Bratva's Brat (Loftry University Playthings 2)

Chapter 13

Chelsea

The small,dingy cot isn't good for sleeping, but it's at least a space that's mine. No one has defiled me while in the safe space of my bed. Every day is the same routine: they shake me awake, drag me to the shower, then take me to a white room where they do unspeakable things to me while someone films. Even though they let me wash up again after I eat, I feel like I'll never be clean.

They keep giving me pills. I'm assuming they're supposed to keep me docile, but I have no idea. I hide them in my cheek then spit them out when I'm allowed to go to the bathroom. There's just a hint of haziness until I'm able to rid myself of them, making me think that acting like a zombie is the way to go. That's why when they're poking and prodding every orifice, I lay there and don't move, forcing myself to play dead when I'll I want to do is rip the balls off every one of them.

The only consolation is that I'm not alone. Granted, the girl I share a room with is more dead than alive. They have her hooked up to IVs and only check on her to wipe her down or change her bags. She's a pretty thing if decimated. She tosses and turns, her body writhing on the cot as if she's in the throes of a sexual nightmare. She never answers me back, but I talk to her every chance I can. I tell her about the university, about Master Grigori.

I tell her my hopes and fears, knowing she can't use them against me. She's the one I cry to when they drag me back to the room, barely able to stand. Turning to my side, I draw my knees into my chest, making myself as small as possible. Time has no more meaning. I don't even know what day it is. The club feels like a blur, like a memory that's almost out of reach in my brain.

Pulling up the thin sheet, I huddle underneath, forcing my eyes closed. I keep an ear out for the door, knowing the moment it opens, I need to be lax. The sound of Jane Doe's machines eventually lull me to sleep, and my body relaxes, letting go of the momentary stress. In the darkness, with the sheet pulled over my head, I let silent tears fall.

"Please, Master," I whisper, under my breath, arms wrapped about my waist to hold my fragile body together. "Please come find me."