**TRIGGER WARNING**
**PHYSICAL ABUSE**
Lydda's POV.
I had lost complete track of date and time, the only thing I could focus on was the excruciating pain my body was going through.
They had thrown me in the basement because the Boss wasn't "feeling me", he told the boys, being his men that they could have their fun with me because he didn't have need for me.
I mean had he asked me, I would have suggested letting me go.
I've never realized how tough I really am until this past few days, I also never realized how deeply I hated my parents, how much I hated my mother for not staying and fighting for us, how much I hated my father for being so weak to allow his losing his job to drown him like this, I hated them so much.
I just couldn't get over the emotions.
I lifted my shirt to feel the bruising on my stomach which felt like it had been raked over, hot tears filled my eyes as the flashes of what happened filled my mind.
**FLASHBACK**
After the Boss was done molesting me, he called out for his guard to come and get me.
The man dragged me by the hair out of that room and as soon as we were out he threw me over his shoulder and took me to another room, much smaller than than the torture chamber I just came from, he threw me on the bed and left.
A lonely tear escaped my eye, and I hugged my body tightly bringing my knees to my chest, my mind completely empty as the only thing I felt was hurt, I was hurt, I was hurting so bad I felt like screaming, Screaming my lungs out till it all went away.
I could still feel his body hovering over mine, his right grip on my hands, his sweaty body collapsed over mine.
"My little bitch!" I couldn't get those words out of my head.
I let the tears fall freely, clutching my body tightly to myself, as if it would undo everything that just happened, as if I would be free from this hell, as if all this tears would bring back my dignity, I cried so hard I didn't realize when I fell asleep, I don't remember crying this much, not even the day my mother left, I probably would have cried if she'd died, but she's not dead, she is somewhere out there having the time of her life and for that I hated her passionately.
I was broken.
I woke to a splash of cold water being poured over my naked body, I got up sucking in air like a drowning person, my body shivering from the sudden change in temperature that my body felt.
"Pathetic." the lady commented as she threw clothes at me.
"What do we do with her?" The lady asked looking back at the guard who still had mixed emotions in his eyes.
"I don't know, Boss said he was done with her, so I guess the basement."
"Get dressed sweetheart I need to clean this room" the lady said in an annoyed tone while the man barely maintained eye contact.
I quickly threw the shirt over my head getting up to pull the shorts.
I felt so ashamed of the situation I was in, I felt abandoned but more that anything I was embarrassed.
I hope they shoot me dead so I don't have to relieve all this trauma for the rest of my life.
I stood on my feet and was immediately yanked away by the guard.
"What happens in the basement? Is that where you kill me?" I asked the man who didn't say anything
"I hope you make it quick, I can't live through all this pain." I say more to myself than him
"Why would he pay so much only to throw me in the basement?"
"Boss doesn't like losing to anyone. " the guy finally spoke
So he just bought me because he didn't want anyone in that room to have a bid higher than his, it was all for his Ego, now he didn't even know what to do with me, son of a bitch!!! Couldn't he have thrown me in the basement the moment I got here instead of violating me like that, invading my body, taking bits of my soul, lord I don't know how but if I make it out of here I'm going to kill that man with my bare hands, I imagined wrapping my hands around his neck, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head while he struggled for air begging for his miserable life like I begged for my dignity.
A few weeks ago I never would have haboured such thoughts, I only dreamt about college and how good it would feel starting over in a place where no one knew me, but then again, a few weeks ago I wasn't sold off like a bag of potatoes and I didn't have a crazy man pumping his fingers mercilessly in and out of me like he was stuffing turkey for Thanksgiving.
The more I thought about this situation the less embarrassed I felt, the less vulnerable I felt, the less fragile I felt, the more I thought about it, only one emotion circulated through me, Rage, rage towards the whole situation, Rage towards my coward of a mother. Rage towards my weakling of a father, Rage towards that useless fuvker who tried raping me back in that office, Rage towards all those bastards who placed bets on me like I was a game, Rage towards that limp dick mother fucker who did his best to break me and most of all rage towards myself for not being strong enough.
"Hey Oscar!"
A guy called after us
Oscar? I would have thought he had a more dangerous name.
"Oscar come on wait up" the guy ran after us as Oscar tightened his grip on me prompting me to walk faster.
"What the hell man!" The guy said reaching us.
"What do you want Mike?" Oscar asked rolling his eyes
"The guys and me are going quad biking, we were hoping she could join"
"No!" Oscar said as he continued walking pulling me along.
"Come on man, we all heard the Boss was done with her, unless you want to keep her to yourself." He said menacingly
"She needs to rest."
"What for? So you can have your fun with her later?" Before I could comprehend what was happening, Oscar had Mike pinned to the wall.
"Don't you fucking disrespect me like that." He threatened lowly the veins at his temples popping.
"Easy man I'm just here for the girl." He had a confusing look in his eyes, before letting Mike go.
Hesitantly, he handed me over to him, and the guy smiled excited.
I walked quietly and watched as Oscar followed behind with an apologetic somewhat mixed with anger look on his face.
Whatever was going to happen must not be good.
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