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It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.Her hands are above her head, tied up with some ropes. Not hard enough for her not to be able to take them of, but she can't. She can't.It's likely the worst pain she had ever felt. It would feel less painful, she realizes, if she managed to relax, just a bit. But she's way too paralyzed with terror to even attempt it, so she just sobs in pain.The guy inside her now is loud, moaning and making some short, lewd comments she can barely register."Fuuuck, she's so tight, holy shit."One of the other two laughs at that and says something in response, but she's too focused on not choking to death on her cries to really understand it.The sounds he's making make her skin crawl. It feels disgusting, so obscene in the worst way imaginable. The other two are watching them, probably enjoying the show.The guy pushes deeper and hits something inside her guts, and she howls with pain. Somehow this is even worse. She feels like throwing up, but it's like there's nothing in her stomach, not even acid. Her voice sounds raw from the screams.This seems to confuse them for a moment. He stops and looks at her."You alright?"She's trembling too much to even process his question."Maybe go easier on her, dude. I want her not passed out, you know.""Yeah, I guess."He goes back to fucking her, and she goes back to sobbing and trying to convince her brain to just turn off. She feels him come, warm and slimy inside her, and then get off of her, saying something.The few seconds after that is an unexpected break from pain, and it surprises her so much, she even manages to wonder if maybe it's over. But no, of course it's not.The second pair of hands squizes her breast and makes her choke, lose all the air from her lungs. Someone is saying something. Or maybe it's her, somehow. She doesn't know.The guy looks at her and laughs nervously."Sorry for, uhhh, that. I mean, him. I'll try to be more gentle, I promise."She doesn't know if he tries or not, but he doesn't go as fast as the first one. Or maybe it's because her body is turning off. Her legs feel kind of numb, and maybe she finally relaxed, somehow. She's not sure. It's not like she can think right now. It's still too hard to breath.Her sobs are more air than tears now, she notices. It still hurts, it's still disgusting. Maybe she just used up all the water. She feels like throwing up again and chokes, and the guy slows a little, watching her.He takes less time than the first one. Or maybe not. Her thighs are wet and slimy. She keeps her eyes closed, as he gets up, the moment of peace unbearable with its implications. It's shorter now, maybe. Someone is saying something."C'mon, don't fall asleep now. Look at me."She listens, for some reason. She forces her eyes open, and the light from the lamp above her splits into tiny colors and shapes in her tears, before she blinks. The guy sees it and smiles, and then kisses her.She jerks up and screams, the sound muffled by his mouth on her. She's crying again, now. His tongue is warm, feeling like a worm inside her, as he pushes it deep and licks her on the inside. She wants to bite him, she wants to, but she can't, she can't, she can't.He puts his hands on her and moves them, around her neck and between her legs. Then, he shoves some fingers in and twists them, making her cry out again. Its like she can still feel the two guys before him.The kiss lasts long, there's not enough air for her and her head spins by the time he stops. He takes his fingers out and gets in so fast, she barely registers it. She wants to stop crying, again running out of tears, and she shuts her eyes, but he puts his hand oh her neck again and squizes this time."Keep fuckin' looking at me."His voice is dark and makes her eyes snap open involuntarily. She stares at the ceiling and the light, and tries to focus on breathing and not the pain. This is the third guy. There were three of them. So maybe that's it, she just has to survive till the end, and they'll leave her alone.There's a loud thud on the metal doors and the guy stills, all three of them turning their heads around. She loses her breath for a second."Guys, can you like, hurry up with that? I mean, you know I'm not really supposed to let anyone in there, right? And like, I don't want any problems or anything."One of the two standing sighs loudly."Yeah, just few minutes and well finished, thanks!""Okay! Cause like, I was supposed to go on a break. And I think one of you was supposed to change me?""Sure, just a moment, please!"The other laughs at that, the one inside her gets back to stabbing her guts, and she gets back to sobbing from pain.She's not sure how long it takes, maybe a few minutes like they said, maybe an hour, but at some point he finishes, and they leave, and she's laying alone in the room, on a dirty mattress, hands still tied loosely with a rope. She stares at the light. She feels slimy and disgusting, and does not want to look at herself, so she just stays in this one position and doesn't move. The air is getting cold on her skin, and she starts to shiver.She's not sure how long she lays there. But at some point, there's a movement outside the door, and the room goes from bright to dark. It blinds her for a moment, and she can see absolutely nothing even after adjusting her eyes, but at least it wakes her up. She tries to slowly move. Her legs hurt, and she can feel how everything's dried up by now. She's glad she can't see how much blood there is.She tries moving, and gets her stiff hands to life again. It takes her some time to untie the rope, but she does, and slowly sits up.She's not sure where her clothes are, so she tries to feel them on the ground, but her fingers find something else. It takes a moment to recognize what it is.The bottle smells of alcohol, but its empty. One of the men had to leave it behind. The glass is cold and smooth under her touch.The rope is still on her mattress. She reaches for it and holds it, trying to think.She has a bottle. She has a rope.She's not sure what or how, not exactly, but. There has been a lot of places she had to run away from already. That's kind of her whole deal.She feels the rope in her hand and looks in the direction of the door.She's not sure what to do. Or if she'll manage to do it. But she has a bottle and a rope now. And maybe they don't remember that.Maybe there's a chance, somehow. Maybe she can.And if yes, then the next person to try to enter this room is going to end up dead.