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Part one by LC here. Continued by The Academy.
Her mind full of concern for the woman, she hadn't given a thought to where the man who struck her was, as she crawled across the cold tiles. It was a shock then, when her head was pulled savagely back, her hand snatched from the prone woman's body as she was forced upright onto her knees, her long wet hair whipping around her face.
Her back was pressed into his chest, the scent of him filling her nose, her eyes reduced to tunnel vision, her scalp screaming from where he had yanked her back by a fistful of hair.
She could feel his hot breath against her ear, quick, shallow inhalations and exhales. She could feel his heat.
His free arm curled over her shoulders, wrapped around her, the inside of his elbow nestled against her neck. She had no time to think, to get her bearings. And then he flexed his muscles, his arm tightened around her neck. She didn't panic at first, not until she realised she couldn't breathe, that her throat wouldn't work, her body betraying her. Funny how you take a simple thing like breathing for granted, until it's taken away from you.
She tried to wrench herself free, she twisted, turned but he was too strong for her, his arm tightening around her neck, the pain explosive, feeling more terror than she had ever known possible in her short sweet life.
“Say goodbye” he whispered in her ear, and then her world went black.
***
She awoke, coughing violently. Her raw throat felt like it'd been carved with razor blades, her breath jagged, painful. She tried to sit up, but her head banged an obstruction. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she tried to take in her surroundings. Claustrophobic panic overcame her, she pushed against the thick gauge wire walls of the cage she was imprisoned in. Tears overwhelmed her, she couldn't escape, she was helplessly confined, the cage to small for her to sit up, or lay out flat. She was trapped, curled up on the thin rug lining the base of her prison.
“I'm sorry”.
It was the other woman's voice. She manoeuvred her body to look to where it had come from.
There was no comfort to be had in seeing her.
She was naked still, the bruised welt vivid on her face. Wide metal cuffs encircled her wrists and ankles. A similar collar around her neck. Her legs were spread wide, the ankle cuffs chained to D-rings embedded in the floor. Her arms were raised above her head, chains rising from wrist to ceiling.
“I'm sorry. I know what his tastes are, I know what he will do to me. Though even for him, he has become even more extreme recently. I don't know where his limit lies anymore.
But I do know you will be made to watch me suffer. Please, as you watch what I am made to endure, what I must take and do for him, please don't think ill of me”.
She bowed her head, this last whispered so quiet it was almost imperceptible.
“And when he has finished with me, it will be your turn”.
***
She tried to talk, her throat livid agony as she tried to swallow, but it was too late. A scrape of a door opening announced his arrival. She curled up tighter in her cage as his slow deliberate footsteps passed her.
She watched the other woman raise her head to him. The look on her face, in her eyes, the mixture of absolute terror and aching desire nearly broke her heart…
