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I just need to goad him into it.
Bracing myself for another punch, I meet his eyes, smiling through bloody teeth. “He died whimpering like a coward,” I declare, laughing condescendingly.
One of the men behind me must understand English, because he rattles off something to the man in front of me. The Chihuahua turns apoplectic, his face reddening. He bellows down the hall and a man enters, handing him something coiled. The Chihuahua moves in front of me and lifts it, fanning it out for me to see. My eyes widen involuntarily as I realize he’s holding a whip. It’s no Indiana Jones bullwhip, either. This one is handmade, with a duct-tape grip and numerous tails of metal and glass-studded leather strips and strands of razor wire. Horror washes over me.
I raise my eyes to his face and find him watching me closely. He’s waiting to see my terror, hoping I’ll beg.
Dream on, you cowardly little bitch.
Lightning fast, I spit on him again. He wipes his face again and laughs cruelly, then steps behind me, out of sight.
The first fiery slash of the whip takes my breath away as it slices my back and hips. After the initial shock, I try to steel myself, but his lashes come one on top of the next, like lightning bolts in a fierce thunderstorm. The intense pain makes me nauseous. I’m panting like a thoroughbred, but I refuse to cry out, clenching my teeth till my jaws ache.
He whips me until his arms grow tired. I can hear him breathing hard behind me. My blood flows in rivers down my back and legs. I hear it drip onto the stone floor.
The Chihuahua steps around in front of me again, his eyes locked with mine. He watches my expression eagerly as he leers at me and unbuttons his pants.
Of course. The pain of the whip was merely foreplay for him. He’s going to rape me, and he wants me to know it. He wants to see my fear.
Fucking bastard.
Despite the searing pain in my back and hips, my anger boils. When the Chihuahua shoves his pants down, I look at his groin and snicker. If my hands weren’t tied, I’d point and laugh. That’s alright. My obvious implication transcends any language barriers.
His face darkens as his visage turns savage. He rushes forward to strike me again. In his fury, he forgets the importance of situational awareness.
When the Chihuahua’s almost in front of me, I draw back my right leg and jam my heel hard into his naked crotch. I connect so forcefully with my target that he skids backwards, tumbling ass-first to the floor before groaning and clutching himself.
I laugh derisively as I watch him rolling on the ground, then spit a third time in his direction, though it doesn’t land anywhere near him. It doesn’t matter. It’s the principle. My actions are going to cost me dearly, but I don’t give a fuck.
He takes several minutes to get to his feet. When he does, he beats me until I lose consciousness. The last thing I hear is him taunting me.
When I resurface, I wish I hadn’t, because each of them takes his turn with me. I hear their raucous laughter, smell their soured bodies, feel their rough hands gripping my raw, bloody hips. My breathing quickens and I struggle, kicking and writhing, but it’s no use. There are too many of them. I’m growling swear words through gritted teeth as I try to fight them off.
I’ll fight till my dying breath before I let these fuckers break me.
“Baby Girl, you’re okay. You’re safe,” comes a voice.
The voice doesn’t fit with what’s happening, and I cease fighting for a second.
“Baby Girl, you’re with me. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
It’s a familiar voice. Someone good.
I shake my head and hear him again. “Baby Girl, it’s okay. You’re safe.”
Sudden thoughts worm their way through my haze.
Mark is talking to me.
He’s here with me.
This isn’t happening now.
I’m safe.
The room around me suddenly comes into view. I’m not imprisoned in their cell. I’m in Mark’s room. He’s cross-legged on the bed, facing me. I’m squatting, backed against the headboard. My fists are clenched, and I’m breathing hard.
Mark watches me carefully, his light blue eyes anxious and tinged with sadness. “You with me, Baby Girl?” he asks as I glance around, scanning my surroundings again.
