The car drove in the direction of her home, Amahle sighed with relief, she listened to the three women talking.
" You don’t mind if we take a detour do you?" The driver asked, Amahle minded but she couldn’t say that after they helped her.
" No it’s fine." She answered and the car took a turn heading towards the outskirts of the town.
Amahle had never been to these parts, she knew of them and everything she’s heard about them was bad.
The car stopped in front of an old building and two men came out. She clutched her purse nervously.
The driver lowered the window and smiled at one of the men. He leaned in and kissed her lips.
" You got the goods!" He asked softly but Amahle heard him, her heart started beating rapidly.
’ They wouldn’t hurt me would they? After all we’re all women, surely they wouldn’t do something like that.’
She tried to convince herself so she wouldn’t pee herself from fear. The driver nodded with a smile.
" You know it, I never disappoint." She answered.
Unfortunately Amahle’s fears became real, the door on her side was opened roughly and a man grabbed her.
" No let me go, let me go!" She shouted and hit him with her purse but it was as if he felt nothing from her attacks.
The woman sitting next to her kicked her out, she was thrown out the car and before she could get up two men grabbed her.
There was no way she could get out of the grip of two men, they dragged her towards the old building.
On the side of the building were other women, they looked out of it as if they were under the influence of drugs.
Based on in the way they were dressed which barely hid their private parts, it was obvious what these women were.
Amahle started shivering, she knew this was the fate that awaited her, she started crying and screaming for help but nobody was there to rescue her.
She was drugged and put to sleep, " Mother." She whispered as she lost consciousness.
When she woke up she found herself bound to a bed, she looked around and noticed the room was clean and well decorated.
It was lit with red light and the bed beneath her was soft and covered in red. There were candles on either side of the bed.
Had she not been forced to be here, this would’ve been a very romantic setting but Amahle knew what was coming.
She was not a virgin, in fact she’s had sex with quite a few men but that did not make the situation any less terrifying.
However she had underestimated how bad it would be. She had expected some fat rich bastard who can’t get women and kidnaps them instead.
However rows of tall muscular men entered the room, she counted 15 of them, 15 men surrounding her bed.
Her legs started shivering and she struggled to yank herself off the handcuffed cuffing her to the bedframe.
They got closer, their things got hard making her despair. " Please, please don’t do this I beg you." She cried.
They said nothing and climbed into the bed, what followed were hours of them having their way with her.
When they were done she had already lost hope and no longer resisted, the only thought in her mind was death.
Unfortunately they couldn’t even allow her to die. Another man came in after the 15 men left.
He was dressed in a suit but Amahle didn’t care, all she felt when looking at him was hatred.
She recognised this man, he was the one who talked to that driver when they kidnapped her.
" Now that your training is over, it’s time you go to your master."
Amahle didn’t respond, she had no strength to anymore nor did she care for anything, the only thing she was worried about was her mother.
She kept wondering what happened to her mother. They took her and transported her somewhere.
This time, she really was delivered to a fat rich bastard but she was not alone. There were other women with her.
Amahle and those women were locked in cages in a dark basement, the man forced them to call him master.
Every day he would take one of them to have his way with. This lasted for nearly a month.
Some of the women started buttering up to him in hopes that he might treat them better but she was not that foolish.
She knew monsters when she saw them and this man was the worst of them. After a month things changed.
One girl was taken, they all expected her to be brought back by morning, that’s what he always did, how it always is.
However he came back alone and took another one of them, Amahle sighed for she had an idea what had happened to that girl.
The other girls weren’t stupid either, they knew what had happened and this terrified them.
Amahle included, for some unknown reason they all still held hope that maybe somebody might come along and help them.
That police would burst through that door and take them home but that hope was dwindling rapidly.
This continued for days, each girl he took never returned, the fear between the girls grew with each passing day.
Until eventually it was finally her turn, she was dragged upstairs but not to his room like always.
She was dragged into another room, it was closer to a vault than a room and there was a bed there.
" No no no, please no." She struggled and tried to run but she was much too weak compared to the people holding her.
In that room besides the bed there was a table with different torture devices placed neatly on the table.
She had expected the girls to have died but even she had not pictured torture, this man was even more of a monster than she first thought.
She thrown into the bed and bound hands and legs with her legs wide open. What followed were hours of pure agony.
He would cut her with a knife laced with some substance that made the wound burn and while she screamed in agony.
He would have his way with her like some kind of twisted fetish of his, this lasted for hours until her body couldn’t handle the pain anymore and shut down.
Amahle kept wondering about her mother even to her last breath.
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Sane opened her eyes, they were as cold as an iceberg. She had memorised the faces of all the perpetrators in Amahle’s memories.
Sane knew she wasn’t living through this, that fate would be transmitted to her so she did the only thing she could.
She transmitted the images of the memories through pack call to her sire, it might take time to reach but eventually it would.
Her message was clear, " Please slaughter them all." Knowing her sire, none of them would survive.
She looked at the time, ’ It’s time.’ her 48 hours would end in two minutes, she had been engrossed in those memories for hours.
Three minutes passed, she felt blood and soreness in her private part, then blood spurted like fountains from all over her body.
Her vision blurred and she fell on the floor unmoving. Vincent stood over her body and shook his head.
" Foolish girl." He whispered and placed her neatly on the bed.