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I fell down the cold basement floor with a grunt. I had no fight left in me anymore. After being used, again and again, I was deemed damaged goods. They could no longer profit me for my body. I tried to get up, pain shooting up from every corner of my body. I felt a hard blow against my ribs, any sound failed to escape my throat. I was tired, and after days of getting beaten and raped, I lost my voice.

"I thought I could sell you for a few more months, or maybe rent you out for a couple of months to one of my partners. Too bad you're all used up. My men don't even want to use you anymore." He said, with no emotion in his voice as he tapped his shoe against my forehead.

" I could just kill you, you know," he continued. "But where's the fun in that." He says as he delivered a rough kick to my stomach. I could barely grunt in response.

"Get him out. Leave him on the streets to rot. Let the vultures peck him to death or whatever." He says as he walks out.

"Oh," he adds, turning to face me with an evil grin spreading across his face. "Take pictures of him, and leave him with no clothes on," he says to his men.

Two of them harshly grabs me by the arms and forced me to my feet. I let out a harsh cry as I felt their nails digging into my bruised skin.

"Come on princess, we had our fun! Don't act like you haven't enjoyed what we did to you." One of the goons said.

"We're gonna miss that voice, begging us to stop!" The other one added.

Both of them roared in laughter as they dragged me out of the cell and up the stairs. I was finally free from this hell hole. I was gonna die, but at least I'm not gonna die in their hands.

We reached outside the manor and they roughly pushed inside the trunk of the car. I didn't protest, I was used to this. At least this will be the last time.

They slammed the trunk closed as I let a few tears run down my face. I was finally getting peace. I no longer need to fear another man trying to force their way with me. I may die on the streets due to my injuries and starvation, but at least I'll die in peace.

The car roared to life as we pulled away from the manor. I took deep breaths as I try to relax and listened to the sound of the engine as we drove off. I hadn't even realized that the car stopped if it wasn't for me being dragged out of the trunk.

"Wake up princess! This is where we part ways!" He said enthusiastically as he threw me against the wall.

I looked around and they left me in some alley lined with garbage binds with trash littered all over. One of the men pulled out a knife and ripped all the clothing off of my body.

" Any last words princess?" He says leering down at me as I lay against the wall.

"Fuck you." I managed to croak out. It felt like I was swallowing sandpaper.

"You've always been a feisty one." He says as he drags the knife against my thigh.

I pursed my lips to prevent any sound from coming from my mouth as I swallowed the pain. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of seeing me in agony. He scowled and got up to leave, but not before stepping on my leg forcefully until I heard a loud crack. I stifled my voice and endured the pain. I refused to scream or move, or give any indication that I am in pain.

He scoffed took some pictures with his phone and motioned for the other guy to follow him. They both got in the car and left, leaving me at last. I let my body fall on the floor as I close my eyes, letting the fatigue wash over me. This was it, this was my goodbye.