You Know What They Do To Girls Like Us
We Will Bring Them Down
“Fucking perverted bastards, that’s what they are,” Eliza clenches her jaw as she moves to the bedroom window.
We’re all in my group’s room trying to comfort Amelia. April was right. Zayn’s first victim was Amelia. And she had taken a beating, crying her pain out on our couch.
“Here, have some tea,” I offer the mug to April and rub her back. She stares at the mug in her hands. Only the sound of her staggered breathing occupies the air.
“I’m next for him, so don’t worry - I’ll give him a good whipping,” April narrows her eyes. She stares into the fireplace crackling in front of us. “I’ll burn him.”
“It never ends,” Sara whispers.
“We will find a way to end it,” I look up at everyone. “I promise.”
“We need to find the floor plan to this place before we can plan anything,” Eliza perches on the arm of the couch next to me. “We need to find out who stays where, alternate routes, and secret passages because corny as it seems, with a place this big there has to be some.”
“We will bring them down,” April smiles.
The bedroom door opens and we whip our necks to face the same lady that was at the choosing.
“Hello girls,” she strains a smile. “I’m Paula.”
No one speaks.
“I’m here to inform you of the new plan the management has made,” she pulls out a form.
Our eyes dart to make contact with each other in hope.
“When you were transported here, you may remember drinking a solution you were ordered to consume. It is necessary for you all to know that there was a birth control medication in the solution. You will be required to take the solution every month,” she turns the page. “The management has also made changes to the program. You will each spend one night with each man and when five nights are over, each will choose which girl they want. The man that chooses you will be your master for as long as you are part of the program. It is almost 8pm so I suggest you girls take care of everything you need to until then. Good luck.”
She turns on her 3-inch heels and shuts the door gently behind her.
“As if things couldn’t get any worse,” Sara covers her face.
“I don’t want this,” Amelia’s face crumples as she speaks and hands me the mug.
“It’s alright, I’ll take it back,” I smile warmly and pat her. “Where’s the kitchen again?”
“Down the corridor,” Eliza speaks up. “Take two lefts and one right.”
I nod and take off.
I make a left and see Harry turning the corner at the end of the hall. I focus on the mug. As he comes nearer my anger becomes hotter than the tea I’m holding.
I’m going to do it.
I stumble on the carpet and the tea spills all over his shoes. Oops.
“You bitch!” he shouts and glares at me.
“So sorry,” I glare straight back and turn the corner before he can say anything else. I run the rest of the way.
I reach the kitchen and quickly place the mug into the drop off bin. I almost run the way back again. I make a right and slam into a wall. I look up and see that the wall is Harry.
Shit.
He grips my wrist and jerks me towards him.
“If you try anything like that again, I will make sure to make your life here living hell,” he growls.
“My life here is already hell,” I hiss.
“Then I’ll make your friends pay for your sins,” he shoves me away and storms past.
I clutch my wrist. Sins. If these are what they call sins then they are demons sent from the devil himself.
When I get to my bedroom, Amelia and Eliza have gone back to their room.
“What happened to your wrist?” Sara’s eyes widen and she races to me.
“I spilled tea on Harry’s shoes,” I head toward the bathroom to find wash some tea off my hands.
“You go girl,” April grins. I smile back.
“Are you kidding?” Sara turns to April. “Look at her wrist! This isn’t something to be praised for! Who knows what worse things he could have done?!”
“No one that fights in a war escapes without some kind of wound,” April turns serious. “If we want to bring them down, we have to take risks because I don’t know about you, but right now I would rather die than stay in this hell hole.”
Sara remains silent and goes to her bedroom.
“You didn’t have to be so hard on her,” I say softly. “She was just concerned.”
“We don’t have time to be concerned when they treat us like this,” April says. “This is past concerned. This is protecting and making everyone stronger. There is no mercy if they show no mercy to us.”
She leaves to go to her bedroom.
I wonder who I have tonight. I look at the list to see that I have Niall tonight. At least he’s no Zayn or Harry.
We’re all in my group’s room trying to comfort Amelia. April was right. Zayn’s first victim was Amelia. And she had taken a beating, crying her pain out on our couch.
“Here, have some tea,” I offer the mug to April and rub her back. She stares at the mug in her hands. Only the sound of her staggered breathing occupies the air.
“I’m next for him, so don’t worry - I’ll give him a good whipping,” April narrows her eyes. She stares into the fireplace crackling in front of us. “I’ll burn him.”
“It never ends,” Sara whispers.
“We will find a way to end it,” I look up at everyone. “I promise.”
“We need to find the floor plan to this place before we can plan anything,” Eliza perches on the arm of the couch next to me. “We need to find out who stays where, alternate routes, and secret passages because corny as it seems, with a place this big there has to be some.”
“We will bring them down,” April smiles.
The bedroom door opens and we whip our necks to face the same lady that was at the choosing.
“Hello girls,” she strains a smile. “I’m Paula.”
No one speaks.
“I’m here to inform you of the new plan the management has made,” she pulls out a form.
Our eyes dart to make contact with each other in hope.
“When you were transported here, you may remember drinking a solution you were ordered to consume. It is necessary for you all to know that there was a birth control medication in the solution. You will be required to take the solution every month,” she turns the page. “The management has also made changes to the program. You will each spend one night with each man and when five nights are over, each will choose which girl they want. The man that chooses you will be your master for as long as you are part of the program. It is almost 8pm so I suggest you girls take care of everything you need to until then. Good luck.”
She turns on her 3-inch heels and shuts the door gently behind her.
“As if things couldn’t get any worse,” Sara covers her face.
“I don’t want this,” Amelia’s face crumples as she speaks and hands me the mug.
“It’s alright, I’ll take it back,” I smile warmly and pat her. “Where’s the kitchen again?”
“Down the corridor,” Eliza speaks up. “Take two lefts and one right.”
I nod and take off.
I make a left and see Harry turning the corner at the end of the hall. I focus on the mug. As he comes nearer my anger becomes hotter than the tea I’m holding.
I’m going to do it.
I stumble on the carpet and the tea spills all over his shoes. Oops.
“You bitch!” he shouts and glares at me.
“So sorry,” I glare straight back and turn the corner before he can say anything else. I run the rest of the way.
I reach the kitchen and quickly place the mug into the drop off bin. I almost run the way back again. I make a right and slam into a wall. I look up and see that the wall is Harry.
Shit.
He grips my wrist and jerks me towards him.
“If you try anything like that again, I will make sure to make your life here living hell,” he growls.
“My life here is already hell,” I hiss.
“Then I’ll make your friends pay for your sins,” he shoves me away and storms past.
I clutch my wrist. Sins. If these are what they call sins then they are demons sent from the devil himself.
When I get to my bedroom, Amelia and Eliza have gone back to their room.
“What happened to your wrist?” Sara’s eyes widen and she races to me.
“I spilled tea on Harry’s shoes,” I head toward the bathroom to find wash some tea off my hands.
“You go girl,” April grins. I smile back.
“Are you kidding?” Sara turns to April. “Look at her wrist! This isn’t something to be praised for! Who knows what worse things he could have done?!”
“No one that fights in a war escapes without some kind of wound,” April turns serious. “If we want to bring them down, we have to take risks because I don’t know about you, but right now I would rather die than stay in this hell hole.”
Sara remains silent and goes to her bedroom.
“You didn’t have to be so hard on her,” I say softly. “She was just concerned.”
“We don’t have time to be concerned when they treat us like this,” April says. “This is past concerned. This is protecting and making everyone stronger. There is no mercy if they show no mercy to us.”
She leaves to go to her bedroom.
I wonder who I have tonight. I look at the list to see that I have Niall tonight. At least he’s no Zayn or Harry.
Notes
Glad you gems are enjoying the fic so far! Thank you for the lovely comments and reading. :D~christi ellie
You should totally make a sequal to this story its amazing
5/16/15