TortureThis story was extremely recent, so I'm going to do the best that I can to share this story in its entirety.
Four years ago, when I was nine, my school was invaded. We had the normal lockdown procedures, but I was headed to the restroom when they sounded the alarm. Terrified, I locked myself in a stall and huddled there for hours. Then, I knew this wasn't a drill. A guy came in to the restroom and started talking. He peaked under the stall and saw me. Yanking me out by the hair, he started cussing at me. Then, he pressed a gun to my back.
"You keep quiet and walk out willingly, or you're dead," he growled.
I nodded, scared, and started to walk down the hall. Soon, we arrived at his car. He shoved me in the trunk and drove off. I cried and cried and cried. After a few hours, he stopped the car and it was in the middle of nowhere. He bound me, and then I started screaming.
"You little *****!" he whispered and punched me in the gut.
I couldn't breathe, and he gagged me. He threw me over his shoulder and began walking. After about thirty minutes, he put me down. Then, he unbound and ungagged me. He told me to undress, and I said no. He said he would give me one more chance before he punished me. I still refused. Then, he ripped my clothes off. He raped me there. I screamed and begged and pleaded that he wouldn't hurt me, but that just made him go harder.
Later, he bound me up again, leaving my clothes off, and took me back. This time, there was a van and the car was nowhere in sight. He put me in the back, where a gang of five men was waiting. He drove off, and they "played" with me. Licking, kissing, spanking, everything. They beat me. It was just horrible.
Finally, we pulled up to a group of apartments. Somehow, they got me inside without anyone noticing. The apartment they went to would be a living hell for me. Each day, I was raped, beaten, starved, and tortured. I was fed about once a week and most of my time was spent in bed. After they had their fun each day, they would find a new way to torture me (usually sexually). This went on for a long time. I was even sort of a prostitute. Their apartment became some sick ***** club, as more and more girls were brought in. I wanted to talk to them, but if I did, I'd be killed.
After four years (3 days ago) I was freed by policemen that were checking the house for drugs.
MondaytoSunday 13-15, F 11 Responses 1 Apr 5, 2011