Disconnected, Part 18

Brae snapped to consciousness as her body impacted the cold concrete floor. She twisted her head around to see where she was, only to find that she was blindfolded. Her wrists remained bound by the rope from the previous night, and she discovered that her ankles were bound by tape.

She heard the thud of a small body hitting the floor next to her, followed by a squeak characteristic of Aisling’s voice. The sound of footsteps echoed in a diminishing pattern, punctuated by the slamming of a door. “Brae?” Aisling said in a pleading whimper.

“I’m here.” Brae whisper preceded a coughing fit.

“We’re alone.” Aisling said. “They didn’t blindfold me.” Brae could hear Aisling squirming on the floor. “They sounded really pissed at you.”

“Who are they?” Brae asked. She pushed herself against a wall and forced herself to sit up as best she could.

“I don’t know. They are all Asian.” Aisling said. “I’m cold.”

“Chinese or Japanese?” Brae asked.

“Why just those two, why not… Thai?” Aisling said. Brae felts the young girl’s body press to hers. Aisling leaned in and bit the blindfold and pulled it off of Brae’s head.

“I haven’t pissed off a Thai gang.” Brae said as she squinted in the light. The room was an empty storage room, possibly part of a warehouse. Windows high on the wall, stained with dirt and disuse, filtered the sunlight that shone into the room. “I don’t suppose you know what part of town we are in?”

“We’re by the river.” Aisling said. The little girl rested her head on Brae’s shoulder.

“Japanese, then.” Brae leaned her head against Aisling’s.

“What are they going to do?” Aisling asked.

“Knowing these guys? We’re probably going to be sold off.” Brae said with a sigh.

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“A van is pulling into the driveway.” Payton said with a quirked eyebrow. Storm moved to stand next to Payton in the window of Aisling’s bedroom. Three men in masks exited the van and split up, while a fourth remained in the van and kept it running. “That’s not good.”

“Stay up here.” Storm said and ran down the stairs. She shooed the few girls she encountered back into the basement. “Stay in the basement.” She yelled to the rest of the previous night’s partygoers. The ten-year-old looking synthetic, still nude from the previous night’s activities, locked the doors and stood in the central hall of the house between them.

Payton waited upstairs; she unconsciously held her breath waiting for Storm to come back and say everything was alright. She instead heard the sound of breaking glass and the smashing of wood followed by some men yelling unintelligibly. A gunshot reverberated throughout the house and caused Payton to jump from the door and curl up against the wall. More shots rang out in short bursts of automatic fire, but ended in a loud sickening crack and a single masculine howl pain. The van door slammed and Payton could hear the fourth man running to the house, followed by a loud wet noise and pained gasping for breath. Then nothing for several minutes.

A light knock on Aisling’s door sent Payton scrambling for the bed to crawl under. The door opened and little Storm stepped in. “Payton? Are you alright?”

Payton turned around in time to see her synthetic before she completely hid herself. Storm’s eyes glowed bright red. “You’re covered in blood…”

“It’s not mine.” Storm said. “You should call the police.”

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“Oh my god, what happened?” Valerie yelled as she looked through her front door at a severely bruised and battered Lily. “Your father?”

Lily shook her head and pressed into the house past Valerie. “No. Where’s Brea?”

“She’s at a friend’s, uh, Ashley I think. We need to get you to a hospital.” Valerie said. She grabbed her purse and keys and tried to wrap her arm around Lily’s shoulder to take the girl to her car.

“Let’s get her first, she’s going to be in trouble.” Lily said. She squirmed away from Valerie’s hand and walked out to the woman’s car.

“Why? What’s going on, Lily?” Valerie said while climbing into her car. Lily eased herself into the passenger seat; she winced in pain. “Why is Brae going to be in trouble? What happened to you?”

“We pissed off a gang.” Lily grunted out as she pulled the seat belt around her body.

“How did you do that? What does that mean?” Valerie said. She drove recklessly and speedily through the city towards Aisling’s house.

“Me and Brae… We make and sell holoband stuff. Illegal stuff. Cheaper than the gangs do. They didn’t like that.” Lily said.

“Is that who…” Valerie started to ask.

“Yeah. It’s a long story.”

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Aisling grit her teeth and grunted as one of the men dragged her across the rough floor by her hair. The man held the little girl’s chest to the floor and pulled her ass up. Aisling didn’t struggle but tears did stream down her cheek and pool on the floor under her head.

The man gripped the bindings between Aisling’s wrists and pulled the little girl back against his waiting cock; he slammed himself into the little girl’s tight hole. Aisling screamed and cried in pain as the man thrust into her.

Brae’s body dropped on the floor limply next to Aisling. Two men held the older, unconscious, girl against the floor. One of the men slapped Brae across the face several times until she woke up. He held Brae’s head and forced her to watch little Aisling’s rape. The other man held Brae in place and pressed his cock into her ass.

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Payton puffed on one of Brae’s cigarettes; her shaky hands broadcast the ashes around the patio. Storm stood behind her owner and caressed her back gently. Storm had showered and they both had gotten dressed again. The police had questioned them and separated them from the other girls. Lily sat shivering next to Payton and held an ice pack to her own face.

“Someone should tell Scarlet what happened.” Payton finally said.

“What would that do? We don’t know where Brae is, or what happened to her. That would just make Scarlet worry.” Lily said. She held out her hand for Payton to pass the cigarette.

“We should still tell her. She might be in trouble too.” Payton wiped a tear from her cheek and passed Lily the cigarette. Lily puffed the cigarette and handed Payton her phone. “I don’t know her number.” Payton said. Lily rolled her eyes and took the phone back; she opened up the video chat app and started a chat with Scarlet. She handed the phone back to Payton. Payton held the phone for a minute, unable to speak.

Scarlet stared out of the screen of the phone at Payton with a quirked brow. “Well, what?”

“Brae and Aisling are missing. Four men tried to get in here later, but Storm took care of them. The police are looking for them, we just thought you should know.” Payton said.

Scarlet’s jaw clenched on the screen. “Police are worthless. I’ll handle this.” She said and the screen went blank.

“Why do I think she will make things worse?” Storm asked.

The two girls and the synthetic waited on the patio for several more minutes. The morning was quiet, and remained that way, save for the interruptions by the police and paramedics. In the distance the girls could hear the faint whir of helicopters taking off from the airport only a few miles away. Payton spent the rest of the morning crying and waiting to be released back to her parents.

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Aisling gripped the edge of a table as the fifth man of the morning rammed into her now worn hole. Her bindings had been cut while Brae’s hadn’t, and was forced again to watch the little girl get pounded. Aisling’s face showed no expression; she was numb to the situation by now.

“Hey, Finish already. Kage is waiting for them.” A man said as he entered the room.

“Kage can wait, they aren’t going anywhere.” The man holding Brae responded. The man raping Aisling sped up his pounding into the tiny girl none the less; a sensation that cause Aisling to whimper in pain again.

A whir of aircraft engines slowly built. It was hardly noticed by anyone at first, but as it grew louder, it became impossible to ignore. After a moment it became obvious that the aircrafts were helicopters, and they were circling the building.

A puff of dirt exploded on the ground next to Brae followed by a warm wet splash on the back of her neck. A second later she heard the deafening bang of a high powered rifle. Another puff of dirt and loud bang felled the man inside Aisling.

The men scrambled around the room to arm themselves while Brae rushed to Aisling. She put her shoulder into the edge of the table and flipped it over. The instant the girls were clear of the men, a terrifying barrage of twenty millimeter autocannon fire shredded the outside walls of the building and cut the men in half.

The helicopters lifted away, and the room fell quiet again for several minutes. Brae and Aisling stayed stark still on the floor, locked in fear. The next sounds they heard were the stomping of heavy feet marching through what remained of the building. Brae lifted her body to look over the edge of the overturned table as Aisling undid her bindings.

Three synthetics entered the room; the machines plastic and metal endoskeletons on full display with no skin covering them. They carried massive weapons, and scanned the room with their unblinking eyes. They locked eyes on Brae and simply stopped moving. The wailing of sirens in the distance echoed in the industrial war zone that had just been created.

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