”No…” I whispered as my crying enhanced second by second at the sight of Aida’s feet. I let my eyes travel up the legs that were attached to them. There were no sight of bare skin until now, her skinny denim jeans were still fitted snuggly around her slim hips, her tight white crop shirt still covered her upper body, only revealing a line of bare stomach underneath it. If it hadn’t been because of the blood dripped down on the white fabric from a bruise on the side of her head, I would have thought she’d just fallen asleep.

“What did you do?!” I screamed but quickly got silenced by another drop of my own blood hitting my collar bone as the knife was pressed even deeper towards me.

“Relax, we didn’t do anything, besides making her shut up,” the skinny man smirked. “You know, that’s quite an aggressive friend you’ve got there.”

I took a huge sigh of relief as quietly as I could manage to keep him from getting any more of his terrible ideas.


At that moment she started moving around on the floor slightly.

“Looks like she’s coming to her senses,” he then mumbled before quickly walking over to her and hitting her head with his hand again and I had to do everything in my will power to swallow the squeal that could easily leave my mouth. He then pulled her up to stand, even though she was too dizzy to notice what was going on around her. “You know, we were going to use her for our fun, but since she was such a prude we had to punish her. And the fact that you just walked in made this a lot more fun.”

I was now full on sobbing as the skinny man in front of me pulled out a knife as well and put it at Aida’s exposed throat.

“Since you haven’t been very nice…” he mumbled with his disgusting lips in to her ear, I could tell that she was shivering from his breath hitting her face. “You’re going to watch. And if you move, your friend will be killed. And if you fight against him the slightest bit…” he now looked upon me with that hungry and greedy glare that made me flinch, “your friend here will die as well.”


This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t happen. Aida and I were both trapped in this twisted and horrifying game that was about to humiliate and destroy both of us. Even though Aida was still dizzy from all the damage that had been done to her head, she looked straight in to my eyes with probably the same exact expression as I looked upon her with and the emotion was clear: She was just as scared as I was, if not more.

She looked like she was struggling like hell to compose herself, she was also so angry. Very, very angry. The only holding her back is that I was the one to get harmed from her behavior and not herself. Which was the exact same reason why I didn’t fight back when the guy behind me turned me around and pressed me up against the wall violently.


This was the first time I saw his face. He was a bit younger than the other man, more muscular and a bit less disgusting looking. No wait, no. He was just as disgusting and terrible a person with the same hungry and evil sparkle in his dark eyes.

“Take off your shirt,” he commanded making the skinny man smirk in my direction. I felt so exposed, so humiliated, so abused and the tears kept falling down my cheeks as I slowly and with shaking hands took off my shirt.

The guy took a last step closer to me, constantly staring in to my eyes before leaning in to kiss me a lot more softly than I’d expected. But it was terrible. So terrible. I had to pull away in order not to throw up and I ended up slamming my head against the wall behind me.

Out of my canthus I could see the skinny man tighten his grip on Aida’s hair and press the big knife against her even harder and I immediately remembered the game that had been set up.

Don’t try to fight him, Maja. For Aida’s sake, don’t fight against him. Don’t fight against him, don’t fight against him, don’t fight against him…


“Maja? Aida?” a voice sounded through the door. It was Harry.

My heart skipped several beats and Aida let out a squeal before stopping herself.

“Hello? What are you doing?” he asked while knocking a few times.

“Talk to him,” the guy right in front of my face told me quietly while letting his hands touch and infuse my entire upper body with his horrible scent.

I had to. I knew I had to. My voice would be shaking and trembling like hell if I said something, but I had to fight the scared feelings inside me and do what I did best; put up a façade and hide whatever else that would go through my mind at that point.

“Oh, we’re just… Peeing,” I said trying desperately to ignore the guys hungry eyes on my breasts.

“Was that Aida squealing before?” he asked curiously making my job as hard as possible.

“Yeah, I just… I splashed some water on her…” I said while attempting to do some kind of laugh.

“Why are you in the men’s room? We’ve been waiting a while now…” he said sounding a slightly bit annoyed.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s uhm… It smelled nicer in here and… it’s uhm… girl’s trouble, you know.”

“Oh.” His tone suddenly changed to a more cheerful one. “Okay, just… come out when you’re done, we want to leave in case that sick bastard will show up again.”

My eyes screw shut in a hopeless attempt to hold back the tears in them, the large smirk from the two guys in here were mocking all the three friends of us.

“We just need a minute,” I said once again trying to sound like I was happy. I had no idea of how I did, hopefully as convincing as I normally did it. Once again Aida couldn’t hold back a huge sob and we all stared at the door with wide eyes in case Harry heard. I hope he didn’t. Imagine if he had. Aida would be dead.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.


But no one pulled the handle of the door, to my relief. I’d rather go through all this madness than seeing Aida get hurt in any way. And I couldn’t help but feel lucky compared to her. If she was the one getting raped and humiliated right in front of me I would have gone completely crazy, but once again she now showed her strength by keeping her mouth relatively shot and her body the closest thing to calm that any human being could possibly manage to do in a situation like this one.

How did we get here?

Why on Earth was this happening to us?


We should never have come to London. What a sick city filled with sick people. What had we done in order to deserve any of this?

I had always considered myself being an almost decent person, not nearly as great as Aida and Em, but nice enough though. Then why was this smelly, disgusting man pulling in my hand against my will to make me touch him… down there?!


I was full on crying now, but he would let me shut my eyes so that I would have a tiny chance of possibly just imagining another person standing in front of me, and not him.

“Look at me,” he purred and let the tip of his knife make a small cut in my right breast when I didn’t obey. I had to use every bit of energy and force left somewhere in body to turn my eyes towards him. He unclasped my bra, he kissed my lips, he licked my neck, he made me grab him.


Out of my canthus I could tell that Aida’s hands were bleeding. Had that sick bastard done anything to her anyway?!

But no, the blood seemed to come from her own nails, she was squeezing them together tightly and her lower lip was now bleeding as well from her teeth biting down on it violently.
Even though she did everything to keep herself from making a sound or a move, every once in while she would react instinctively, like when the guy pushed my head down for me to put… him… in my… mouth. At that time she would scream and I would get another cut on my chest, a deeper and longer one this time. And then I would scream from the pain, which only made the skinny man slam Aida’s head in to the wall, knocking her unconscious.

Oh God no.

No, he couldn’t do that. That was dangerous. She was now hanging in his dirty arms looking completely lifeless and I was crying harder and harder.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Fuck no.

This wasn’t happening.


I had no other choice than to hope that she would be all right and do as I was told, whatever it would be, if only it meant that she wouldn’t get hurt anymore. And so I felt my legs collapse from underneath me, my knees hit the cold hard floor and maybe it hurt. It probably did. But I didn’t notice. I only looked at Aida’s bruised, but incredibly beautiful face, as she had her eyes closed with the blood dripping down it from up underneath somewhere in her dark short hair.
Her white beloved crop top was now more red than white, her high waisted denim jeans were also stained darker everywhere, but she looked prettier than ever. I don’t think I’d ever appreciated her as much as I did now, she was my best friend.


And so I swallowed those tiny pieces that I had left of my pride and dignity and put him in to my mouth, I had to really compose myself to not bite down as hard as I could, the sight of my dear friend still standing lifeless next to me helped a bit.
The guy from above me moaned in the most uncomfortable way, I wanted to keep my eyes closed but he still wanted me to look up at him. It was only Aida who gave me the strength, even though she wasn’t conscious she somehow made me realize what would be wise to do.




The door was kicked open with a deafening sound. It hit the skinny man on the shoulder and he got knocked out of balance making him drop Aida’s unconscious body on the floor. My view went blurry from when I saw my chance to pull back immediately from that terrible… thing, I ended up hitting my head on the wall behind me, it felt like that had happened countless time during that past couple of eternal minutes.

A head of dark curly hair was visible to me, on one hand I was happy to know that it was Harry, on the other hand felt so humiliated and horrible, my friends were the last people I wanted to see me like this.

And how was he supposed to help us anyway? He would be alone against two guys with big knives.

But he reacted quickly, his hand hit the side of the skinny man’s head as he was the one standing closest to me and when the other guy was about to run towards him, Harry hit him as well with the same surprising force as the second before.

Now another form was visible at the door opening, a grey flannel shirt was spread out across a pair of wide shoulders, it moved around when he also hit both of the guys before they got to hurt them.


I was lying on my stomach desperately trying to figure out where my shirt and bra was through my blurry view, while struggling to cover my entire upper body with my hands. I was sobbing and crying, crying and sobbing. I looked upon Aida’s body that was curled up in the corner, another loud sound made the big, disgusting guy collapse on top of me and I instantly screamed loudly from his body touching mine, remembering what had happened only a few moments ago.


I heard several persons crying. Harry was one of them.

He was looking around the small room with flashing eyes as he looked like he was struggling to take in what had just taken place in here. I felt a couple of big hands lift off the smelly body on top of mine, it felt like I could breathe for just a second, until I once again remembered the sight of my exposed upper body.


“Maja?” a voice said from above of me. I couldn’t see a thing, due to my wet and swollen eyes, but I recognized the deep hum. It was Liam. And I was almost naked.

I instinctively backed away from his touch on my shoulder, or at least as far away as I could get in that small room. I was shaking still not having any clue of what was going on around me. The floor was cold, the lights were blinding, the atmosphere was suffocating, nothing felt the slightest bit pleasant.

“Relax, it’s me, Liam,” the voice mumbled from above me. I suddenly felt something warm hitting my skin, something that didn’t smell like sweat and pee. As my view gradually got clearer I realized that Liam had taken of his grey flannel shirt and put it on top of me as he tried to lift me off of the floor.

“No!” I squealed, I knew he would see everything.

“We have to get you guys out of here now,” he just commanded while wrapping his shirt around me when he’d lifted me up. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine now.”

“No…” I just mumbled. “No… it isn’t.”

I noticed the two guys lying on the floor looking like they were asleep, the knives weren’t in their hands anymore, they looked all weirdly vulnerable that way.


Liam carried me out in the hallway and through the door to the bar that completely different; all lights were on, the waitress was no longer looking pissed off but instead she was rushing towards us with some blankets and water with an extremely concerned face that suited her a lot better than the one she’d been wearing all night.

I was put down on the floor against the wall, before Liam told me that he’d be right back.


Harry now came out of the door as well, holding Aida in his arms. The tears were streaming down his face, he was sobbing loudly and his shoulders were shaking. He looked like utter hell already as he came closer holding this bloody and calm body. Unlike Liam he didn’t leave Aida, instead he sat down with her in his arms and not letting go for dear life. He kept whispering things to her, desperately hoping that she could hear him, while brushing her dark and sticky hair. His knuckles were bruised from hitting the two guys in the bathroom, his own blood mixed together with Aida’s and the sight of the two of them only made me cry even harder.


Liam finally came back from the toilet holding a small key in his hand.

“They’re locked in there, until the police arrives,” he informed us.

“An ambulance is on its way now as well,” Em’s voice suddenly said from the door to the bar.

She rushed over to me on the floor and sat down wrapping her small arms around me. She was crying almost as much as me, but not shaking the same way. No matter how hard I tried, how much I concentrated on calming my body down it just wouldn’t fucking listen to me.

Em pulled back to look me in to my eyes, though it was hard to see anything behind all the salty liquid in them.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered while cupping my face in her hands. “I’m so awfully sorry.”


I wish I could tell her not to be, to calm her down by saying that everything would be all right, but the truth was I really didn’t know if that was true or not. Would it be okay? Would I ever calm down? Would Aida ever open her fucking eyes again?

Notes

So how do you all like the drama? Too much??? I'm sorry, but i just couldn't help myself, I had to make a scene like this at some point, even though it might be a bit crazy! :-D
I hope you like it anyway! And thanks for the extra subscriber, we're now on 18, yay!!! xx