"Kim," said the doctor, "you need to rest too. If you don't rest and die on me, I'll have a nervous breakdown. I'll cry."
We had exchanged names when he had been forced onto me by the enemy, but while he remembered my name, I couldn't remember his.
"You should rest too, Doc," I whispered, touching his arm. "You're not superman. You can only do so much."
"I can't. There's still so much to do and so many people to see," the doctor said with anxious tears in his eyes. "Every time I rest, another person dies. I have to work harder. If I work a little harder, they might still survive."
"You haven't slept for two days, Doc," I coaxed. "If they go, it's not your fault. It's our enemy's fault. They haven't given us enough medical supplies and didn't leave enough medical staff alive to help. We can only leave it up to Providence and fate. If it's heaven's will for them to live, they will live. How much worse will you feel if you make a mistake because you were too tired?"
I patted the ground next to me.
"Come on. Just five minutes. Just close your eyes for five minutes. You don't have to sleep. If not five then two minutes. Come on."
"Just five minutes then," the doctor muttered, rubbing his eyes. The big black bags under his eyes were especially prominent. He collapsed by my side and I put his head in my lap. Shigure wouldn't mind, I was sure. Shigure was still sleeping on my other side in a coma.
The doctor was out before he had finished resting his head on my lap. I stroked his head and ran my fingers through his hair. It was good for him to sleep. He needed the sleep.
"You, woman," a hungry looking lecher was walking through the room for his next prey. He pointed at me. "Get up and come with me."
"I can't move," I said, slowly lifting the doctor's head and putting it down on the ground to one side.
The doctor grumbled and curled up.
The lecher grabbed me by the hair and dragged me a little way, while I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry out loud. He turned his head to frown at me and kicked my legs.
"What's wrong with you?" he demanded.
"I can't," I sighed, dropping to the ground when he let me go. I struggled to move my arms and legs to adjust my posture.
"Forget her," another guard came over. "She's half dead. The doctor was frantically trying to revive her a day and a half ago. She came from the torture chambers. It's only her and the doctor left alive from there now. She probably isn't going to last much longer either."
"Then I should take her while I have the chance," the lecher licked his lips and pulled down his pants. The surrounding people all turned their heads to look away. "Otherwise she'll be dead before I've had the chance to have her. Look at that body. It's just asking for some loving."
I was roughly yanked into a position the lecher wanted and closed my eyes, grimacing at the pain. I did my best not to resist so that it wouldn't hurt too much. Experience really did make a difference in pain levels. My lack of reaction seemed to bore the lecher and so he slapped me to try and get more of a reaction out of me.
My gaze just wandered and turned into a blank stare. I stared at the metal runners along the ceiling and wondered what they had been used for. The lecher wasn't having it. He forcefully brought my attention back to him, ramming harder and harder until I could stop the tears of pain from falling. Until my body reluctantly began reacting
I couldn't take much more. I really couldn't.
The other guard could see it.
"Hey, hey, stop. Her lips are turning blue. You're gonna kill her."
"Since when did you become such a softie?" the lecher snorted, hurrying to finish the job. He shook himself in me, making me moan. He sniggered. "Whatever. She had it coming."
"Don't you have a daughter?" the other guard looked at him with a complicated expression.
"Yeah. So what?" the lecher asked.
"Don't you think she looks around your daughter's age?" the other guard asked him.
"Mmm," the lecher licked his lips, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "Maybe I should go back home and put that little bitch through her paces as well. The little upstart has it coming. She's a little whore, just like her mother."
The other guard gave him a look of disgust.
"Your daughter?"
"Step daughter," the lecher shrugged. "Not mine. I can imagine her crying and begging, calling me 'Daddy'. 'Daddy, please'. It turns me on just thinking about it."
The other guard glared at him.
"Get out," he covered me with his jacket and pointed at the door.
The lecher just rolled his eyes and sauntered out, still scanning the hall for targets.
The guard stood over me for a moment, looking awkward.
"I'm sorry," he said to the back wall. "They didn't send the best of us out and most haven't been home for three years. They insist your people have special or magical resources or something. I'll be glad when my time's up. I'm never coming out to do something as messed up as this again. Our president isn't real smart. He's easily antagonised by the other countries. After the last war when we lost so easily, our people have a twisted image of your people. They think you're all demons and are out for revenge. For what it's worth, I'm really sorry."
I didn't reply. I was too busy fighting the sensation that I was possibly about to die.
"Doc, wake up," the guard kicked Doc awake again. "Wake up, the girl's dying again."
I'm not entirely sure what the doctor did, but with the guard's help, they saved me from the brink again.
"I'll put out an order that no one in this hall is allowed to be abused anymore," the guard said. "Or at least, I'll try. I can't promise it'll help."
He tried. I know he did, because the next day when he tried to stop some of his mates that were of higher ranking than him, they killed him. Strangled him and then stabbed him in the chest multiple times.
Crazy, twisted bastards.
But after that, the enemy soldiers and agents stopped coming in to 'play' with us anymore. So I guess the man's death had been worth something. It hadn't been for nothing.