by Sandra Raine
Cain grunted. And for a split second I froze; deathly fearing to look in his direction but his back was still to me so I was spared a few more seconds.
Not knowing where to stash the knife, I looked to Anna who clearly read my confused expression 'cause she quickly pointed to my bed, mouthing fretfully, "Mattress! Underneath!"
I stiffened an anxious nod and stuffed the knife under the mattress. As soon as I sat down on my bed trying to look miserable as all of us girls tended to look whenever Abel or Cain were around, Cain walked out of China Bo's cage. I unnervingly held my breath, as did Anna. And neither one of us breathed a sigh of relief until Cain disappeared behind the steel doors.
Chapter 6
November, 2011 -
For the next few days Anna and I talked about escaping. About the different ways we could escape while the other girls listened intently 'cause they, too, were a part of our planned conversations.
In those few days China Bo's cage got a new occupant by the name of Blossom. She was an American girl - about fifteen. She had long dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. The cage next to the black girl who introduced herself to me as Monisha also got an occupant. She was from the Ukraine, fourteen [she would confess later], and she arrived here extremely undernourished.
Abel referred to the girl as "Kit" when he beckoned Cain to help him wake her. The tranquilizer used to transport girls here hadn't worn off yet, and you could clearly see on Abel's demeanor that he was worried and he speculated to Cain that because she hadn't eaten in a few days, the tranquilizer was having a counter effect on her. Eventually Kit did come around but it wasn't a pretty sight as they used her that very night to entertain. We had heard through Monisha's whisper, only 'cause she was summoned upstairs with Kit, that while they were simultaneously being gang-banged, Kit could barely respond to the men, let alone, perform sexual acts on them. So when she was brought back down to her cage, and 'cause Abel felt like Kit had embarrassed him and his business for her poor sexual performance, both Abel and Cain subjected her to a severe beating with belts until she passed out.
For the first few nights there was a lot of crying between Blossom and Kit. And no matter how many times Anna and I would try to comfort their fears it seemed the more frightened they had become. It turned out that both Blossom and Kit were part of the same organization, meaning, they both had the same pimps. It also turned out that Blossom tried to escape their pimps, tagging Kit with her. Once they were caught however, they were then put up for sale with Abel snatching them up right away. But now that Blossom and Kit were separated from each other here in Abel's Hell, they were having a hard time coping with the separation. And I didn't blame them really. I mean, sometimes you find comfort in the most unlikeliest of people - I know Anna was no exception 'cause I was starting to feel the same toward her. I mean, I couldn't go a day without talking to her, and she, too, felt the same way. Together we were strong. . .a team, and we had much in common, particularly escaping this place.
"We have to make our move soon, Jane," Anna said to me one afternoon after lunch. She sounded scared; worried that if we didn't something bad was sure to happen and it would be to late.
"Okay." I agreed trying to sound more positive than doubtful.
December 10th, 2011 -
I heard sobbing like a child scared-out-of-it's-mind kind of a sobbing, not your average sad sobbing like if you just got spanked for spilling milk or behaving badly for no reason. No. This particular sobbing woke me quite early in the morning, or at least I thought it was morning since I couldn't see outside a window. I tugged the bed sheet over my head and tugged it close to my body, trying to shield myself from that eerie cry which began to sound oddly familiar to me 'cause I swore I had heard that frightened cry before but I couldn't pinpoint exactly where that is until Abel spoke.
"Open your legs!" He grunted at the girl. The girl then made a whimpering sound, the exact sound I had made the first time Abel probed my vagina. And Abel must've delved a little to deep in the poor girl's snatch 'cause all of a sudden she cried out in pain and she started to cry again. The girl's uncontrollable cry must've tampered with Cain's patience 'cause he slapped her a few times to get her to be quiet.
"Shut the fuck up, little girl!" Cain belched after the last slap, sounding every bit like the drunken pimp that he was. "You hear me!?" His voice then echoed loudly, bouncing off the walls around the Dungeon.
"Please?" The girl begged in between her sobs, "let me go home to my mommy." And that's when that voice hit me like a fucking freight train!
I wasted no time tossing the lone bed sheet from my body and jumping out of my bed and hurling myself against my caged door. My eyes then staggered for a moment as I tried hard to get a better look at the girl in the cage directly across from mine. And it was then had my heart succumbed to a state of panic.
"Bree!?" I screamed with that same panic now clinging to the bowels of my throat. "BREANNA!?" I screamed out a second time only this time with my fear clinging toward the desperation of hope that my assumption could be wrong. . .but I was dead wrong.
I must've startled both Abel and Cain 'cause my distraction became their distraction which forced them to put their guard down on Bree who wasted no time jumping up from the bed and running toward the direction of my cage, crying out, "Jane! Jane!"
My eyes suddenly lit up in horror upon seeing Bree's naked body rushing toward me. And that fear stamped in confusion and transfixed across her angelic baby face made me understand that she didn't understand what was happening to her.
"Bree! Bree!" I, too, cried out in unison to Bree's only my cries were along the lines of terror; something Bree had yet to come to fully understand 'cause she was still a child.
Bree collapsed into my arms in a state of absolute elation against the cage bars separating us. And for a moment I had forgotten this place, forgotten about my troubles, forgotten about my oppressors as I had disappeared, floating on 7th Heaven toward a paradise I had long mistaken as gone. And just like that, the cloud suddenly disintegrated into a pile of black evil ash as Bree was quickly snatched up from my arms and forcefully carried back into her cage. And despite all of her kicking and screaming and pleading, her tiny body was still tossed back onto the bed with Abel now hunching over her guardedly.
Cain rushed back to my cage and flung open the cage door and yanked me out by one arm and dragged me toward the opposite end of Salvation. I, too, left the Dungeon kicking and screaming but not pleading. Instead I was mouthing out profanities that unarguably made Cain angrier by the second 'cause he, too, began screaming and cursing back at me.
Cain kicked open the door to the Discipline room and tossed me across the cemented floor like a slab of meat. He then slammed the door in front of my face when I made a break for it and locked it, locking me in and away from Bree.
By the time Cain returned to the Discipline room my fists were black and blue and bloodied from all the pounding I had done on the door. And by the time Cain also returned, I had exhausted all my strength 'cause when he ordered for me to get up from the floor, I couldn't. And still Cain took no mercy on me 'cause he still went ahead and whipped me anyway. So by the time I returned back to my cage, I could barely move, could barely hold a thought, much less, focus on anything since everything around me became one huge blur.
It wasn't until I staggered a glance toward Bree's cage had I discovered it was empty. Then I began to think that maybe Bree had never really been there in that cage and what I had seen and heard and embraced earlier was just the inner of my little girl but in the form of my soul.
I sat on the edge of my bed anxiously tugging my blood stained sheet closer to my body. I was starting to feel extremely cold. I could smell remnants of rainwater swaying around in the air. I could also hear Anna's voice talking to me, pleading to me about something but I honestly could not understand what she was saying. And instead of trying to decipher her words, I instead ignored them and her.
It occurred to me briefly th
at dinner had already been served prior to my returning back to my cage 'cause the lights went out about thirty minutes later. I was glad to have been left alone and not suffering beneath the agony of men brutally abusing me. But just as my eyes began to surrender to my ever constant darkness, the double steel doors unexpectedly opened coercing me and some of the other girls to peek up over our pillows. Cain walked in and he was tugging along a petite shadow behind him. The shadow was sobbing. And when that sobbing grew louder and much, much closer it was then had I come to terms that my hallucination of Bree was very much real.
I quickly jumped out of bed again, my feet literally fumbling toward the front of my cage with my body collapsing hard against the bars.
"B-r-e-e!" I staggered out frantically to her. I mean, I needed to know that she was okay. . .that she hadn't been harmed. . .that way. . .the way all of us were harmed that first night here. But even I knew that that was inevitable particularly in this place built around fornication and imprisonment.
"QUIET!" Cain barked, hitting my cage with that oversized flashlight of his. I flinched and jumped back, yet that didn't deter me from calling out to Bree a second time, only this time I pleaded 'cause she still hadn't glanced my way.
"Bree, please!" I begged, yearning to hear something, anything from her.
"You better shut the fuck up!?" Cain then threatened me, shoving Bree into her cage, locking her door, crooning, "Night, night, little girl."
After Cain walked out of the Dungeon for the rest of the night, for the rest of the night I just stood there hopelessly and helplessly staring at Bree hopelessly 'cause I was perilous to come to her defenses and rescue her from this vile place and from those child-rapists.
It took me half the night to come to the conclusion that geniuses weren't born 'cause it didn't take a genius to figure out what they had done to Bree: It was there, visible in the darkness, a shattered soul staring blankly into nothing but the harrowing future before her. And it was exactly the same way I had stared into mine the night Dominic betrayed me into a life of prostitution.
All that was missing now on Bree's stolen virginity was her headstone.
Chapter 7
December 24th, 2011 -
It was Christmas Eve. And for the last two weeks Bree's life here was a living nightmare, both physically and emotionally.
Physically she had become Abel's personal sex-pet - no other man was allowed to touch her particularly Cain who Abel forbade Cain from. But you wouldn't know it not by the way Cain sized Bree up every time he walked by her cage: He would intentionally slow his brisk walk to a casual stroll sending Bree cowering to the very back of her cage with her Teddy Bear clutched tightly against her chest for protection.
Eventually Cain did have his way with Bree and then some, but it was never in front of me or the other girls. He would take Bree to the bathroom and leave the doors purposely open so that we could hear what he was doing to her particularly when he man-handled her, roughing her up, slapping her around while she cried, begged and pleaded for Cain to leave her alone.
Occasionally Bree would return back to the Dungeon with fresh bruises around her face and body and looking more traumatized than the time before which lead me and the other girls to believe that Cain was becoming more sexually aggressive with Bree each time he took her to the bathroom.
Just before Thanksgiving, Bree managed to escape Cain's advances which sent her running back to her cage where she desperately tried to lock herself in and away from Cain but it was no use. Having the upper hand as well as the strength, Cain forced himself into Bree's cage and stomped toward the back where Bree was hunched over in the corner cowering in fear, and picked her up by the shoulders and tossed her onto the bed like tossing out garbage.
"Sit up! NOW!" Cain bellowed down at Bree as she laid there crying uncontrollably in a fetal position. "You have three fuckin' seconds, little girl, or else I'm goin' to fuckin' kill ya!"
Bree reluctantly did as she was told and sat up. Cain reached around the back of her dainty head and violently slammed her face up against his crotch coercing her to whimper.
"Now that's better," Cain praised stroking Bree's mangled hair, "more like it. Now be a good little girl and unbutton my pants and pull out my dick." Bree sucked back her tears and reached for the button on Cain's trousers and unfastened it. She then reached in and pulled him out leaving me to slap a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming. And the first thing that crossed my mind that hadn't crossed my mind before was Cain's member, and if not careful, how it would be the death of Bree like it had been for China Bo. Right then and there I vowed to God that I would be Bree's savior in Abel's Hell.
"Now I want you to suck it the way your pretty sister over there sucks it. And this time you better not spill a drop or it's the Discipline room for you, understand?"
Bree, again, did as she was told. And again I had to hold back my tongue and choke back my defenses as well as my ever constant shame as the big sister powerless to do anything for her little sister for it was Abel and Cain's doing, conducting "a golden rule of silence" that if I continued to cry out for Bree in any form or fashion not pertaining to conversation then not only was I going to get a severe beating, the other girls were going to get a beating as well.
It took Abel ten days to bestow that rule 'cause that was how long my fury lasted until it was completely forbidden. Since Bree's arrival, and each time she was summoned upstairs I would become so enraged in my cage that I would turn into a wild animal, banging on the cage bars, beating on the cage door, screaming and yelling and cursing that by day's end Abel or Cain would have to forcefully drag me to the Discipline room as I never went in peace.
But today was Christmas Eve. And I still couldn't get Bree to talk to me or acknowledge me, and it's been almost a month now. I think her silence was in part of my failing her when I was only permitted to hold her for those few gut wrenching seconds on her first night here. Since then she has been a mute.
I spent the majority of each morning, afternoon and evening just sitting there on my bed, my eyes literally glued to Bree's cage, watching her every move, listening intently to her every breath, and catching every tear that escaped her traumatized eyes on my invisible hand. I choked back my tears for like the thousand time and settled my gaze onto Anna who just sat there staring merciful into mine. And for the first time since the last month I actually brought myself to smile at her. I lowered my gaze to the floor and opened my mouth to utter my apologies for ignoring her and everyone else but Bree unexpectedly opened her mouth and uttered instead.
"Is that what they used to do to you. . .Dominic, Justin, Josh. . .Doug?"
I was beyond speechless. I was mortified, particularly upon her use of the word 'that' 'cause she knew that I knew exactly what she was talking about. I mean, Bree's assumption hit me so hard across the face her words actually made my head spin, and with regret that I never once disclosed to her what had been going on. And as much as I ached to deny her the absolute truth of all that actually went on, I couldn't.
"Yes." I whispered, bowing my head in shame 'cause I felt like I had shamed Bree with my confession and not so much as what happened in the past.
I waited to hear more of Bree's interrogation but the steel doors abruptly opened with Cain heading toward the direction of Bree's cage.
"Upstairs!" He grunted, unlocking Bree's door. Bree placed her Teddy Bear gently onto her pillow and got up from the bed and walked out of her cage like one of them Tinker Toy soldiers - animated, stiff - while Cain tailed her closely behind.
January 30th, 2011 -
It was just after lunch when Abel situated himself between mine and Bree's cage with this comical look embedded across his saint-less face thus confusing me as well as Bree.
"So you two sisters ready to work together?" A sharp pain suddenly shot through my heart. I shifted an anxious glance onto Bree who just sat there staring at me petrified like she had just seen a ghost 'cause the color from her face had
literally drained.
"Aw, girls!" Abel laughed coercing Bree and me to break our disturbed gaze from one another. "You two make it look like it's going to be something bad when in actuality it's going to be something great! I mean, we got ourselves a real high roller client willing to dish it out for a piece of hot sisterly action. He'll be here in an hour, and we need to get both your pretty little bodies showered and ready. Cain," Abel summoned Cain mechanically. A second later, Cain walked through the double steel doors shoving a piece of food into his mouth. "A little help, please," Abel then said politely.
Cain nodded, fumbling with his jailers keys before opening the door to Bree's cage. Abel casually walked in and took Bree gently by her hand. Cain, still chewing on his food, turned to my cage door and opened it. And suddenly, and without giving the matter a second thought, Bree broke free from Abel's grasp and ran straight into my cage, crying out, "Jane!" as her petite body bypassed Cain and crash landed straight into my arms.
