Three months. Twelve weeks. Eighty-four days.

It's been three months since I last saw my family. It's been three months since I saw the light of day. It's been three months since I lost my freedom.

Everything happened so quickly. One minute, my older brother and I were smoking in a secluded area of the park, and the next minute, we were bagged and gagged like common poultry. We never saw their faces or heard their voices. There was a sudden prick on the side of my neck, and I was out like a light.

When I came to, I was in a white slip with my bra and underwear missing. If I bent down, everything would be exposed. There was a dog collar around my neck with a chain attached to it that was attached to the back brick wall. There were no windows; just three brick walls and a jail cell door. There was no light whatsoever inside my little cell; I couldn't see a damn thing. I was so disoriented, I couldn't even process that my brother was not around me.

'Help…' I called weakly yet no one came to my rescue. I kept trying to call, with each call being louder than the last, but to no avail. I crawled to the bars, but my chain forbade me from getting within two feet of it. It was cold and damp, but my skin was continuously producing sweat.

'Lucas! Where are you?!' A groan had answered my plea. 'Lucas! Is that you?!'

'Fuck Whit…what the hell happened?' I told him I didn't know but that I thought we had been kidnapped. I could hear his struggles with his chain and his swears as he discovered his surroundings. It sounded as if he was in the situation as me for he lost his clothes and was just in red satin boxer briefs.

At that moment, we had no clue as to what was happening. The fear and panic set in quickly after realizing there was no way out. I had had a panic attack. I remember the world went darker than it was and that everything was spinning. My breathing was shallow and rapid. I passed out.

When I woke up, again, there was a light on in my cell. Just a single lightbulb that was out of my reach even if I stood on my tippy toes. I was able to see my surroundings better though. There was a small bucket in the corner and a bunch of pieces of cloth piled up like a small little cot in the far corner. A dog bowl sat next to the makeshift bed. Looking towards the bars, I could see Lucas and his cell.

'Lucas!' He snapped his head in my direction and scrambled as close to the bars as he could. I did the same.

'Whitney! Thank God you're awake. Not too long after you passed out, the lights came on. What do you think is happening?' I shrugged, too scared to let my thoughts run rampant in fear of passing out again.

A loud clanging noise diverted our attention to the left. A door had opened, and in the frame stood a silhouette of a tall, lanky frame. It was impossible to identify their facial features. They stepped into the room and turned on a switch by the door. Light suddenly filled the whole space Lucas and I were trapped in.

It was a lady with paper-white skin. She had oil for hair and a sunken-in face. Her lips, which were curled into a sinister smile, were bathed in a bright rouge. She was completely naked except for black pumps. In the light, it was very obvious to see her ribs, collarbone, and pelvic bone. Almost every bone could be seen with her lack of clothes. I wanted to divert my attention from her nude physique, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. With each step she took, a clack accompanied. For some reason, that clack scared the piss out of me.

'Rise and shine, my pretties! Don't you just look scrumptious in your new clothing? Do you appreciate what Mama has done for you? Nothing less for my Favorites.' I had never been so confused in my life. I was speechless, but Lucas was not. He asked her what the hell she wanted with us, and she just tsked at him. Her full attention was on me; I backed away from the bars as she crouched in front of my cell.

She asked me if I was ready to play. I had no idea what she meant so I sat stock-still. Her lips spread with an icky sound into a wide-mouthed smile. Whatever teeth she had were as yellow as the crayons in the Crayola box, and I had never been so disgusted. I tried to back away some more, but the wall stopped me. She turned towards Lucas, allowing me to gasp for breath at the sheer terror that ran through me at the look in her eyes. "Mama" asked Lucas the same thing, but he just spat at her. Always the defiant one.

'I was going to play with you first, but I see you need a little…convincing. Rico! Get in here!' The door had opened again and in stepped a big burly man with limbs the size of tree trunks. He was balding and had a scraggly beard with some grey streaks in it. "Mama" introduced him as her assistant and cousin, and that he was going to be my playmate along with some others. In my mind, I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't want to believe it. Lucas did though. He screamed at her to stop and to leave me alone, but she just smiled her icky smile. Rico stood outside my cage and gazed upon me like his next meal. The slip I had on would barely cover any average-sized girl, but since I was chunkier than most, it left nothing to the imagination.

With a jingle of keys, my cell door was opened. Rico and "Mama" had stepped in, the latter carrying a chair. She set up herself in the corner, crossing her legs. At some point, all the lights that got turned on when "Mama" came in turned off, and the only lights left were my and Lucas' cell lights. I pressed myself deep into the corner, trying to disappear from their gazes but it didn't work. With a flick of her finger in my direction, Rico was walking towards me.

I let out a scream, yelling at him to stay away. He just chuckled. Even Lucas was yelling. Rico reached me and yanked my legs out from under me, making me land on my back and hitting my head on the concrete floor. He dragged me towards the middle of the cell, all while I was kicking and screaming and clawing. His strength easily overpowered mine.

**T/W: sexual assault**

Laying on top of me, he had left kisses and licks on my neck up to my ear. He was disgusting and gross; his breath smelled like several-day-old milk and his tongue was slimy. Said tongue was shoved down my throat, causing me to gag and turn my head away. He growled and forced my hands above my head before gripping my throat in a vice-like grasp. Choking me, he snarled at me to do as he said, or I would wish I was dead. Unfortunately, he didn't know that I already wished I was dead just to escape this situation. I nodded meekly, and he let my throat go.

The hand that released my throat slipped down my body, groping me in every single place he could think of: my breasts, side, leg, butt, everywhere. Eventually, he stopped his tour at my precious spot. My eyes widened, and he enjoyed the fear in my eyes. With a great tug, he tore the slip I was wearing off my bodice, leaving my bare body to brave the assault of the icy floor.

I was whimpering, and it turned him on even more from what I could feel against my thigh. I was begging for him to not do this, and he just whispered in my ear that he was hot for me, and he couldn't wait to be buried in my tight hole. I cried and kicked trying to stop him. He smirked and held my legs down with his legs, bruising up my body even more. His hand started fiddling with his belt and jean button, and I screamed with the back of my throat. I remember whipping my head towards Lucas' cage and seeing his horror-struck face. He tried looking away, but "Mama" told him if he didn't watch that I would receive ten times the torture. He had sucked in a deep breath and watched with the saddest expression on his face. I didn't want to see him like that, so I tried to smile a reassuring smile with my lips and used my eyes to convey that everything would be alright. Immediately that smile turned into a grimace and shout of pain.

Rico stuck it in, and, oh, it hurt like hell. There was no wait, no adjustment period. As soon as he entered, he started pistoning deep within me. A bloodcurdling scream tore my throat apart. I wanted him to stop. I didn't see the size of his penis, but I could tell it was above average in size and thickness. I begged him to stopped, but it only spurred him on even more. He kept commenting on my "tight pussy" and how he could tell I was a virgin. His hand that wasn't holding mine gripped one of my breasts tightly, abusing the soft flesh. To him, they were the "most perfect pair of tits in existence". The pain never receded, and I didn't get used to it. Tears shone in my eyes and streamed down my faces in rivulets. I wanted to wake up from this terrible nightmare.

After a few more strokes, he emptied his load in me, making me feel like I got burned from the inside out. When he pulled out, I looked down and saw his penis was red. There goes the proof of my virginity there. A wet stream floated down my thigh, and my body wouldn't stop shaking or quivering. As soon as he released me, I curled up in the fetal position and held my legs to my chest to try to cover a little of my body.

****

Rico was dismissed and told to go clean up for later. He did as he was told. "Mama" walked up to my fetal form and stroked a hand down my back. She told me that I was a good little bitch and that she would get me a new dress. I flinched away from her as her touch lingered. To Lucas, she said that his turn was next. With that, she left.

Lucas immediately tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't think straight or comprehensively. It was on that day I knew I would never be the same again. And this was just the start.

Every day, sometimes once a day or multiple times a day, we would get violated or beat. More so, I would be the one violated and he would take the beatings, but it all depended on the mood "Mama" was in. At this point, I am pretty sure I have several STDs from the several men she has had me with. I never got pregnant though. "Mama" made sure of that. After every session, she gave me a plan B pill. We always had to watch each other get tortured, or there would be even more Hell to pay. Once, Lucas made the mistake of defying "Mama" by not watching, and I was rewarded twenty slashes for the twenty strokes he did not watch me receive. Afterward, he kept apologizing and never broke another rule. Sometimes, "Mama" would join in on the fun and force herself on Lucas or force me to eat her out. Most times, she sat in the corner and watched. Each time, she would masturbate to our suffering. At night, she would come in and wish her Favorites, as she called us, goodnight and give us a big meal.

This went on for three months. Twelve weeks. Eighty-four days. But today, something was off. Hours had passed since we had awoken, and nobody came. Maybe no one was coming today, and I said so to Lucas, but he told me to not get my hopes up.

Another hour passed, and the door opened. Out came Manny with "Mama". Without my permission, my body relaxed a fraction. Manny was actually a nice guy in this place. He had started working for "Mama" not too soon after we arrived, and he was the one that talked to us between breaks and watched over us at night. He told us all about "Mama". How he heard she used to have several kids locked up but eventually got bored with them. We were the only ones to last this long. Every other kid died in the Screaming Barn, the place no kid has ever returned from. I was wary as to why he was coming with "Mama" in the morning. He walked into my cage and just lifted me on my feet before taking off my collar. Confused, I watched "Mama" do the same to Lucas. She wore a black dress with polka-dots on it today. That's weird.

Suddenly, there was a cool metal pressed to my head and a beefy arm wrapped around my throat. A gasp left my lips, alerting "Mama" and Lucas to what was happening. "Mama" glared at Manny.

"What the hell are you doing, Manny?" She kept a tight grip on Lucas' arm.

"Let the boy go, or I blow her pretty little head off. You don't want to lose the good one, right?" She glared and worried her bottom lip. Manny pressed the gun closer to my hairline. I tensed, scared for what was going to happen. "I want the boy, and I know you want the girl, considering you love her so much." Gradually, "Mama" released her grip on Lucas's arm, and he came running towards me. Manny instantly let me go, letting my brother engulf me in a deep hug. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out through the small space. I looked up in shock and saw the silver gun Manny had was pointing ahead of him and had smoke coming from the barrel.

Looking to where the gun was pointed, "Mama" had a hole in her arm. Another shot rang out and a hole appeared in her left thigh, forcing her to kneel. Manny walked closer to her and held her at gunpoint. Despite being shot twice, "Mama" managed to grunt out why he was doing this.

"Madeline Gretin, you are under arrest for the murder of ten children and the kidnapping of young adults. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will, be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you." I stood there in Lucas's arms shocked at what was happening. Was it over? Manny, keeping the gun pointed at her with one hand, pulled out a burner phone and dialed a number. "Suspect apprehended. Victims need immediate medical attention." After giving his location, he slipped the device back into his pocket.

"Mama", or Madeline Gretin, screamed and tried to attack Manny, but given her injuries, her movements were slowed, and she was knocked upside the head with the butt of Manny's gun. He pocketed the gun and locked a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.

"W-what is happening? Are w-we free?" Manny glanced up and nodded at me with a warm smile.

"Yes ma'am. Your parents are waiting for you two. I've been working undercover for the past year, trying to get in her good graces to be able to get evidence, and it wasn't until you two that she started slipping. It gave me the perfect opportunity. I'm sorry I couldn't help earlier." I shook my head with tears streaming down my face, still clinging to Lucas like a lifeline. He was no better, clutching me tightly with his head resting on mine.

"Thank you…for everything. You made this place just a little bit better, and thanks to you, we're free." Manny faltered, blushed with embarrassment, then nodded. At that moment, footsteps thundered into the room. I hid behind Lucas, but at the sight of police uniforms, I relaxed slightly, but I still didn't let go of him.

I refused to be separated from Lucas at all. As we were guided outside, into the light, we stumbled on weak legs and had to be supported by two officers. Once outside, we were blinded, and it took a while for our vision to get used to the light. We rounded a corner and walked a little while until we came across a police car barricade.

Shouts of our name had us looking left. Running towards us were our parents. "Mom! Dad!" I stumbled with each step to reach them, even with Lucas there, but we made it and became a tearful mess in the middle of the field we were in. Breathing in their comforting scents brought a sense of calmness over me.

We were soon interrupted by a paramedic. She said she had to check us over. My dad lifted me into his arms as if I were a baby, and Lucas was helped along by the female paramedic.

Three months. Twelve weeks. Eighty-four days.

On the eighty-fifth day, we got our freedom back.