Dark room. Rattling of chains could be heard every time she moved. A tiny speck of light coming from only one window. Certain she was on a ship after getting knocked out, all track of time has been lost. She could not see anyone, but could hear screams of dozen or so women. She begun do despair. To cry. But had to be strong, she still had to find him. Save him.
Steps could be heard coming nearer. Her door were open with no noise and in came two men. Both of them were bare chested and rippled with muscles. She was suddenly scared.
*What are they going to do?* She thought.
They had hideous smiles as if they only knew the fate that awaited her beyond that door. Carrying her over the doorstep and out in the lit corridors. Closing her eyes at the bright light she fought to paint a clear picture that was slowly forming in front of her. But the men moved too quickly for her to gather any helpful information about the situation of her surroundings. She could just barely hear them.
"She will be fun to watch brother." One man said
"I agree maybe we'll get a turn with her, how long has it been since we broke that whore back in that station." The other said.
"Four days." He said sounding very pleased.
"It all depends on him." One grimly noted.
It was lost on her who was speaking since their very voices echoed through the corridor, again a voice started "Goddamn my tanks are full. I need a woman or I'll go crazy."
The other man cackled at the others misfortune, when he was done he said, "Brother you could always meditate. I hear it's effective."
She could feel something on her left side coming closer, wincing she felt a strange wet thing go across her face, "Kyahahahaha. I'm not meditating when you can feel plenty good with a real woman. I can't imagine going without fucking for long periods of time. This one will amuse us if we behave. You will be delicious. If I came a day later I'd fuck her right here."
Both men enjoyed seeing her squirm in anguish. As her eyes adjusted at the light she saw in front of her two devils. Red skinned devils.
Screaming her lungs out, she tried to run away, but their grip was too much for her to break from. Their laugh went on another level as they seemed to enjoy seeing her in such despair, wickedly wiggling their forked tongues. Menacing red horns that one of the men had chipped, both of these monsters looked incredibly devilish and she could not do anything but quake in fear. Their eyes were pure black pits of nothingness, as she was fighting their grip she saw just how muscled these two brutes really were, guiding her with ease through the corridors.
Arriving at a room they knocked twice, as she heard a muffled voice, "Enter!"
Dragged inside by her arms, she noticed that the room had repugnant stink in the air and noticed another person behind a wall of debris. Thinking for a second that it was just trash soon she noticed piles upon piles of flesh, discarded limbs of creatures unknown. She took another lungful of air to begin another round of screaming, but the man snapped his fingers and one of the men that carried her inside punched her heavily in her abdomen nullifying any attempts made to scream. He smiled as she convulsed on their arms. She tried to breathe but it was not possible. First she thought she would die from the pain, but now she was afraid, deathly afraid of suffocating.
"Very good job, this time you managed to bring one to me without breaking her. I appreciate that. Now leave us alone." He said briskly.
She was dropped on the ground like a discarded tissue. Nothing was making sense why were they doing this?
Noticing that two devils that exited the room looked one another while the man circled his table and came where she lied.
He gazed into her eyes and she could not see any trace of humanity, of the values she held close to her heart. His stare seemed almost alien even though he looked like human.
"I see you met my two Lor'Rans. You were lucky they did not bend you over and take you where they found you. If they do not meditate they can be a little...hard to handle if you catch my drift." To her growing horror he begun disrobing himself.
One article of clothing after the other dropped to the ground as he looked at her with a certain degree of curiosity. She could not avoid gazing at his dick. As he dropped his pants he revealed an unimpressive appendage that hung between his legs; was small but the man carried himself like he had a monster. It was almost silly. Trying not to laugh the man apparently saw her expression and started hitting and punching her, screaming obscenities at top of his lungs.
Not knowing what to do she tried to endure the pain and started counting the seconds. They turned into minutes and eventually the man stopped hitting and sat down on a nearby chair trying to get some air back into his lungs.
"Fucking whore. Last one that laughed I made sure she suffered." He spat.
He fumed for few minutes. Silent dread washed over her, gently rocking back in his chair he pressed something on his desk. She waited dreading of what would come through that door. Several minutes passed as the man continued hurling insults and obscenities at her, making sure she heard every one of them. A soft knock on the door interrupted his tirade.
"Come in." He said.
Doors opened and she stared in anxious anticipation. Horror was washed away and was replaced by curiosity as she saw a man in chains. "Stand here." The man barked.
Chained man almost ran to where the man pointed and stood, waiting. The angry man turned his head towards her and silently said, "Now look here."
