Y/n's POV
(Mentioning of abuse/rape)
It was cold, very cold and whatever I was lying on was very hart. I think I was in the back of a truck or something. Everything was dark and I could feel harsh fabric on my face... And in and over my mouth. I started panicking, trying to get up but something was holding me down. Just then I noticed I was strapped to the ground with maybe tape? I couldn't move at all, my head to the floor, my hands behind my back, my feet together and on the floor as well.
I tried to remember what just happened, to find a clue on where I was or why I was here. When I startet to think I felt a sharp and pounding pain sitting in my head. I tried to focus but I gave up quickly. I locked up through the fabric and saw exactly nothing. I smelled blood and started to try to focus on my body to feel if I was injured anywhere else. As I did, I noticed I was naked and remember I was in the shower not long time ago. At least I think it was not a long time ago. I did not even know if it is daytime or nighttime.
I started to feel my body along and my hip hurt like shit! I tried to scream as I tensed my hip but I just couldn't. I could not get a single tone out of my throat and started to panic even more. I felt along my body and as I went to my ribs, it also hurt like hell and immediately regretted it because after I tended it, every breath I took hurt more than the previous one. Eventually I felt wettness on my eyelid and I guess I was bleeding on my head.
I tried to calm down but failed at the attempt when the vehicle stopped and I heard doors getting shut and steps going further away. I eventually calmed down a little but suddenly the door swung open. My head and feet were loosened from the ground and I struggled against the hands grabbing my arms and sitting me up. A man mumbled "Успокой ее!" (calm her down!)
A hard, metal thing hit my head and I fell out of the vehicle. I could not move but I was fully aware of all my senses. Two hands grabbed me on each side of my arms and I tried to struggle against it but I could not move a sigle inch. They pushed oped a door and dragged me inside. I still had this fabric over my head so I could not see shit but I noticed the temperature change as I was- I was still naked. Like actually naked! The think that was over my head was the only real fabric I wore.
Another door was opened with a loud noise and they dragged me through it. I got jammed on the floor and the tape was removed from my hands. I did not try to move because everything was hurting and I did not want to get punched again. I heard them left the room and slowly tried to sit up. The room was very lighted, I saw that through the fabric. I still decided to take it off and I shut my eyes at the light.
When they adjusted I saw my naked body. I sat in a cell. It had a giant glass front with a door in it. The other three walls were solid stone and had nothing on it. On the left side was a metal bed with only a pillow on it. On the right side was a prison kind of toilet with a sink an a table with some clothes on it.
I decided to go over and take a look at the clothes. In that moment I saw my arms for the first time again and not only where my wrists sore but there was also a metal device with a number on it and a light that kept blinking at a steady pace. I did not notice them putting in on me so I thought maybe it was on my arm back in the van and I just did not notice.
The number was 593. I thought about what that might have to say. Maybe it is the number of kids they kidnapped until now. That thought scared the shit out of me. But maybe it was just a random number and it was meant to be something else that a count. I tried to distract my mind but it did not work so I caught the clothes in my eyes again.
As I tried to stand up, everything started acing and I fell back on the ground finally able to scream after they took the gag out of my mouth. I screamed loud, like very load. I felt eyes on me but I decided to ignore it and continuing to try to get to the clothes laying on this friggn table. I managed to crawl to the table and grabbed the clothes from it while leaning against the side of the table.
I put on the clothes on, in pain, and sighted when I finished. I closed my eyes and breathed a few times. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that. There were multiple eyes staring at me. I flinched at the thought and the looks they gave me. Suddenly, the door swung open and two guys came in. I crawled back to the corner of the wall in fear but they came closer and closer. Everything in me hurt but I still tried to fight the men, with no success, of course!
"No! P-please! N-no, n-no, please l-let me go, pl-please!", I cried out but they picked me up by my arms and I screamed out in pain again. They held me up and another guy came in. He wore a black shirt and some black pants with a weird, blue sign on it. He came closer to me and looked me up and down. He wrote something on his notepad and then stepped a little bit closer. He lifted my chin and looked at my face. I was heavily breathing at that point. My eyes widened in shook. I felt like I would new him from somewhere, but I could not figure out who he was.
"Она очень похожа на свою мать. как если бы они были близнецами. Я мог бы немного повеселиться с ней, когда мы закончим с ней, кто знает!" (She is looking exactly like her mother. As if they were twins. I might have some fun with her when we are done with her, who knows!) he mumbled. I could not understand what he was saying because it was way too fast and quiet but what I could tell: the language he spoke was Russian! Megan and her sister came from Russia and she taught you a few simple words.
"Пожалуйста, пожалуйста! Нет!" (Please, please! No!) I said and looked him in the eyes when he turned my chin. He smirked at my attempt to change something and pricked a thick needle into my neck. I cried out again. It hurt so bad and he just laughed. I tried to stay awake but whatever that grayish fluid was, it made me pass out on the spot.
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