Chapter Four

Naomi's P. O. V

I sat in the tiny cubicle like structure, as water from the shower head above cascaded over me. The relatively warm water soothed my muscles, and merged with the slow tears running down my face, totally drowning them by making them a part of the water that dripped from my cheeks and face, to the floor.

The events of the day flowed before me, like scenes of a silent movie playing in strips of films. My body ached all over, making me feel like I had gotten into a brutal fist fight, and got more bruises than I should have.

Maybe I did get into s fight. How else was I to describe the way in which I was violently treated, if not as a one sided war? The only thing that I could do was take all the hits, all the torture. I could only lay motionlessly on any surface that I was placed on, before being made use of in every way possible.

My heart wrenched at the memories; how had I become nothing more than a rag doll to fellow human beings? How had the world turned so twisted that people derived pleasure in making others feel worthless, and going up to any point just to prove that they were worthless?

More tears streamed down my face, as my light sniffles echoed within the walls of the bathroom that had multiple stalls. I thanked the heavens that I had been alone over there at that point, because I genuinely needed to let Everything that I had felt out. I couldn't take it any longer; I just had to cry until I was satisfied, until I was sure that I had emptied every sort of vulnerability from my mind, before joining the outer world once more.

My heart beat steadily in my chest; quite in sequence with my blank mind, and the silence before all hell broke loose. It wasn't going to be too long before the gates to my world of chaos would be thrown open, leading me down a path of pure madness. It was like the world around me had faded away, frozen in fact, leaving only me as the only one who was still able to see through the illusion of the colors.

Once more, Alex had slept with me in the most brutal of ways, and even making me bleed from down there in the process. I was sore, beyond it in fact. He hadn't even used a lubricant, or perhaps oil in order to get himself in me without extra pain, talk less of trying to get me wet and ready for the intercourse. Now, I was going to be sore for days, and more days to come. The funniest part is that he wouldn't even allow me to heal properly, before he sent for me again, and the whole tragic event of getting dry fucked would repeat itself.

I bowed my head in exhaustion, before taking it into my hands, and folding myself even smaller by further pulling my knees to my chest.

I should probably get out of shower, I thought to myself. I was taking too long, and it wouldn't be a lengthy while before one of Albert's guys walked in with their infamous rods.

I couldn't take another indirect rape session today, neither did I feel like I could handle being beaten by the aid of a heavy, yet quite thin iron rod.

Slowly, I got up from the floor, careful not to move too quickly or abruptly so as not to trigger the sudden stabs of pain that I got whenever I did.

However, quite unfortunately for me, no matter how carefully and sluggishly I rose from the Navy tiled bathroom ground, I still managed to hurt myself by trying to straighten the position of my back.

As I had expected, and even foretold what was to come, a sudden wave of pain radiated and was followed up by a terrible groan that mistakenly escaped my lips.

It was like a shock wave, travelling up my body, reaching every nook and cranny, affecting every inch of me. I couldn't count the number of bruises I had developed in the last few hours; my body was beyond tattered and I felt like an overused punch bag.

I was tired; tired of everything in general. I was tired of life and it's endless torture, I was tired of the way I went through the same agonizing cycle. My eyes constantly stung with tears, and I didn't want that. No, I wanted to be happy. My heart ached in my chest, constantly feeling like it had been stabbed in multiple places.

I pulled the towel from the door where I had hung it from. I had kept it nearby, in order to avoid walking around naked for too long.

I sighed heavily as I dried myself up, thinking about how this was just a once in a while opportunity for us; to take a shower, and have a fresh change of clothes that is. It was so rare, that now it seemed or already was like a luxury to us.

A bitter chuckle escaped my lips as I thought of the way our rights were being stripped away from us, then just a tiny fraction of it stamped back to only a handful as an opportunity. Life had a funny way of making you stronger. It had a funny way of making you see what you should value, but we humans neglect every single day of our lives.

My heart twisted with a familiar pain, one that I had known for almost a decade of my life.

As I slowly dressed back into the clothes that every other 'property' as they would call us, had, my mind fleeted around different memories of my life.

Suddenly, the doors to the bathrooms bursted open, and I jumped in startlement and fear. I thought that the little time that I had, I had ran out of it. Wheareas when I waited to see whoever it was, and on seeing who they were, I paused to my greatest shock.

The people who had opened the door and practically swarmed in were my cagemetes, and fellow trafficked people.