Captured By The Enemy Gamma (Overpowered Series)

"Please, don't do this!" I screamed, my voice cracking with fear as I struggled against the man attempting to restrain me with handcuffs.

"You'll pay for your father's betrayal," he sneered, his grip tightening around my wrists as he secured them to the bed.

"Let me go!" I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice as I thrashed against the restraints, but his hold remained unyielding.

"Everyone, leave," he commanded with a snap of his fingers, and the room emptied, leaving me alone with my captor. I strained to catch a glimpse of the person approaching me, my heart pounding with dread at what was to come.

(Before the Incident)

My evening had started innocently enough, just hanging out with my best friend Brenda as we often did. We ended up at a club, where I indulged in one too many drinks, losing myself in the music and the buzz of alcohol.

Brenda cheered me on as I danced, her encouragement fueling my uninhibited movements. But as the night wore on, the effects of the alcohol began to overwhelm me, and I stumbled towards the bathroom.

After easing myself, I went towards the mirror to rinse my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror, laughing and admiring myself.

“You look beautiful, damsel,” I laughed again, talking to myself in the mirror. I was startled to see someone standing behind me. I tried not to move my body and immediately rinsed my face.

“I'm dreaming, right?” I stepped away from the running water, looking at the mirror again, and a huge guy stood there.

After composing myself in front of the mirror, I was surprised to find the large man still standing behind me. 

I turned to him aggressively.

He could see I was drunk, he stood still and didn't utter a word at all. “Come on, leave, get out!” I yelled at him.

“Don't you see the symbol?” I hit his chest, talking tipsy, ready to fight.

Despite my inebriation, I instinctively bristled at his presence, warning him to leave. But before I could react further, he subdued me with a cloth soaked in a potent substance, rendering me helpless.

The next thing I knew, I was being ushered into a room, my senses dulled and my vision blurred.

(Back to the Incident)

A masked figure approached me, his menacing presence sending a shiver down my spine. He took off his shirt, exposing his abs and attractive muscles. I was still pleading for mercy when he went towards a desk, bringing out a whip, his intention clear as he began to strike me mercilessly.

"This is for your father's betrayal," he taunted, each lash stinging like fire against my skin. I struggled fruitlessly against the onslaught, the pain overwhelming.

Look at me, go and ask your father what deal he made,” he added more lashes all over my body.

He descended on me like a demon and started the action with me, slapping me, giving me all sorts of pains.

He ripped off my cloth, making me lay naked, I screamed out in pain.

“Let go of me,” he spat on my face, slapping me.

“No one goes out of a deal,” he blew something on my face, and I was finally tipsy and drugged at that moment.

Suddenly, a call came on his phone, he grabbed it walking away from me.

At that moment I tried my best to release myself but everything was abortive, then the door flared open. This time around it was another figure that appeared.

A very drunk guy walked inside the room, coming towards me, he was enticed by my body taking off his clothes, and coming towards me.

I tried to butt his shoulder, then I sighted an ugly birthmark on his body, which irritated me.

I couldn't control myself anymore due to the fact I was drugged; all I knew was that I was knocked out.

He then forced himself upon me, assaulting me in ways too horrific to recount. My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as he violated me with cruel abandon, leaving me broken and defenseless. In my vulnerable state, I could do little to resist as he took advantage of my plight, adding to the nightmare that had become my reality.

*****

As I slowly regained consciousness, the rhythmic beeping of the hospital machines pierced through the fog of my mind. Blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights, I surveyed the sterile surroundings, my senses slowly coming back to life. The arrival of the doctor, a file in hand, confirmed my suspicions, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety at the unknown.

"You're awake," he greeted me with a gentle smile, his voice a soothing balm amidst the clinical atmosphere.

"Yes, I am. What's going on?" I inquired, my voice tinged with uncertainty as I removed the syringe from my hand, its presence a stark reminder of my current predicament.

"We need to confirm a few things, but it seems you'll be discharged today. Are you experiencing any pain in your leg?" he asked, his tone reassuring as he checked my vital signs.

“My... leg?” I echoed, puzzled by his question, my mind racing to fill in the gaps in my memory.

“You were brought here unconscious by some passersby who found you on the roadside,” he explained, prompting a rush of memories to flood back, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place.

The horrific events of the previous day came rushing back to me in vivid detail, each recollection sending a shiver down my spine. Determined to leave this place and confront the truth, I attempted to rise from the bed, only to wince in pain as I tested my injured leg.

“I need to see my father,” I declared urgently, my heart pounding with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

“Please, you need to calm down and focus on your recovery,” the doctor urged, his voice gentle but firm as he attempted to assuage my fears.

“Our nurse will come and give you your final medication,” he added, before excusing himself and leaving me alone with my tumultuous thoughts.

“I wonder where Brenda is,” I muttered to myself, longing for the comforting presence of my friend in this moment of uncertainty.

Just then, the door swung open, and Brenda stepped into the room, her expression a mix of concern and relief as she approached my bedside.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with genuine worry as she took in my condition.

“I'm... I'm not sure,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to process everything that had transpired.

“Here, I cooked for you,” Brenda offered, producing a flask from her bag, a gesture of comfort in the midst of chaos.

“I can't,” I replied, my appetite nonexistent in the face of overwhelming uncertainty.

“What's going on?” she pressed, her concern deepening as she sensed my distress.

“There's... there's a lot happening. I'm worried about my dad. Do you have my phone?” I asked, desperation creeping into my voice as I searched for a lifeline to the outside world.

“No, I'm sorry. I couldn't find it. I just followed the ambulance here,” Brenda replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

“I need to leave this place,” I insisted, my mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions.

“Okay, okay. Let's just calm down, finish your treatment, and then we can figure out our next steps,” Brenda suggested, her voice a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty.

Nodding in reluctant agreement, I accepted the flask of food she offered, finding solace in her unwavering support amidst the chaos.

A few minutes later, the nurse arrived with medication in hand, her reassuring smile offering a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that gripped me. As she administered the final dose, I braced my

self for the journey ahead, knowing that whatever lay in store, Brenda would be by my side every step of the way.