I fell down on the ground and he pounced on me. Already weakened by the warders, I couldn't do much of a deal to him and I hated myself for not being able to kill him at once! He threw a punch at me and I shifted my face, that was when I realised that I could fight back. I kicked him off with the dregs of my strength and he hit his body hard on a bench. He became angrier, just like me who had the chance to stand up, for a real fight. "Hmm!" He growled, feeling disappointed at himself and offended. Whatever he was and whatever respect he had, he had just lost it by having me kick his ass, though I looked strong on the outside, if anyone would have seen my inside, they would bet with their life that I was only an imitation of Camila Lipa. But the pain and the bleeding had ceased and I was up again like nothing happened. The fella must had been intimidated by my strength. But inside, I wailed, I was all on my own, against all of them, potentially, and no matter how strong I prove to be, the upper hand wasn't with me, and good fate had no business with me, it sided with them still, for they were my undefeated enemies; I was outnumbered and I cringed at the thought of it. He rushed at me and I dodged in a heartbeat, surprised by my own reflexes, it seemed like I hadn't been introduced to the better, stronger part of me yet. With a hit he missed, I put my foot for him to trip on, and he fell flat on his face. He groaned and shook, refusing to give up to a woman, his ego was heavily getting kicked. He glanced at everyone's surprised face. "Yeah, that's right mother fucker, you just got your ass kicked by a woman and you and everyone is ashamed of you, you should be too if you don't get the fuck out of here!" He growled, threw a look around and rested his eyes on a knife which his hand yielded immediately. "Shit…" I muttered, fear stricken. "Those objects are forbidden, no one can use that…" I started taking some steps back as he advanced. I glanced at the wardens who stood aside and they did Nothing, evening when I called out to them. "Someone's with a dangerous weapon in here!" He advanced at me like an angry and hungry tiger. "Damn this shit, I can't die" I stood for him to come so that I could charge at him, ready to be stabbed, there he rushed at me, and before I could know what was happening, my stomach received a stab from a sharp knife. I gasped, tottered backwards, held my hands to my stomach, blood was just gushing out. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, I couldn't believe that it was the day and how I died. I wanted to tell him that he stabbed me for real but the strength to talk was far from reach. I fell on the floor, no one was moving, they were enjoying the show that just got messy. He wouldn't leave me alone still, he wanted to stab me till I die on him, I could see it in his eyes. He growled and motioned to stab down on me, but someone pushed him away. If I had the option to choose, I would rather he continued beating me than the new guy, he was muscular, heavy, looked awful and deadly with weird tattoos drawn all over his body. "She's mine" he had a calm, and baritone authoritarian voice. At first I thought he was my savior and I spared a few seconds of my breath for freedom, not until he said my name. "Camila Lipa…" he said with a smile. Oh boy, I was doomed. If he knew me it only meant that I was the one who put him in his current mess and forgot to kill him. "You haven't introduced yourself to the Mandem, should I do it for you?" I sighed, kept my eyes on him like he was blabbing. "This woman here…" he raised his voice. "Put half of my men in jail, half of them in grave, and the other half, well, I'm the other half. It's funny isn't it? How life gives us chances to settle our scores…" I stood up with my hands fixed down to my stomach. "If you believe that it's funny, then it definitely is, haha. I will leave you to it then" I giggled and motioned to walk away, but I was swept off from the ground and dashed onto a table full of trays. "When I talk, you don't talk, and you don't move unless I say so, do you understand?" I tried to catch my breath first but I couldn't stop the turbulent beating of my heart. "Oh come on, give me a break" He hit his hand on the table. "Do you understand me?" "Yeah, yes, yes of course. You're practically on top of me, can you give my boobs some space at least?" Which at the end of the sentence had me giggling again. He fixed his eyes on my boobs and smiled. "On the contrary…" "Oh no…" my eyes widened to the awful realization… he immediately stripped my trouser off and I was left in my panties. The men gasped. And I struggled to get him off me, but he had his whole body on me. "Shit!" I kicked repeatedly but to useless outcomes. "Stop! Please stop…" "Yeah right, beg me, because I will continue doing this to you, and trust me I don't ever get tired!"... His breathing turned into a growl, a hungry growl, and he zipped down his trouser. I cowered like a little bitch. "Somebody help me!" I cried out, but he wrapped his around my mouth and it went to muffled screams. "Just shut up! Shut up bitch, no one's coming to save you, and just fucking stop being a bitch! I will be done in no time, I promise!" He laughed with hunger in his eyes. "Hey!" The prison guards advanced. "She's not yours" "Says who?" He asked them angrily. "You know who" "She's mine today. Tell him that" looked back at me and they brought out their batons and guns. "Back down, Lacasa" they commanded. "Fine" he pulled off me and zipped up. I let out a deep sigh and my mind raced at the various pictures of becoming a sex slave, again, a whole me, getting raped, it was getting worst than I thought it would be. "Just today, I will have you, I must" he said to me and walked away. "Take her to the doctor" their commander said, and they walked me out of the hall while the other guy looked at me like I was a ghost. **** "Well are you going to talk or not? I could do with some rest now" I said to the doctor who had decided to decorate the moment with an awful silence. He sat on his chair and stared at me. "Umm, they said that you were stabbed?" "Yes, that son of a bitch actually stabbed me, eish" "But, you're okay now? Aren't you?" "You should ask your mother if she would be okay when a man tried to kill her and the same time, another tried to rape her, silly!" I stood up and barged away. I had left the doctor in awe and I didn't even realize that, until I was pushed against the wall beside my cell room. "Came to kill me again?" "What type of drugs are you on?" He asked with tension.. "Wha-what do you mean drugs? I don't do drugs. Leave me the fuck alone!" "Not until you tell me where and how to get mine" "The fuck is wrong with you man? You just stabbed me a few hours ago, and here you are talking about drugs, you must be a fucking retard!" "Don't fucking yell at me, just tell me what I need to know! I stabbed you, you should be dead, or even bleeding, but it doesn't even feel like you were beaten or stabbed today, what type of drug is that huh?" "And I said, get your stinking self off me!" I pushed him off with force and he tumbled over the iron rails at the front of the cell rooms and fell to the hall. "Yeah that serves you right" I said once I saw his condition from the upstair. I went back to my room with a smile, like nothing happened, getting ready for another round of torture the next day.
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