Page 6 of Pushed Through The Dark

Most nights I would cry myself to sleep. I was sad Napal had used me to repay his debt, sad that he had lost his life and I had to watch, sad that I would never be the same person again.

The Aubrey I remembered was gone, replaced by a woman I didn't recognize, and a girl who would never find her way home. When I looked in the mirror, my eyes were different. There was no more life, no spark, there was nothing but hatred in my empty stare.

Virgo took it all from me, he skinned me like a freshly killed deer, slowly hanging me out to dry. I was helpless, a victim still being abused, a victim still trapped in the hands of a villain.

I dangled in shock, trying to decipher what Blue had been sent to do, what Virgo had decided he wanted from me, what the next tear in my life here would consist of.

Am I just being moved?

Am I going to be punished for yelling when they came for Berlin?

Is he going to kill me?

The thought of dying didn't scare me. You have nothing to fear when you have nothing to lose. The idea of death actually lightened my heart, giving me a sense of relief, an ending to this horrible nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Shut up."

"I said where are you taking me!?" My voice boomed as I felt myself lose control. My arms slapped and scratched at his body, at every piece of open flesh I could find. He couldn't hide from me like this, I knew where his body and face were, so I aimed for his eyes.

If I couldn't see, neither could he.

"Let me go! Fuck you, let me go!"

Swap

Swap

Over and over I tried to scar and maim the asshole carrying me. I wanted to give him scars he could see like the ones I felt every second of every day. The scars I couldn't erase, the ones that made it hurt to open my eyes in the morning, and close them at night. The scars that left me with nightmares.

It was useless, he moved like he was carrying a simple bag of flour. I never connected with his face, no matter how much I wriggled and swung my arms, Blue dodged me easily.

"You're going to tire yourself out doing that. I'd be careful, you'll have nothing left for later."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough." He walked us down the stairs and through the dance room.

Even without my eyes, I knew where we were. The air reeked of stale sex and old cum, and I could hear the bottom of his feet as they peeled off the sticky ground.

Shoving open the double doors in the back, Blue kept going down the hall. The scent of sex slowly slipped away, replaced by brick and the musty odor of the basement. It was hard not to think he was taking me to the ditch, and this sack over my face was just a new, sick way for Virgo to mind fuck me.

Then Blue took a sharp left, his feet clicking over the tiles, turning down another hall, and another set of steps. We were in an area I hadn't seen before, causing my anxiety to push my stomach into my throat.

Muffled voices echoed from someplace not far away. There were so many voices, so much deep laughter and chatter. I could sense the darkness in those muffled tones as the voices moved between raging layers and deep tragedy like Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata.

Men growled low, they snarled, they rumbled with more laughter and the high pitch sound of women moaning.

With one quick motion, Blue tore me off his shoulder and dropped me to the floor. "Here, put this on."

Throwing something at me, I was hit with a silky weight, the material cool and soft. "What is this?" I asked, lifting it and feeling it with my fingers.

"Just put it on."

"For wh—"

Cutting me off, Blue's fingers were on the hood instantly, yanking my head back hard. "Either you put it on yourself, or I'll fucking do it for you. Understand?"

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