Page 65 of The Caged Girl

It was supposed to be me. I was the favorite girl, but she took my place. Being used to produce babies for others against her will and being forced to stay in the dark for most of her life…

The elevator doors opened, and I entered the cold, dark space. The black brick walls taunted me and ricocheted the sensual music that was playing.

“Welcome to Euphoria, Mrs. Ivory,” a woman greeted me. “Would you like a drink, ma’am?” She lifted a champagne glass filled with red bubbling liquid.

“No.” I lifted my hand that was covered in lace gloves and moved away. “I’m here checking on things for my husband.” I waved her off. There was a caged girl on stage, dancing, as rows of men were seated and staring at her. I took a seat in the back and watched.

She wore nothing but a black lace lingerie set while twirling on the pole in the center of the enormous cage.

Her face was desolate from any emotion as she kept her eyes down. It was mostly dark in the space beyond the few lanterns flickering. Glancing over to the side, I watched as the nightingales began lining up with trays and bringing them down the aisles.

Squinting, I saw there was a small bottle of lotion and Kleenex tissue boxes on the trays. I watched as the men took them from the girls and began unzipping their pants.

My heart raced as I watched many of them pull their penises out and stroke them. “Gentlemen, today’s lucky winner is Max Teller. Max is an investment banker, hailing from New York City. He will do the honor today. Mr. Teller, thank you so much for your donation to the La Gabbia Life Center.” It was Marcie, my former roommate and, at one point, my only friend.

The man she had called walked on stage with a large grin painted across his face. Slowly undressing, he took off his belt and kept it clutched in his hands. The music shifted and then, Mr. Teller lifted his belt and began swinging it aggressively. He slammed it into the girl’s tender flesh, and her face drained of blood at the first hit. I gasped as I gripped the handles of my seat.

I clenched my eyes shut until I heard the crackling of the leather belt melting into her skin repeatedly. Her cries pierced through my soul. There were men all around me, masturbating to the violent scene in front of us. Mr. Teller rubbed his penis before dragging the girl by her hair to the ground. “What is this?” I said out loud, though no one was listening.

He shoved her mouth on him and forced her to perform oral sex.

She began gagging with tears racing down her face. Shoving her off him, she fell back, and he whispered something to her. I saw when the fear took over her thin body, and she turned over quickly and, on all fours, crawled away from him. Trembling, she pulled herself up with her bony hands gripping the cold steel.

My heart stopped as I slid forward in my seat.

“Oh, my beautiful raven, you’ve found yourself the live-action film…” Alister came around and sat beside me with a box of M&M candies.

I kept my eyes on the girl in the cage as she clutched the bars and pressed her body into it as if she could melt away into them. “Alister…” I breathed out.

He wrapped his hand around mine and shoved an M&M candy into my mouth. “The best part is coming. This is our Russian roulette night,” he murmured into my ear. Mr. Teller stood behind the girl and lifted a knife.

I bit my tongue as I sat there in a room full of men pleasuring themselves to the pain of an innocent woman.

He began cutting into her skin. Small, swift, and quick slits in her flesh as blood began pouring out of her.

She screamed as she flung around, trying to fight him off. “Alister, please.” I was about to stand, but he dug his nails into the back of my hand.

“Remember, Mrs. Ivory, if you show me you can’t handle this position, you’ll be just another one of those girls to me.” A sinister smile grew on his face.

“And if you disobey and intervene, then not only will people die, but I think I may just want you to be the caged girl, so you see just how lucky you are…” He nodded toward the gilded cage as I watched the girl bleed out. Most of the men surrounding us were drinking champagne or eating snacks while watching her fight for her life.

I watched her become lifeless as she bled out and the entire floor was muddled with her blood. Mr. Teller smiled down at her before crouching over her body, spreading her legs and then feeling her pulse.

His smile grew larger as he pushed himself inside her.

“She’s still nice and warm,” he moaned out, to which the audience cheered. He tossed his head back as he continued defiling her and blood spewed out across the floor.

Alister brushed his face against the side of my neck and smelled my hair. “Demi, I wish you could understand what death feels like. The way a woman feels after she’s dead is unmatched. That’s why I love you so much…” He turned my face to him.

“When I look into those big, brown eyes, I see that you’re dead inside. We’ve all chipped away at parts of your soul, and now, nothing is left. That’s such a beautiful way to be.” He pressed his lips against mine and I tasted my own tears I didn’t realize were seeping from my eyes.

“Just don’t make me really kill you. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy fucking your corpse just as much.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX

“How has newlywed life been,Mrs. Ivory?” Taylor and Kandi were back and brushing my hair. I ignored the question.

“I’ll just use the wig collection today.” I knew those wigs came from the innocent lives that were ripped away from them. The hair extensions and wigs were also made-to-order for the visiting wives, who were thrilled they came from humans.

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