Page 4 of Making A Weapon


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When did I decide I was already broken?

My eyes snap down to inspect my body. Checking for any bruises or marks. I notice that I’m panting, my chest feeling like a brick is pressing down on it as rope wraps around me. Getting tighter and tighter every second.

Calm.

The.

Fuck.

Down!

I cannot pass out now.

In two, three.

Hold two, three.

Out two, three.

I do this three more times before my chest loosens. As I get control over my breathing, my body tingles, the stench penetrates me to my core. Looking around, I see that the room is all cement and steel. A hose hangs on the wall by the door, with buckets lined up under it. I bet I know what they are for.

Being lost in my thoughts, I don’t notice the girlswhimpering, biting back sobs and curling back in their cells as far as they can. Until the door slams open, my head snapsto the doorjust as two men walk into the room.

The first man is only a few inches taller than me. A beer gut protrudes from him. He has on a dirty muscle shirt and ratty old jeans, with his greasy dark brown hair slicked back. The second is taller but looks similar. Both men have darker tanned skin. They must be related.

Or at least from the same origin.

The first man leersat all the cells, intimidating us before his gaze lands on mine, his lips curling in a sinister grin. “Ladies! Who is ready to get all pretty?” He sings as he walks between the cages. “We’re having a party tonight, and you lovely ladies are the guests of honour!”

He covers his mouth to suppress his laugh as he stops in front of my cage before adding. “Also the entertainment.” His gaze travels over my body. Eye fucking me as he blows me a kiss before clapping his hands and spinning to look at everyone. “It’s going to be a good night for all. I can tell.”

As his words hit me like a lead pipe, my body trembles again. Puke flies from my mouth as the ‘items on the menu’ sob and tremble. Themen laugh as they head towards the door. My mind blanks as only two words come to it.

Oh fuck!

Dickhead number two moves towards the buckets, while number one leaves and shuts the door behind him. As if we could run away while being locked in these small prisons.

My eyes track him as he brings two buckets towards us. Fumbling with a set of keys that are attached to his belt, he unlocks the first cage on my side of the room. He throws the bucket in and shuts the door.

“Hurry up, you know the drill.” I watch as he gives the first cage across the room the same treatment. The girls must be used to this routine because they waste no time and scramble towards it and squat.

Averting my eyes, I try to zone out, wanting to give the girls at least a bit of privacy. I’m not stupid. I figured out what is going to happen with those buckets.

At least that explains some of the smell. I must have zoned out for a while because my steel door opening snaps me out of it.

“Come on, new girl, or do you need an explanation?” Dickhead two laughsbefore hemoves across the room. Thank God I’ve got rid of everything my stomach had.

The sight in the bucket would have done the job. Stumbling to my feet, I feel my dignity slipping. I really have to pee, but I can’t bring myself to flow.

I’m staring down at it when the dickhead reaches through the bars, grabbing me by the back of my hair. A yelp leaves me as he pushes my head towards the bucket.

“You’re better off losing the small scrap of dignity that you’re trying to hold on to. Either use the bucket or I make you lick it.” He holds my head there for a moment as I struggle. “Ain't that right blondie?” He looks over his shoulder to the girl across from me.

“L-l-let me go! I’ll fu-f-fucking use it,” I growl out.He laughs, holding my head there for an extra moment before letting go.

I straighten myself and glare daggers at him, but he doesn’t move. This sick fuck is going to watch me. I force myself to squat over the bucket, keeping my eyes down so he can’t see the hatred that burns behind them. As I start to pee, I hear a low grunt come from deep in his chest.

“I’ll be brushing my teeth with that later, so make sure you give me enough.” Rage takes over me at his disgusting comment.