Saving the Princess

Chapter 2

I awoke on the floor, bound. I focus my eyes and note that it appears I am on a boat. There are 4 other people tied up with me. One appears to be a man in his mid thirties in a camouflaged uniform. There is a younger man in blue jeans and tee-shirt with the typical military hair cut.  Two young girls probably in their late teen early twenties are also there. They are dressed as if they were out clubbing. I shift my body trying to see how much movement I have. The ropes are tight and I seem to be tied to the wall as well. I did not know how long I was out. The small bit of light coming in from the high windows let me know it was day. The rocking of the boat and the drugs still in my system was going to make me sick. It took all my concentration to focus on not throwing up. I hear footsteps on the stairs coming down and I shut my eyes and act as if I am still passed out. The footsteps pace around the room and stop at each of the victims. I tried to breathe normally when they stopped at me. After what seemed like forever they left the room. I hear a foreign accent I could not place yell up the stairs, “They are all out.” A man answers in another language and the door slams closed. I slowly open my eyes and see it was just us.  

The boat rocked and the thin light shows that we are sailing for two more days. As I watch each of the victims open there eyes and I see the same look of confusion, shock, and then horror at the relations of what had happen cross all of their faces. The young girls woke up first. Their screams and tears pull my heart out. They want their mothers and I try to comfort them. Shushing them and easing their fears as much as possible. The younger man woke up next. He spent the next few hours trying to free himself from the ropes. He never shows any emotion only determination to free himself. The oldest man woke up last. He too attempts to free himself. When that did not work he began asking questions from everyone. By the second day everyone fell into a solemn silence. The only thing you could hear was the whisper of a prayer, as everyone tried to keep hope alive.

On the third day the abductor came back down they kick the men and caress the women. Finally the one of the men pulls five needles from a pouch. They injected each of the victims. I struggle to stay awake. The drug moves slowly from my hip where I got the shot and flows through my body with the promise of blackness. When it reached my eyes I shake my head trying to clear my mind. The world began to narrow and then fuss in a slow grayness. Then there was nothing but blackness.

The cage I am in is less of a cage and more a large box made out of bars. I can barely move and only lay in the fetal position. My rar wrist and ankles ache from the ropes that held me to the wall of the boat. I shift around to look around the room. I can see the other victims all in similar cages. The room was muggy hot. The sweat stuck to my skin and my clothes are soggy. My shoes are gone. I look around the room and saw all the shoes lined up against the wall. The room was black with only a small light bulb giving any light. The ground was dirt and the walls are rough concrete crumbling along the edges. There are a few wood steps leading up to a large door. We all lay in our curled up positions for hours and then they came.

They walked along the cages examining us as if we are livestock. One of them stops at one of the young girls and starts poking and laughing. I know what they are thinking, felt there lust well up. It filled the room. I wiggle to face them and start yelling and rattling my cage. The older male victim starts telling me to stop. But I knew if I am going to save that girl from being raped at least for now I need to get their attention to me. It works the men gather around me laugh and poke at my cage. They opened it up and pull me from it by my hair. I struggle and fight they grip. I try to scratch out there eyes, pull at their arms, anything. The one holding my hair slam me against the wall and yank my pants down to my ankle. He still pulls my hair back till it felt like my neck will break. I wish it would. He rapes me in front of everyone and laughs about it. Another man pulls at my arm when he is done and I figure he is going to rape me next. Instead he pulls my pant up and yanks me up the stairs and out the door. In the other room, it was completely concrete with a metal door on the opposite side of the room. One of the men pulls a rope off the table along one of the wall and loops it around my arms. He threw it up along a hook and hoists me up. The man who raped me laughs and picks up a whip. He proceeds to whip my back and speaking another language as if I am his lover and not his victim. I raise my head and see they are filming the whole affair. 

I wake up later sore and bleeding. The older male victim asks, “Are you crazy, they could have killed you.” 

I muffle the tears that were burning my eyes and speak steady and clear, “I wish they would have.” 

“Are you okay?”

I shake my head and look around the room and notice one of the girls are gone, “They took her?”

“You only delayed it.”

I am shaking and feel all of my hope slowly leave my body. The other girl is sobbing knowing her time will come soon. The young man is kicking the cage looking for a weakness. The door swings open and they pull the sobbing girl from the room and threw her back into her cage. At least she is not beaten. They then pull the young man from his cage and proceed to beat him until he laid crumple on the floor. They then pull him into the other room. I can guess the whip will be use again.

Days turned into weeks and I begin to believe no one was coming for us. After the first few days they would only pull one person a day into a room to do something humiliating to us or we are beaten. They mainly told me to strip and when I did not comply they would tie me up, whip, beat and then rape me. When I did do as they asked, they would just rape me. I did not know which was worst the beating or the rape. The beatings killed my body, the rape killed my soul. I look over at the older man he is barely breathing. His beatings are hard on him. I figure they want information from him. He barely moves. I whisper to him and he just let out a small moan. Tears fill my eyes; he will not last much longer. I actually envy him; he will find relief soon, unlike me. I close my eyes and think of home, my parents, my family and friends. I see my small apartment with the evil black cat skulking around. I hope someone was taking care of him and he had not scratched the living out of them. The image of the apartment fill my mind and I drift off to the only sanctuary left to me.