Chapter 10: Lena

Broken.

He managed to break me and he barely touched me. I'm lying on my side curled around the water jug, tears dripping steadily off my face and onto the concrete beneath me. I try to tell myself to get up, to move, to shift closer to the door where I can smash him with the jug next time he comes in. I do none of this. I'm paralyzed.

My first orgasm. Forced on me by an enemy. Shame and humiliation fight for the top position, along with terror. I had been prepared for violence, for rape. To be taken with no thoughts to my pleasure, my feelings. This… this is the ultimate mindfuck. With the cresting wave of my orgasm he released something else. A secret part of myself I hold onto so tight that no one is ever supposed to see. The woman that yearns, that wants things.

I can't want things. I'm a machine. Built to protect. This is how I survive. I bury that woman, the woman who wants more out of life, so deep that she'll never see the light. Somehow, with those few touches, his finger inside me, stroking things that shouldn't exist, he found that woman.

Shivers wrack my body. I can't stop them. I am genuinely cold, laying naked on the cement floor, but the tremors shuddering through my limbs are mostly from fear. Fear that he'll come back. That he'll touch me again, force a response from my body. The tears trickle faster. I can't stand it. I can't take his touch when it's not violent. Can't fight that kind of psychological war.

You got yours tonight, the next time it'll be my turn.

I remember his words. Hope they're true. That he'll just use me, fuck me, get it over with. Maybe even kill me after. Anything but the glow of hope he tried to ignite within me when he forced a response from my cold body.

Tired of drowning in my own thoughts I reach eagerly for the only escape I have, sleep. Still cradling the jug as though it's a lifeline, I allow my mind the freedom to escape a situation that I'll be trapped in until my death. I'm so exhausted I can feel sleep claiming me almost seconds after I close my eyes.

My dreams are murky. I'm looking for Manuel through a haze of smoke. I stumble through my dream world searching for my fallen master, knowing I'm too late. He's calling for me and I, his obedient bodyguard, answer the call, my voice an echo as I shout for him. Shots ring out and I know I'm too late. He's been murdered. I reach for my gun, determined to avenge him, but I'm naked. No weapons, no clothes, nothing. I start running and someone falls in behind me, chasing me. I run until my lungs burn and my limbs feel heavy. Exhaustion engulfs me and I collapse, hitting the hard ground in a crouch, my hands bracing me.

A hand touches my bare shoulder and I try to jerk around, but the fingers turn into claws, digging through my flesh, crushing the bones. I cry out as he turns me around, forcing me to face him. I already know who he is. Know his touch, his smell, everything about him. I've been filing away all the details from the moment I met this man. My master's son, my enemy. Luis.

His face is filled with hate, with vengeful fury. The beautiful Latino features are twisted in a terrible mask. He opens his mouth and I see sharp teeth, ready to tear me apart. I scream as he lowers his head, preparing to rip my throat out with his teeth. He wants me to die. He forces me down onto my back and sinks his teeth deep into the flesh of my neck. I can feel the blood trickling as he tears. He pushes my legs apart and falls on me. But instead of pain I feel a sharp rise of anticipation, overwhelming need. I reach up and crush him to me and he tears into my body with teeth and cock.

"Lena." His voice sounds hazy, disembodied.

"Luis," I whisper, my voice fading with the loss of blood. I can barely hang on, feel myself being pulled from my dream.

"Lena." His voice is sharper, angrier.