"That's right. Scream. Let me see you break, Little Slut!" The evil man yelled as he used a painful stick against my back, arms and legs.

Four years in this hell and I still knew no one's name. All I knew was that I was tortured and humiliated every single day.

They were trying to break me beyond the point of mending. I don't think they realized that they'd already done that.

I had my little bunny and blanket in the corner of my room so I could sleep there. But sleep didn't come easy. It took hours for me to even get a little wink, unless I was knocked out.

I was given food, but told not to eat it. So I was constantly hungry. They told me that I was already ugly enough, I didn't need to be fat too, and if I ate, I'd become fat. So when they saw little bits of my food missing, they'd beat me for it.

I was taught how to despise every little thing about myself. My appearance, my childish personality, my weakness, my voice, my entire existence. I was beaten into submission. I was taunted, humiliated.

They all saw me naked, but none of them dared to rape me. They were going to sell me as a sex slave or sell me somewhere to breed me. They needed me to be obedient and my virginity would make me more expensive as a slave. If I didn't sell as a slave, I'd be sent to a breeder. If air was sold as a slave, I'd likely be sterilized so that all I would be is a toy for my owner's pleasure.

"Ready for my friend?" The man said, letting his friend into my room.

The second man came in and immediately started beating me with his fists. They were beating me for whining during my last torture session when they pressed on my old bruises. I wasn't allowed to make any sound. I couldn't speak, speaking meant more pain.

I was stuck in this terrible place. I lost count of the years. I just wanted to get out of here, I wanted anything but this terrible place. Anything.

Four years of torture and submission training and a lifetime of other kinds of training before it. They made sure I could cook, clean thoroughly and they made sure I had a basic education. After that they started the submissive training and that's when all my pride and dignity was taken. I was stripped naked and thrown into a room where they'd come in and torment me and torture me.

"Electricity time!" One of the men said to me. "You like that, don't you?"

I was strapped to a chair and then they started shocking me. The painful sting of electricity ran through my body and I fought the urge to scream as much as I could.

But I was dizzy, I was exhausted. I just wished I had been able to shut my mouth last time. But this was too much, my body couldn't handle it. I couldn't help it and I let out a loud scream. An almost deafening scream that filled the air around me.

I knew I had done it now. I would be punished badly for this scream. But I couldn't help it, it just hurt so much. Everything hurt. I would rather I just died than live through more of this.

Just as one of the men was about to slash me with the whip, the door was suddenly thrown open and lots of large armed men swarmed the room. That's when I blacked out, I couldn't handle the stress any longer. I was far too scared and too injured.

Everything hurts.

I'm tired.

I want Bunny.

The dark engulfed me. I was used to this cold darkness. The loneliness. I wanted to finally be free. But I knew nothing, what was I supposed to do with freedom? My only freedom seemed to be death.

The black out didn't seem long, it felt like only a few seconds to me. But it clearly wasn't.

When I woke up, I found myself in a strange white room. Everything around me was white and I was alone. I tilted my head to the side and I saw a huge window. I saw tens of people running to and fro outside the room.

I started freaking out but trying to hide it, because this place wasn't familiar and I didn't know what had happened to me and what kind of pain was coming.

I just want my bunny.

I looked around and found myself attached to something on the wall. It looked like a little needle inside of my hand and I didn't like it, but I didn't dare remove it.

"Woah. Woah. It's ok, Little One." A big man said, walking towards me when I started to hyperventilate.

I almost fell off the bed in an attempt to scramble away from him, so he paused in his tracks.

"Hey. It's ok. I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you. I'm going to sit right here." He said, pointing at a chair beside him.

I saw him sit down on the chair and he smiled at me. His eyes were brown and his hair was very dark too. He looked like he wouldn't hurt me, but I knew better than that.

I don't want this man.

I don't want to be hurt.

I just want Bunny.

I looked around but I didn't find my stuffed friend.

"What are you looking for?" He asked me.

He didn't know that it was bad for me to speak. Or maybe he knew but he wanted me to speak so he could have a reason to hurt me. He would make me speak and then he would whip me like the others.

"I'll get you whatever it is, Little One." He said to me.

I stayed silent and he looked around. Then he sprung up and he left the room. He came back a few minutes later with Bunny.

He approached me cautiously and I sat ready to bolt if he touched me, but he just put Bunny beside me and went back to his chair.

"Uncle Rico!" I heard a loud man call, barging into the room and making me jump.

He almost made me fall out of the bed.

He stared at me, examining my appearance. His eyes swirled with a strange emotion and I could only look between him and the other man in hopes that neither would attack me.

No one spoke for a while, but then the man who was originally in the room with me broke the silence. I heard a beep from the little watch around his wrist and he looked down at it before speaking.

"Hey... I need someone to watch this little one for a few minutes. I'll be back in no time. Don't move. Sit on this chair and don't get near her. Am I understood?" He said to the loud man who had barged in.

Then they both turned to me. I cowered away, hugging Bunny tightly. I didn't like this place one bit. It was too stressful not to know what kind of pain and hurt was coming for you.

"This is Vidal, Little One. He's going to stay here for a few minutes while I go get lunch and see someone else." The 'Uncle Rico' guy said to me. Then there was another beeping sound and he looked down at the watch on his wrist. "I've got to see a patient... sorry, I'll be back, I'll try not to be long."

I looked at Vidal and he noticed his distracting, orange hair. It was pretty. I had never seen hair that was orange. Mine was blonde. And everyone else I'd seen had either blonde hair or black or different shades of brown.

Vidal just looked at me, his eyes scanning me, trying to figure me out.

Maybe he's examining the ways he could hurt me.

Maybe they sold me and this was where I had to stay forever.

Maybe they were going to use me here, make me into a slave.

Or maybe this was a breeding facility.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

I didn't want to look at him or talk to him. He was going to hurt me when I talked.

Maybe I wasn't sold yet. If they sold me, he'd know my name.

I looked down at Bunny for a moment before realizing I had to watch him. He could attack at any moment.

"Are you ok?" He asked me.

I am not ok.

The last time I was ok, I was very little. I can't even really remember it anymore.

"Do you need anything?" He asked me.

Why is he still asking questions? Doesn't he realize that asking more questions doesn't mean I'll answer him?

I'm not looking to get hurt already. I just got to this strange place.

This was all confusing to me, I didn't know what to do with myself. My body was shaking from the stress of the situation.

Vidal eventually gave up on asking me more questions. The Uncle Rico guy came back eventually and then he started talking to Vidal.

"Alright. I just talked to the police, they're going to take her to see a psychiatrist before they decide what to do with her... But she has to stay here for a little while and.... Oh... uh... I don't know why I told you that. Sorry. What're you here for?" The Uncle Rico guy said to Vidal.

"Uh... I'm sorry. What? Why are the police taking her?" Vidal asked.

I didn't like how they talked about me like I wasn't even here. But everyone always did, so it was no big deal.

"She's twenty-two, they can't put her in an orphanage with children. She's also not crazy, putting her in a mental hospital would be unethical. They need to figure out something to do with her." Uncle Rico said.

"Rico. I can take her to the appointment. Don't let them put her in any facility. That's messed up." Vidal said, his eyes turning sad when they looked at me.

"Good luck getting near her." Rico or Uncle Rico said.

"Let me have some time alone with her then." Vidal said.

My heartrate spiked. He was going to do something to me. He was going to hurt me.

I don't want this. I don't want anything anymore.

I just want to be left alone, or at least they could have the decency to kill me.

Uncle Rico nodded and left.

"Hi." Vidal said, bringing the chair closer to me. "You don't have to talk to me or anything. I'll talk, that way you'll see I won't hurt you." He said softly, but his actions were rushed and rough. He was moving fast and with so much strength. He was so intimidating.

He's just lying, they all are. They're just trying to be nice so that I slip up and then they'll hurt me.

They looked big and strong too, so I was convinced that it would hurt a lot when they hit me.

I looked into his eyes, they were hazel coloured and shiny. They didn't look evil or mean. But it was all deception, that I was sure of.

"I won't hurt you, ok?" He said, as if I would trust him.

He got up, standing and inching closer to me. But he was so big and scary. I almost fell out of the bed in an effort to stay away from him.

Just as I was falling, he suddenly threw himself at me, catching me before I fell off the bed and pulling me into his arms.

"Shh... I've got you." He said when I whimpered in fear. "Sorry, I scared you. I'm so sorry. It's ok."

I trembled in his lap, but he was warm and he wasn't hurting me. I looked at my toes and they felt frozen. I shuffled closer to his chest, putting my toes between his big, strong legs.

"I've got you. It's ok." He said, wiping my face with his thumb. I flinched at the action but he hushed me and I realized right then that I had tears running down my cheeks.

I continued to cry and hold onto him tightly. As long as I was this close to him, no one could hurt me. I was safe because if they hurt me, they hurt him, and he couldn't hit me while I was in his arms.

I'm ok.

I'm safe.

Bunny is here.

I'll be fine. I will be.

I'll just have to follow all the rules. Maybe then he won't hurt me.