Page 64 of Pretty Little Fears

“Thatwon't be an issue.”Theone with half his teeth missing says.Myeyes dart to him and my blood runs cold.Iyank my armand try to wrap it protectively around my midsection, but my arms are still strapped down to the table, not to mention numb.Idon’t care what was done to make this happen.Rightnow, there is more than just meIneed to protect and that is my main priority.

“Fuck.You.”Myvoice drops asIspit out the words. “Youwon’t fucking touch me.”

Themen stalk over to the examination table as the doctor storms out of the room.Theyrelease my arms and legs but keep them in their grip.They’velearned not to trust me.TheyknowIwill fight until death comes.

“No!”I’mscreaming at the top of my lungs, thrashing my body as much asIcan to try and disarm from their grip. “Somebodyhelp me!PLEASE!”

I'mback to the roomIwas in earlier.Theguy uses his hold on my arm to throw me down to the cold cement ground.Theimpact hurts butI'mquickly pushing myself to my knees and then to stand.Unfortunately,Iwasn't fast and the feeling of his boot in my ribs pushes me back down.Thewind is knocked out of me as a searing pain spreads through my lungs andItry to draw in a breath.

“St-op.”Itry to push out while regaining control of my lungs.Placingmy hands flat on the ground, determined to get myself back up,Ilet out a loud shriek as the crunch of my fingers reverberates under his boot.Helifts his foot up, allowing me to pull back my hand. “Fuck!”Icurse, tears start forming in my eyes.Myhand isn't broken but god did that fucking hurt!

“MaybeI'lltake my turn with you before you get sold.Gotanything to say to that, little bitch?”Oneof the men hisses.Hegrabs my face while unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants.Fuck.No.Hisdick is pulled out as he tries to shove it in my face.BeforeIcan change my mind,Iopen my mouth and slam my teeth down, biting into the flesh of his dick.

Ifeel the flesh squish and split beneath my teeth.Thetaste of cooper floods my mouth.Hescreams as he backhands me, causing me to fall backward while releasing his bleeding appendage. “Youfucking bitch!”Heshouts. “Grabher!”I’mlifting myself to go run whenI'mgrabbed from behind.Withtheir arms wrapped around my own, it leaves them locked, my only form of protection for my stomach trapped.

Fearlike never before skirts down my spine.

Istart bucking trying to release myself from his grip. “No!Letme fucking go, you fucking-”

Mywords die in my mouth as a forceful punch to my gut knocks the wind out of me andIfall forward, bending over.

Tryingto regain my breath, the guy holding me drops me to the ground andIfall with a loud thud.Asif that wasn’t enough, he kicks me in my side.Ihave no time to protect myself from the bludger of their fists and boots.Oneblow after another,Ifeel the fight slowly leaving my body asIbecome weaker.Idon’t know how much pain the human body can withstand, but surely, not much more than this.

Eachhit sends waves of agony throughout my body.Pleasleave my mouth with every kick and punch, praying to some higher power that they’ll stop.Theirlaughter rings out around me much like the ringing in my ears.Icurl in on myself, still trying to protect my belly.Ifeel the tears leaking from my eyes as the feeling of loss washes over me.

Iknow thatIlost the baby.Ifit wasn't for the multiple kicks to thestomach and ribs or the sharp pain in my lower abdomen, it would be from the feeling of my heart falling out of my chest.Withone final kick to my stomach, the man spits on me and leaves me with his parting words, “Havea life of misery, whore.”

Minutespass but they feel like hours.Mythroat burns from holding in my cries.Finallygaining the strength,Iwince asIpush up onto my hands.Spottingthe mattress in the corner, it doesn’t look as bad as it did whenIfirst arrived.

Idrag myself over to the flimsy bed littered with stains and pull myself onto it.Icurl into a ball and hold my center as the pain laces through every part of my body.Itry to separate my mind from the abuseIjust endured and think of something else, something that wasn’t a painful reminder of everythingIhave lost.

Anythingto keep my mind away from the thoughts of whether or not the stains on this mattress are for the same reason the material is darkening to a crimson red underneath me, or if it was something else entirely.

Goingto a remote state in my mind,Istay there.Icraft a place where they can't find me.Aplace that’s safe from the evil and painI'mgoing to endure here.ThepainIam currently enduring.It'sthe only wayI'llsurvive, the only thing they can't take from me.Isee my father and mother, the restaurant, and we’re all together again.Mydad is here andIwonder whether or notI’mstill alive.Helooks so real, so alive.Iwant to reach out and touch him but don’t for the fear of disappointment being the sole feeling that follows.

Mymind flickers to thoughts ofEmmett.Obsessive, psychotic, but lovingEmmett.Ithink about not knowing where we could have ended up.Iwonder what our life would have been like.Howhe would have reacted when he learned of his child.

Ourchild.

Itwas something he mentioned more than once.Myheart begins to ache with the thought that he will never know about our baby.

Itisn't until a door slams thatI'mpulled from my haven. “Getup, it's showtime.”Theman comes alone this time.Thesustaining injury on his buddy must have knocked him out of service.Good.

Iwant to fight,Iwant to push back but right nowIfeel so weak.I’velost a lot of blood andI'mstumbling in his hold, as he takes me out of the room.Ivow to myself to fight back when my energy is restored.Iwillmake it out of here.

Wecome up to a door and the man opens it, then violently shoves me into the room.Ifall to my knees against the cold, hard floor, as a pained gasp falls from my mouth.Thedoor shuts loudly behind me andI'mblanketed in pure darkness.

Beforemy eyes can adjust, a spotlight turns on, shining directly on me, blinding me. “Hello?!”Ishout.Myhoarse voice echoes off the walls and back at me.

Ascreen on the wall flickers to life with a line of zeros.There’sa small box in the corner of the screen that moves with me.Isquint my eyes andIrealize the movement in the corner is a reflection of me.There’sa camera recording me and the video is displayed on the screen.Thestatic of a speaker starts to echo in the concrete room.

“Whatthe fuck is this?!Someonehelp me!”Ishout, my voice cracking from my pleas.Igo to scream again whenI'mcut off by a loud masculine voice.

“Gentleman, welcome to the bidding.Tonight'smerchandise is twenty-year-oldBlairStirling.Herstatus is non-virgin, no diseases, and healthy.Ms.Stirlingwas with child, but as of tonight, that is no longer an issue.Thebidding starts at one million, you may begin.”

Myblood runs cold.Myfight and determination to survive enters my bloodstream.Iwill not let these sick fucks just bid me off likeI’ma piece of property.

“Fuckyou!”Iscream. “I’mnot going anywhere with you sick, twisted, vile fucks!I’llspend every day trying to kill you, let me out of here!”Myrage is the only thing keeping me from breaking down.

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