “I saw you with your brother, so you can't tell me you don't know how�”

“Noooo, please� I don't want too�” I begged weakly.

He looked to the floor, looking disappointed for a moment, but when he looked at me again he was smiling.

“Okay, have it your way.” he said before he jumped at me.

“Nooooooooo! Stop!” I screamed as I tried to get away.

He was much quicker than me, and before I could get away he grabbed one of my ankles. Pulling hard, the dragged me towards him while I tried to kick him with my free foot.

Almost without effort, he caught it in mid air, twisting in until I was screaming in pain. The he flipped me over, until I was facing down and he fell on top of me.

“I like it when you struggle, Katie!” he said behind me, as I felt his hot breath on my neck.

I tried to twist my way from under his weight, but he had me pinned to the floor. With a free hand, he ripped what remained of my tshirt, throwing it away, and then he lifted his hips. I hear him grunting above me as he tried to pull his pants down while he held me, and a moment later I felt his cock, already hard, poking at my back.

“Please! Please! Stop! You are hurting me!” I stammered, struggling to breathe as he crushed me with his weight.

But he didn't care what I said, and I felt him moving as he tried to push his cock inside me. I kept struggling, growing desperate as I imagined what he would do to me. Cursing, he lifted his body from mine for a seconds, and I took the chance. I slipped from under his body, pushing myself up as I tried to escape.

But like before he was faster than me. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until I was screaming in agony, and then his knee slammed between my open legs. I gasped in pain as my body folded in half, and by the time I fell to the floor again I couldn't breathe.

Cursing me, he moved quickly, spreading me on the floor as he fell on top of me. A moment later I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. He was much bigger than my brother, and he struggled to push his way inside me.

“You are hurting meeee!” I seemed wildly as I felt my pussy being stretched. “Please!”

I was far from wet, but he didn't seem to care. He kept pushing, moving deeper and deeper until I was screaming in agony.

“Ohhhh, fuck you're tight�” he moaned behind me.

I was sobbing desperately by then, and every time he moved a new layer of agony seemed to explode inside me.

But a moment later he stopped, grunting angrily just before he pulled out. I must have been to tight for him, I thought hysterically as his cock left my pussy. I breathed deeply a few times before I felt him moving on top of me.

He was trying to get into a more comfortable position for him, but before he could react I twisted around, dragging my nails over his face.

“Fucking bitch!” he screamed in anger as he jumped away from me, clutching at his face.

When he pulled his hand away, I saw four red lines crossing his face. He looked confused for a moment, but I was terrified.

“I am sorry!” I stammered a moment later, realizing what I had done. “I� I didn't mean to�”

But instead of hitting me, he simply smiled. Without a word he pulled his cock inside his pants while I laid on the floor, perfectly still. I feared that he might explode at any moment, but then he started laughing.

“You shouldn't have done that, Katie.” he said later.

Trembling in fear, I saw him walking towards me again, but I couldn't move. He crouched next to me, grabbing my arm and twisting it until he could see the needle marks that ran all over the inside of my arm.

“Your brother gave you heroin, didn't he. That is why you let him fuck you? ” he asked me, and I nodded slowly.

“Well, let's see how you do without it. Maybe it will help you change your mind.” he said, raising from the bed.

Without another word, he grabbed his clothes from the bed and then he left me as I trembled on the floor. A moment later the lights went off and darkness filled the room.

Unable to see, I crawled to the bed before lying down. I tried to calm myself, breathing deeply as I hugged my knees to my chest but I was already feeling a little dizzy.

I couldn't remember when was the last time I had a shoot, but that only meant that it had been too long already. A moment later, a cold sweat broke all over my body as I told myself that I would be okay.

----

I don't know how long they left me alone, but in the darkness and the state I was in it was impossible to tell. I had felt the symptoms of withdrawal before, when my brother wanted to punish me, but never for so long.

For most of the time, I was doubled over in the bed unable to move. I felt nauseous and despite the cold I kept sweating all the time, until the mattress was a soggy mess. My mouth felt dry and every moment was an agony as every bone in my body seemed to be broken.

I cried for help from time to time, but the few times they came they simply pointed a flashlight at me before leaving. In the complete darkness that was the cell, the light was blindingly bright and it made my head hurt. Worse was knowing that they weren’t going to help me, no matter what.

As time went on it just became worse and worse. I couldn't stop shivering, and I felt agitated and nervous. When I closed my eyes I heard voices all around me, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't sleep.

After a while the nausea disappeared, and I thought the worst had passed, but some time later it returned much stronger than before. I started puking uncontrollably, and in the darkness I couldn't find the toilet. I barely managed to roll to one side, hanging my head from the edge of the bed as the acid burned my throat.

When it finally stopped, I managed to beg for help again, my voice broken and hoarse, but no one came.

I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion at some point, though I don't know how. When I opened my eyes again, the light around me was blindingly bright and my head started beating furiously. After some effort I managed to opened them a little and I saw the same cop as before, leaning against the door.

There were no scars on his face, but he was smiling, looking pleased with himself. I started sobbing again, as I knew what would happen now.

Without a word he pulled something from his pocket, and I gasped as I saw the syringe, filled with a clear brown liquid. He held it in front of me, and I could feel my body trembling in anticipation.

“You want some of this?” he asked me.

Whatever fight had been inside me was gone by then. I nodded eagerly, fighting the urge to go towards him, but I knew it wasn't so simple.

“If you want to, you have to do something for me, Katie. Since you are so filthy, I think a blowjob will be enough. For now at least�” he said.

I hung my head in defeat and I was about to get up from the bed when he told me to stop.

“No� I want you to crawl towards me, otherwise there is no deal.” he said, his smile never leaving his face.

It never crossed my mind to tell him no. A moment later I kneeled on the floor and I started crawling towards him. It was humiliating, but the only thing I could think then was in the drug. When I got to him, I sat on the floor, just between his legs. Without waiting for him, I opened his pants and I took his cock in my hand.

He was already hard, and up close it looked too big to be real. I looked up into his eyes, hoping to find some mercy, but he just smiled. Swallowing nervously, I closed my eyes and I started pumping it.

When I took it into my mouth, the taste of his unwashed cock flooded my mouth. I gagged at first, thought it wasn't something new, and a moment later I started running my tongue around his cock. My brother had taught me how to pleasure him like this, so it wasn't hard, thought he was much bigger and I couldn't get more than half of his cock inside my mouth.

He seemed happy to let me do all the work, at least so far, so I started blowing him as best as I could. When I closed my eyes I could see the syringe in front of me, and as I trembled in anticipation I told myself that he was sure to cum soon.

Moaning in pleasure, he grabbed my head and he started guiding me faster and faster, until I had trouble keeping up, but before long his legs started to tremble and I knew he was close.

“Get ready, bitch. And don't you dare spill my cum�” he said as he held me down, pushing his cock against the back of my mouth.

I was desperate to breathe, but I knew better than to disobey. I stood still as he came in my mouth, filling it with his seed. The taste was awful, and I started retching as the pungent taste of bleach flooded my mouth.

But it was over a moment later, and I managed not to puke. When he was done, he pushed my head back, and I stumbled to the floor. Cum spilled from my open mouth, but I held my hand under my chin, catching most of it. When I caught my breath, I licked my hand clean as he watched me.

When it was over I felt humiliated and I started sobbing quietly. Above me he was pulling his cock inside his pants, and only then he kneeled in front of me.

“Well, you earned it, Katie.” he said, showing me the needle in his hand.

He took my hand, leading me to the bed, and after I laying down he took my arm. I closed my eyes when I felt the prick of the needle and a moment later the pressure as he pushed the liquid inside my arm.

I felt the rush a moment later, as the drug filled my body almost instantly. I shuddered in pleasure, crying in joy as I felt my body relaxing. At some point I heard myself moaning softly, and the room slowly faded away, until I was alone inside myself.

Everything that had happened before seemed to slowly fade away, like it always did. I remember smiling dumbly as I felt both excited and relaxed at the same time.

A few hours later I realized I wasn't alone anymore. I turned my head to one side, but I did it too quickly. The room swam in my vision, making me dizzy. The room smelled strongly of bleach, and for a second I felt a sour taste on the back of my hand as I remembered the man cumming in my mouth.

Rolling to one side, I managed to look around before I noticed that the floor was clean. Someone must have done it while I was high.

Leaning against the door was Lt. Ramirez, smiling at me.

“Hey, Katie.” she said as she sat on the bed next to me. I felt too light head to try to get up, so I laid still, looking at her.

“You know, we searched your brother's house. He was telling the truth, our money wasn't there.” she said.

Images of that night flashed inside my mind, but they seemed distant and confusing. I couldn't remember what had happened.

“That is a problem, we kind of wanted it back, you know? But I talked to my boss and we realized that we have an opportunity here.” she rested her hand on my thigh, and I felt the skin under it erupting in goose bumps.

“I know it’s a bit unfair, but I think you will agree that it's important we get out money back, don't you say?” she asked me.

I nodded stupidly, not knowing what she meant, but I don't think it would have made any difference.

“Good. I knew you would understand.” she said, getting up from the bed.

She stopped for a moment, looking around the tiny cell before looking at me once more.

“You like it here? Its cozy, isn't it?” she asked. I managed to nod before realizing what I was doing.

“That is good. You will be working here from now on, until you pay back the debt. It shouldn't take long, to a girl like you...”

She stood in front of me, watching me as if she expected something.

“I don't understand�” I finally said.

But she simply ignored me as she left the cell before closing the door behind her. From the other side of the door, she looked at me again.

“You are a smart girl, Katie. You will figure it out soon enough.” she said before leaving.

A moment later I heard her footsteps fading away while I trembled in my bed, fearing what I was starting to know would happen next.

----

A few hours later, another one of the cops came down. He stopped by the door, watching me as I sat against the wall and then another man came down. He was wearing jeans and a white tshirt.

The cop opened the door for the man, and after he was in he closed it once more. Smiling to himself, the man looked around the cell before he started taking his clothes off. He folded them neatly, one by one, before leaving them on the floor.

I looked at the cop in horror, but the just raised an eyebrow in warning, and I knew what I was expected to do. The man, now naked, came towards the bed as I cowered in fear. Sitting next to me, he ran his hands over my legs, making me shudder.

I felt my skin crawling where he touched me, but I didn't dare move.

“You are so pretty�” he said a moment later, leaning towards me.

As I felt his breath washing over my face, I remembered the last few days and how much I had suffered when they left me alone in the room. The horror of being alone in the darkness and the desperation I felt as my body craved heroin.

Whimpering, I leaned towards him, moving my hand between his legs until I found his cock. It wasn't too big, I thought as he moaned in pleasure. Pushing him down, I made him lay on my bed as he watched me with a smile.

Trembling in fear, I spat on my hand, smearing my saliva over my pussy, hoping it would be enough. Then I climbed on top of him, caressing his chest as I slid his cock inside me.

I was still far too dry, but I managed to push his cock all the way inside me, and after a minute I felt my body responding.

“Ohhhhh�” I moaned as I moved my hips in a circle.

I felt no pleasure, but it was obvious that he was enjoying himself, and a moment later I started moving faster, trying to get it over with. As he lost himself in his own pleasure, I felt his hands grabbing my hips and he started fucking me much harder than before.

From time to time I felt a stab of pain as his cock slipped out of me, making me wince, but he just kept going.

“You are so pretty�” he said once more.

A moment later he started grunting as his body became tense, and he finally came. I could feel his cum, shooting inside me as I gasped in shock, but despite the revulsion I felt I couldn't move.

Jet after jet, I felt his cum splashing inside me, until he collapsed back on the bed, his fingers digging painfully into my hips.

He was panting heavily, with� his eyes closed as I stood paralyzed. My brother had never used a condom, but he had always come outside me. For a moment I couldn't think of nothing else but his cum, moving inside me.

A minute later, he pushed me to one side, and I got up. I felt his cum, dripping out of me as I watched his cock, shining under the dim light with my juices. I was terrified, but I didn't know what to do.

As he started dressing, I sat on the bed, grabbing my head. I tried to think of something, but my mind was a white wall of nothing.

A moment later I realized he was gone. I sat on the toilet, and I pushed a finger inside me. My pussy felt sore and I could feel his cum inside it. Shivering in disgust, I moved my finger around, scooping out as much as I could.

It was the only thing I could do, I realized, no matter how little it was.

----

He wasn't the last man to visit the cell, either. Soon they were coming one after the other to fuck me. At first one of the cops would always watch us, but soon they decided it wasn't necessary and the men came alone.

Some just wanted to fuck my pussy, others wanted a blowjob. A few came in twos, taking their pleasure as one fucked me from behind while I blew the other. Neither of them said a word to me, except to tell me how pretty I was, or how good my lips felt around their cocks.

I panicked the first time one of them asked to fuck my asshole, but I managed to convince him that he was too big for me, and in the end I gave him a blowjob and he came on my face. Others seemed to take their pleasure in hurting me, calling me a slut or a whore as I moaned in fake pleasure under them.

I felt humiliated and abused as men after the men took their pleasure from me, but there was nothing I could do. Whenever I resisted, they threatened to leave me without heroin again, and the mere idea made me feel weak an feverish.

On the other hand, when I behaved I got as much drugs as I wanted. Soon I was high most of the time and their faces became a blur.

It wasn't long before I surrendered completely. When they came into the cell, I would take them to my bed, giving them a blowjob or climbing on top of them so they could fuck me. Once they were gone I would lay on my bed, waiting for the next man. Sometimes I had only a few minutes to rest before the next one came in.

The more time passed, the more I became used to the abuse, but from time to time it became too much. At the end of the day I would curl up in my bed as I sobbed quietly, praying for it to be over soon. I would dream of my home, and of the few friends I had before, thought sometimes their faces were hard to remember.

One day I woke up hearing footsteps outside my cell. When I opened my eyes I saw a man watching me. He was short and fat, with a round body and no hair. Next to him there was a thin boy, maybe 15 or 16 years old. He looked nervous and uncomfortable, but when his father opened the cell door he followed him inside.

“This is my son.” he said, pushing the kid towards me. “I think it's time he became a man.”

I looked at the boy, wondering what he felt about that. He was a scrawny looking kid who wore thick glasses. He looked uncomfortable and afraid. I looked away, saddened as I realized I had no choice.

Instead I took his hand, looking at his father until he walked away, though he didn't go far. I could hear him playing with his phone outside the door.

I led the boy to the bed, holding his hand as he trembled.

“What's your name?” I asked him as I made him sit on the bed.

“David.” he finally mumbled. He kept licking his lips as he looked into my eyes, making me feel uncomfortable.

“David, okay. Just relax, let me help you, okay?” I said, kneeling in front of him. I laid my hands on his legs, running them along as I tried to get him to relax.

I swallowed nervously, and then I pulled his pants and his underwear down. His cock was still soft, and his face turned red with sham. Feeling terrible for him, I grabbed his cock in my hand, pumping it softly once or twice.

“This will feel really good, just relax.” I said as I leaned over his cock.

I took him into my mouth, sucking it softly. It tasted of soap, and I felt a little better as I felt him getting hard. Above me he started moaning, and then he grabbed my head, pushing himself all the way inside my mouth.

I kept blowing him as I grabbed his balls, playing with them until his cock stopped growing. Pushing his hands away from my head, I pulled out, much to his dismay. He looked eager now, and that nervousness from before was gone.

After telling him to undress, I stood up. I watched as he tore his clothes off, throwing them to the floor. Once he was naked, he leaned closer to me, closing his eyes as he tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away.

Instead I told him to lay on the bed, and then I climbed on top of him. His cock slipped easily inside me, and I started fucking him as he moaned loudly. Like most men, he stood still, leaving all the work to me, but I didn't care as it was usually less painful that way.

As I moved my hips, he relaxed more and more. His mouth hung open as he moaned softly, and his eyes were closed.

Less than a minute later he started shuddering and he finally came. He looked embarrassed again, and his face turned a deep shade of red as he stammered an apology.

“It's okay. It sometimes happens.” I said as I sat on the bed.

He dressed quickly, without looking at me, and then he left so fast that he almost crashed on his dad.

----

Lt. Ramirez came to visit from time to time. She would stand outside my cell watching me as I rested or sometimes as a man fucked me.

Whenever we were alone I would ask her how much more I had to endure, and her response was always the same.

“Just a bit more. I will let you know.” she would always say.

One night, I woke up and I saw her sitting on the bed, right next to me. My whole body felt stiff, and my pussy was sore and sticky from all the men that had fucked me. I could still taste their cum in my mouth, but I had nothing to wash the taste away.

A moment later she started caressing my hair, almost tenderly. I hesitated for a moment before I finally spoke.

“It hurts� I can't� please, no more�” I managed to say.

She breathed deeply, looking somehow disappointed, and then she shook her head.

“I know, but you know you haven't paid your debt.” she said.

I wanted to tell her it wasn't mine, it was my brothers� but I didn't. Instead I nodded slowly, wiping the tears that were now falling down my face.

“Katie� I think it's unfair that only the boys get to have fun, don't you think?” she asked me, making me tremble.

She stood up, smiling as she pulled her pants off, and then her shirt. She folded them neatly before laying them on the floor, next to the bed. Naked, she stood next to me, looking into my eyes.

She was a short and thin woman, with medium sized breast and wide hips. Her blue eyes were impossible to resist and her long blonde hair was always tied behind her hair.

“Touch me, Katie.” She ordered me.

Trembling nervously, I moved my hand between her legs, brushing her pubic hair with my fingers. She bit her lower lips, grabbing one of her breasts as she stood still. Then I pushed it between her legs, until I felt her pussy. She was already wet, and her warm juices were dripping down her legs by the time I slipped a finger inside her.

“Ahhhhhhh. Yes�” she moaned as she closed her eyes.

I didn't know what to do, so I started rubbing harder as I pushed another finger inside her. She was soaking wet, and her juices started dripping down my arm as I watched mesmerized.

“Do you know where my clit is, Katie?” she asked me softly.

I nodded numbly, moving my thumb over it. She started moaning louder as she fondled her breasts, but a moment later she brushed my hand away.

“No, not like that. I want to feel you mouth.” she said.

I looked at her, suddenly afraid. I knew what she wanted, but I had never done anything like that. But it was obvious that to her it didn't matter what I thought. Smiling warmly, she pushed me against the bed before she climbed on top of my chest.

Then she moved forwards, until her pussy was right above my face. The smell was overwhelming, and I could hardly breathe. Trying to hold her away from me, I grabbed her ass with both hands but it made little difference. Before I could say anything, she lowered her hips until her pussy was pressed against my face.

I opened my mouth, tasting her pussy for the first time, and I heard her gasping in surprise. It tasted of piss and salt, a musky mixture that was far from pleasant to me, but before I could do anything about it she started grinding her pussy against my face.

Trying to get it over as quickly as possible, I slipped my tongue between her lips, and after a while I managed to slip a couple of fingers inside her. Like all men, the closer she got to her orgasm, the faster she moved as she forced her pussy against my face.

Desperate to breathe, I kept trying to push her away, but she held me down easily.

Lost in her own pleasure, she fucked my face with her pussy until she finally came. I heard the muffled cries of pleasure as her body rocked above me, and then it was over. She collapsed on top of me, and I managed to move from under her crotch just enough for me to breathe again.

When she recovered, she moved further down, laying on the tiny bed next to me. A moment later she hugged me, nuzzling her head against my shoulder while I stood still, not knowing what I should do.

Despite all the things I had suffered because of her, none of the men had ever done anything like that to me and I didn't know how to react.

After a while, she propped herself on her side and then she pulled me around. Grabbing my face, she looked into my eyes, and oblivious to her juices, she kissed me. It was just a peck, like the one a mother would give a child, though she left me stunned and unable to speak.

Then without a word she got up, dressing herself carefully before she left me alone once more.

It wouldn't be the last time she came to see me.

----

Besides the men, the cops also came to see me every other day. Most of the time they visited me alone, just wanting a blowjob or a quick fuck, but sometimes they came in a group. I came to fear those days, as they would slowly get rougher and rougher.

The first time they did, there were 5 of them. They cuffed my hands behind my back, and after forming a big circle they made me kneel in the center. I had to give each one a blowjob, making them cum before I moved on to the next one.

With my hands behind my back they took turns fucking my mouth, and as I had no way to stop them they took their pleasure in forcing their cock into my throat. I would start gagging and coughing while they laughed, and by the second man my neck and my jaw were sore and stiff.

After I made him cum, I swallowed his seed and then I moved to the third. I kneeled in front of him, scraping my knees on the bare concrete floor, and I breathed deeply as I tried to relax my jaw.

When I looked into his face, as they liked me to do, I saw he was smiling quietly while the others laughed. I had to look away, suddenly nervous, but I took him into my mouth anyway.

He was bigger than the other two, and long as he was, I had trouble swallowing more than a third of his cock. No matter how much I tried, his cock would push up against the top of my mouth, making me gag.

As I worked on his cock, he stood silently, grabbing my head with one hand as he guided my movements. His fingers wrapped around my hair, and I started trembling, knowing that something was about to happen.

“I don't think you are working hard enough, Katie” he said a moment later, pulling from my hair.

“I am sorry!” I said when he gave me a chance to breathe.

Before I could do anything, he pulled out his gun, moving it slowly towards my head as I tried desperately to pull away. He pressed it against my head, pushing harder and harder as he held me in place.

“You should be grateful, Katie. We care about you so much, and what do you do?” he asked me.

“I� I don't� please, stop� you are scaring me�” I stammered weakly from the floor.

Towering above me, he started laughing as I sobbed hysterically. I could feel the gun pressing against my head and I thought he was going to shoot me.

“I will give you another chance, what do you guys say?” he asked the other men who started cheering him on.

“The only thing you have to do is take my cock into your mouth, until your little lips are wrapped around the base and my cock is all the way inside your whore throat. Its shouldn't be too hard for you�” he told me.

I watched his cock, covered in my saliva as it wavered in front of me face. I couldn't do it, I knew I couldn't, but I had to try. I nodded pathetically at him and he released me. Moving forwards I opened my mouth, stretching my jaws as wide as I could.

Moving slowly, I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth, feeling as the head moved over my tongue and into the back of my mouth. I started gagging then, and I felt tears running down my face as I concentrated.

“Come on�” he said, pushing the gun against my head.

Behind him, I could hear a few of the men were laughing nervously.

Then it became too much and I had to pull out. Long strings of slimy saliva dripped from my open mouth and his cock was a mess. I started coughing, feeling a sour taste on the back of my mouth, though I managed not to puke.

“Please� I can’t, it's too big�” I begged, just before the pressed the gun tightly against my head once more.

“Please! Please! I can't� Noooooooo!” I screamed.

He watched me silently, smiling as I sobbed hysterically, and a moment later I took him into my mouth again. I was desperate, my breathing fast and shallow and my heart beating furiously inside my chest.

Then I heard a click next to my head, and I froze. The room was deadly silent.

“I am waiting, Katie�” he said, his voice cold.

Trembling, I moved forwards again, steeling myself to what I knew I had to do. I moved the head of his cock into the back of my mouth, and then I sucked hard. Saliva was running down my chin, too much for me to swallow, and then I moved my whole body forwards as they watched.

I felt his cock, pressing hard against the back of my mouth for a moment and then and then it jumped forwards, moving quickly into my throat as I started retching.

“Oooohhhhh, yes! I knew she could do it!” the man cheered as I choked on his cock.

A moment later I couldn't control myself any longer and I started puking. Burning acid shot from my stomach, flooding my throat and my mouth. Desperate not to puke on him, I fell back as vomit flowed over my face and my hair.

Desperate to breathe, I rolled on the floor in panic, as I couldn't wipe my face with my hands cuffed behind my back.

After a while I managed to breathe again, though every time I did I felt my throat burning from the abuse. Rolling over once more, I folded my knees under my body and then I used my head to lift myself from the floor.

“Uughhhhh�” I gagged on the awful taste.

When I managed to open up my eyes, they were all watching me as they laughed. A few had their cell phones out, and they were filming me. I felt my face turning a deep shade of red as they humiliated me further.

Then I saw the man I had been blowing. His face was red with anger, and I saw his pants, covered in my puke.

“I am sorry!” I stammered in panic, as he was still holding his gun in his hand.

He watched me silently for a while, his face a mask of anger, until I crawled back to him. I took him into my mouth, using my tongue to clean his cock and then I started blowing him once more.

This time I only tried to take half of his cock at once though, as I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, but he seemed satisfied. A moment later I heard him putting his gun away and I breathed in relief.

After a few minutes, I felt him relax and he finally came, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed nervously, waiting for him to do something, but when he was done he pulled his pants back up and he left. Still trembling in fear, I crawled to the next man and I started blowing him.

Like the rest, he quickly grabbed my head, guiding me as I tried to pleasure him as best as I could, but I had to stop often, as I couldn't breathe well.

Behind me, I could hear the other men talking among themselves.

“No way that is possible, man� look at the size of that thing!”

“This one is cool, I’d like to try that one day�”

My mind, filled with fear as I trembled on the floor. I tried to imagine what they had in mind but it was impossible. A moment later they started laughing and one of them left the cell running. He returned a minute later, just as I finished swallowing a fourth load of cum. For a moment I felt nauseous, and I had to close my eyes as the room started swimming in front of me, but soon the sensation was gone.

I sat on the floor, waiting for the next one but when I turned they were all watching one of their cell phones, laughing as they pointed at the screen.

“This one?” one of them asked, showing the phone to the others.

As one, they started nodding. They looked coldly at me, making me shudder in fear but there was nothing I could do.

“Come here, Katie.” said one of them.

Without waiting to be told twice, I crawled on my knees towards them, my head hanging in shame. Once I was in front of him, he made me turn around and he removed the handcuffs. I rubbed my sore wrist, happy to be free of them, but my freedom was short lived.

He grabbed my hands, and he started tying them with a rope, wrapping it a couple of times around them before they made a knot. It was uncomfortably tight, much more so than the cuffs, and when I tried to moved them the rope dug painfully in my skin.

Then he took the rope further up along my arms, tying my elbows together. Once they were joined, he started pulling them closer and closer, until I was wincing from the pain. When they were touching, he made another knot, locking it in place.

The position was incredibly uncomfortable, and I had to push my shoulders way back just to be able to breathe, putting even more pressure on my back.

“It's too tight, please�” I begged as I struggled uselessly.

But he wasn't done. He then kneeled in front of me holding the other end of the rope, and he wrapped it around my chest twice, under and over my breasts. As he pulled it tighter around my chest, breathing became even harder.

“Mmmmm� I think her tits are actually too small for this�” he said as he held the rest of the rope in one hand. I looked away, embarrassed.

A moment later he started caressing my breasts, running his hands over my skin as his fingers circled my nipples. I trembled in fear as I struggled to breathe. Then without warning, he pinched both my nipples and he started pulling, dragging my whole body towards him

“Aaaargghhhhhhh! Stoooop!” I screamed in agony as I gritted my teeth.

When he finally released me, he started slapping my breasts, over and over again. Pain flashed brightly in my mind, and unable to breathe, the only thing I managed was a dry grunt of agony.

Desperate to escape, I tried to move back but he grabbed the back of my head with one hand, holding me in place as he kept slapping me with the other.

Hot tears streamed down my face, and just as I was about to reach my limit, he stopped.

My body fell limp as I sobbed hysterically, and I would have collapsed on the floor if not for him holding me.

“Hold her up, man!” he said enthusiastically, and a moment later someone else grabbed my hair, holding me up.

My breast were burning in agony, and when I managed to look down I saw they were red and swollen. Unable to stand the sight, I closed my eyes as he started pulling the ropes.

He tied a loop around the two lengths wrapping around my chest and before I could realize what it mean, he started pulling hard, dragging the ropes over my skin and pressing them together. They clamped my breast tightly in between, until I could feel them beating along with my heart as blood pooled inside them.

When I managed to open my eyes again, my breasts were bloated and purple as the ropes squeezed them. I watched them in shock, unable to believe what I was seeing as they slowly turned a deep blue color.

“Nooooo! Please! Take it off!” I screamed in panic, but he just laughed at me.

“Let's take her to the bed.” he said a moment later. “Up you go, bitch!”

Between the two, they dragged me to the bed, lifting me up and laying my chest over the mattress. The headboard dug painfully against my hips and a moment later they tied my legs to the headboard, one to either side, leaving my feet just inches from the floor and my whole weight resting on my hips.

Desperate to relieve the pressure, I tried to get up, but they held me down against the bed, pressing my tortured breast against the mattress.

But they weren't finished yet. A moment later they grabbed my arms, pulling up towards the foot off the bed, until I felt as if they were just going to rip them off my body. Using the last of the rope, they tied it around my wrists, and finally the other end to the foot locking my arms in place.

“Please� it hurts�” I begged weakly as I concentrated desperately on breathing.

The position was immensely painful, and worse of all, it left me completely exposed and defenseless. A moment later I felt someone's cock slipping into my pussy and I started moaning in pain as he fucked me.

Grabbing the headboard, he started fucking me furiously, using his cock as punishment. Whenever I complained he would slap my ass, adding even more pain to my already tortured mind.

Dazed from the pain, I lost all sense of time as my arms and my legs became numb. Unable to move, I closed my eyes as I concentrated on breathing, but every time it became just a little harder than before.

When he finally came inside me, I felt his cock slipping out of my pussy, leaving me sore and filled with his cum. A few seconds later another cock entered me, continuing where the previous one had left. Like before, they took turns fucking me one after the other. They seemed to be competing to see who could hurt me the most, as each one was more brutal the last.

With my head was hanging lower than my hips, blood started to pool inside it, making me feel dizzy and feverish. My eyes seemed too big for me and my mouth swelled inside my mouth.

I don't know how many of them fucked me, or how long it lasted. By then I was a blubbering mess, sobbing hysterically as I prayed for it to end. Then I felt one of them pressing his cock against my asshole.

“Noooooooo� Please!” I begged with renewed panic as I pulled weakly from the ropes.

But his only response was another slap on my ass, making me jump until my arms and legs woke up in agony.

Grunting behind me, whoever he was tried to push his cock inside me. I tried to resist as much as I could, clenching my asshole until I was about to pass from the exertion. I knew that relaxing would make it less painful, but panic had overridden my mind.

“What's the problem man, it's too tight for you?” one of them asked him, laughing at him.

The pressure behind me suddenly disappeared as he spat over my asshole.

“I just need to open her up a little, that's all.” he said confidently from behind me.

I felt his hand smearing his saliva around my ass until his fingers were over my asshole. As I tensed again, he pushed with his thumb, and I was unable to stop him. I gasped in shock as I felt him moving it inside me, but it only lasted a moment.

“Better be careful with that baton, man! Ramirez is going to be pissed if you fuck her up!” one of them said.

It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant, and when I did I felt my blood freezing inside me. I started pulling from the ropes in blind panic, though it was useless.

“Nooooooooo! Noooo! Noooo! Please!” I screamed in panic until my voice was a dry hoarse.

A moment later I felt something cold and hard pressing against my asshole, and he started pushing it hard. I couldn't move away from it, and as he pushed with all his weight, my sphincter finally gave in and I felt it moving quickly inside me.

I gasped in shock, air rushing out of my lungs as the baton moved deeper and deeper inside me. I closed my eyes as tears ran down my face and my mouth hung open in a silent cry. Behind me, I could hear him was laughing in triumph as he pushed it deeper and deeper.

Soon I could feel it moving inside me, just under my stomach and the sensation was dreadful. A dull pain slowly spread along my body, until even breathing became painful.

“Please...!” I begged.

A moment later the baton finally stopped. I tried to stay as still as possible, as every movement would sent bolt of pain running along my body. Then it started to move out, and I gasped in shock once more until it was finally out.

“There, that should do it.” he said a moment later.

I felt my asshole gaping open in agony, and then the baton landed on the mattress, right next to my face. It was covered in shit and blood, almost all the way to the handle.

Closing my eyes, I tried to block the images that were forming in my head as I imagined what my asshole might look like, but when he pushed his cock inside me it became impossible. He started fucking my asshole just as roughly as the other had in my pussy before.

A burning sensation started to spread inside me, moving slowly until it covered my whole body.

He didn't last long, but another took his place when he was done, and then another. My mind, unable to deal with so much pain, just drifted away.

At some point they must have gotten bored with me, because when I came back there was only one of them with me. He was getting dressed, buttoning his shirt and hanging his belt around his hips.

Once he was done, he walked towards me and he ran his hand over my back. I tried to move away from his hand but I was still tied to the bed.

I heard him chuckling softly a moment later as he started untying me. First, he released my arms from the bed first and then my legs. Before I could realize my mistake I tried to get up but my legs simply folded under my body. I landed awkwardly on the floor as a slow but steady tingling sensation started to spread from my toes along my legs.

Without a word, he rolled me over until I was facing down and he continued untying me.

He quickly undid the ropes along my arms, and a moment later I felt them crawling with pain as blood rushed back into them once more. I had to bite my lips to stop myself from crying, but the pain was excruciating.

Then he rolled me over once more, laying me on my back as I shuddered, and without warning he untied my breasts.

All the pain and the suffering I had experienced before was nothing compared to what I felt. White, searing pain flooded my mind and I heard myself wailing just before everything disappeared.

----

Despite it being the only thing that allowed me to stand the constant abuse I suffered, sometimes the drugs made it hard to know what was real and what was just a dream. I would sometimes wake up, drenched in sweat as a man touched me. Then I would blink and he would be gone once more, and I would be left wondering if he had been real or not.

One of those times, I was about to fall asleep still high from my last dose when I opened up my eyes and I saw a little girl, no more than 10 or 11 years old, on the other side of the door.

She was standing there, looking at me as she held a doll under her arms. She was blond, with deep blue eyes and a round face. I felt I knew her from somewhere, but I couldn't remember from where.

I sat on the bed, rubbing my eyes as I waited to wake up, but she was still there, watching me silently.

“Do you like my doll?” she finally asked me a moment later.

Her voice was too real to be a dream, I thought as I nodded quietly at her.

“What is her name?” I asked her a moment later.

“Her name is Suzy!” she said brightly. “And I am Joanne, but my friends sometimes call me Jo.”

Then I heard� footsteps approaching coming down the stairs and I panicked. I tried to get up, thinking that I had to get her out of there. What if it was another man, coming to fuck me? I felt my body shuddering in terror as I struggled to move, but Joanne looked towards the side before smiling.

“Hey, baby! What are you doing down here all alone?” Lt. Ramirez asked her, picking her from the floor with practiced ease. “You know you are not supposed to be here, baby�”

“I am sorry mommy, I was bored.” Joanne said, hugging her mother’s neck.

I stood paralyzed for a while, just watching as she rocked her daughter in her arms. It had never crossed my mind that she would have a child, but Joanne was a copy of her mother, with the same face, the same hair and the same eyes.

“Come, let's go, Baby. She is a bad girl, you can't talk to her.” she said to her daughter as she turned around to leave.

Joanne looked at me shyly, waving her little hand at me as her mother took her away.

“Mommy, was that girl naked?” I heard her asking her mother just before they were gone.

Alone once more, I laid on my bed, as I started sobbing quietly until one of them came to my with another dose.

----

I don't know how long they kept me there. Between the drugs and the constant rapes I lost all sense of time, but from time to time I would still ask them how much longer I had to be there.

The drugs, the abuse and the lack of sleep slowly consumed my body. I lost weight and I felt weak all the time, so much that getting up from the bed became a struggle and I would just lay on the bed, rolling over when a man came to fuck me.

Maybe at first I still had the hope that they were telling the truth, that someday, when I paid my brothers debt, they would let me go. But with time I lost even then and I stopped asking. I was convinced that I was never going to get out, that it had all been a lie, and that finally destroyed me.

----

Then one day, Ramirez came to the cell again. She had been gone for a while, and I couldn't remember the last time she had come. She sat on my bed, caressing my hair almost tenderly, as I laid next to her.

“It's over, Katie. You are going home.” she said a moment later.

I watched her for a while, unable to believe her at first, but she told me it was true. I started sobbing, and it took me a while before I managed to say something.

“Thank you...” I whispered.

“It's okay. We are going to take you home now.” she said, looking towards the door.

I was too tired to realize that I had no home to go back to. A moment later two cops came into the cell, holding an old bed sheet. Ramirez made me sit on the bed, and then they wrapped it around my body, covering me completely.

Unable to see, I could only hear and feel what was happening around me. Then I felt one of them lifting me from the floor, carrying me over his shoulder as he took me away from the cell.

We crossed a few doors and I heard muffled voices all around us, until finally another door opened and I felt the cold outside air rushing over my body.

A soft pattering sound surrounded me as he kept walking and through the sheet I could smell rain. A few moments later I heard a door opening and they laid me down. I tried to stretch my legs but there was no room, and when I heard a door closing above me, I realized I was inside a trunk.

I panicked as I tried to escape from the sheet, but I was too weak and when the car started moving around me I became dizzy.

The inside of the trunk grew uncomfortably hot, and as the car started moving faster the buzzing of the wheels on the pavement became overwhelmingly loud. The heat and the darkness, not being able to move and the terror that was raising inside me, all convinced until I felt incredibly sick.

I felt a sour taste raising on the back of my mouth as I struggled with the sheet with all the strength I had left. I feared I would puke while still trapped inside it, but I finally managed to get my head out. When I took a deep breath through, the air inside the truck tasted foul and thick.

“Let me out! Please!” I screamed as loud as I could. “Please!”

But even I couldn't hear my own voice over the noise from the road. I finally managed to free myself from the sheet, but I couldn't open the trunk from the inside. Stretching myself as much as I could, I laid on the floor and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself as everything around me started swimming in front of my eyes.

I don't know how long the ride lasted, but at some point the car slowed down and then it stopped. The sound of the engine died away, replaced by the soft pattering of the rain falling over the car. I started trembling as I prayed for them to open the trunk, telling myself that it would soon be over.

The doors opened and closed, then I heard them walking slowly around the car. I wiped the sweat from my face with the back of my hand, and I swallowed nervously.

When they finally opened up the trunk, freezing cold air washed over my body. I started trembling even harder than before, and I had to close my eyes as the light from their flashlights blinded me. Unable to see, they grabbed my hands and they pulled me up, setting me on the ground.

Cold mud squished under my feet as I swayed on my feet. We were parked in front of a house though it was hard to see much in the darkness. I looked around, hoping to find anyone, but the street was deserted. The rain was falling harder and harder, until I was soaking wet.

“Come, Katie. Follow us.” one of them said.

Looking back into the trunk, I tried to grab the blanket to cover myself but the other one pushed me forwards and I was forced to follow them.

Surrounded by them, they walked around a house. The windows covered in plywood and grass was as tall as my knees. Once we were on the backyard, I stopped suddenly when I realized where we were.

I knew the chairs that lined the back door, and the red colored bike that was leaning against a wall. It was my house, only no one lived there now.

Then I slowly turned around, and there in the I saw the hole on the ground were a pool should have been. Flashes of that night filled my mind as I shuddered in horror.

“Nooooo” I screamed hoarsely.

The one in front of me turned around, smiling warmly as he grabbed my hand.

“Come on, Katie.” he said as he started dragging me along.

The closer we got to the edge, the more terrified I became, and as the mouth of the hole loomed ahead of me I started wondering what I would find at the bottom.

When we stopped once more, I couldn't help it. I opened my eyes and I looked down, fearing the worst but the only thing down there was a pool of muddy water, rising halfway up the edge.

“What�” I managed to say just before one of them grabbed my shoulder.

He made me turn around and then he formed me down. Before I could realize what I was doing, I was kneeling on the mud, shivering from the cold as freezing water washed over me.

One of them was standing in front of me, looking into my eyes as he smiled.

“Please�” I whispered as he crouched in front of me.

He looked behind for a moment as his partner chuckled softly, and then he looked back at me. Then he waved his empty hand in front of my face before he pulled a knife from behind his back.

“Ta da!” he said laughing.

I watched in horror as he held the blade in front of me. The edge caught the light of the flashlight, glinting in the darkness and before I could stop it I realized I had peed myself. Warm urine dripped down my legs, mixing with the water and the mud under my feet.

“Please�” I begged weakly. “ I will do anything you want�”

“You already did...” he said, mocking me.

I opened my mouth again, but I felt a knot in my throat and it was a while before I managed to talk again.

“Please.. I don't want to die�” I begged.

Closing my eyes, I hung my head in defeat as I started sobbing. Making shushing sounds, he started caressing my hair before pulling it. He forced my head back, exposing my neck. Too exhausted to resist, I look into his eyes as I prayed for it to be over once and for all.

“Any last words?” he asked me as he moved closer.

I watched him tiredly for a few seconds, trying to think of something to say but my mind was completely blank.

“I� “ I managed to say before he moved.

Pulling from my hair once more, he ran the blade swiftly over my throat. I tensed my whole body in panic, closing my eyes as I waited for my tortured mind to register it.

A hot, searing pain erupted along the wound as blood started pouring out of it. I clamped my hands over my neck in panic, trying to stop the bleeding but it just poured between my fingers.

I opened my mouth, desperate to breathe but blood poured down my throat, flooding my lungs. In front of me, he started cleaning his knife with a rag, his eyes watching me all the time.

Losing interest in me, he got up as I stood still. I tried to look up but pain flared on my neck, making it impossible. Above me, I heard them laughing as the rain kept falling. Then he pressed his foot on my shoulder and he pushed me backwards.

I fell down into the hole behind me, landing face down in a pool of freezing cold water. As water closed over my back, I pushed desperately against the bottom, trying to lift my head above the surface, but my hands kept sinking in the soft mud.

Second by second, I became weaker as I kept bleeding. I was desperate to breathe, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my head above the water. Then the pain in my throat seemed to slowly fade away.

Too tired to struggle anymore, I felt my body relaxing as I floated to the surface, my face still under the water. After closing my eyes, I realized I wasn't cold anymore, and then I knew no more.

 

 

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