The Torture Chamber

"Well, well, well~ How's everyone doing~?" A sickly sweet voice called. As you looked up, you were met with familiar emerald eyes. His eyes bored right into your soul. Malisa started to shiver into your embrace and started to cling on you more. Being the big sister you were, you hugged her tighter.

"I guess you all seem to get along~ So, as for my beautiful new trophies, there's a rule that goes around here."

"Well, what is it?" A little impatient, the girl with the ponytail had questioned the superior's power.

"Oh, I'll show you more than I can tell you." Walking into the room, he grabbed a random girl- a new one, one of the selected few- and had dragged her into one of the room that connected to the one you were in. Peering inside, you had noticed a bed. Throwing the female on the bed, he tied her wrists together and tied her hands onto the bedpost.

"Listen carefully," the brown haired male had smirked. Closing the door, all you could hear were the girl's cries and screams. Rips of cloth were heard. Trying to block out the sound, you covered your ears and eyes, unable to face reality. Everyone shivered and cowered in fear as there was no doubt in what he was doing.

After the screams died down, the door opened, revealing a satisfied prince and a weeping girl. Flinging her out, he licked his fingers. "Who's next?" Everyone started to tremble, not wanting to be part of this sick twisted entertainment. "Oh yeah, I get to choose."

One by one, each of the selected few went into the room, one by one, they came out broken and choking on their sobs.

Blocking out the sounds, tears fell down your face. Looking at the walls, you wondered to yourself. How is my little sister doing? What kind of hell is this? Why must the world be so cruel to everyone.

The door opened again once more, and once again, the girl came back- broken and wide-eyed.

Just as he was about to grab another, one of the guards came in and whispered in the prince's ear. Frowning a little, the prince shooed the guard away. "Hm, it seems as if I have some business to do. Oh well~ I'll come back." Fixing his attire and running his fingers through his hair, he walked out the doors, "Don't worry, I'll be back to play with you all. Don't get jealous."

Sighing in relief as the door closed, you started to sob more. Everyone started to sob, everyone broke down. I'm so selfish. Why am I sobbing when the others were practically raped in front of everyone? Tearing your gaze away from the wall, you looked at Malisa. She wore a blank face, her frightened eyes looked empty, her face looked blank. Walking towards the abused girls, she started to comb their hair one by one, "There, there. It'll be fine. You'll get used to it."

Months of abuse had gotten to her. It had gotten to everyone. Everyone was damaged. Malisa seemed unfazed as she ran her fingers through the victims' hair. She was broken. Her feelings were gone.

The stench of ejaculation smothered the air. The all-too familiar tainted air reached your nose. It seemed as if the only untainted ones in the room were the younger girl and you since the prince haven't laid a finger on you guys.

It wouldn't last long anyway. Soon, he'll return, and he'll break you. No matter what happened to you, you were more worried about the younger girl for she reminded you of your sister. Young and scared as something gruesome happened in front of her. Feeling the urge to protect her, you vowed that you wouldn't let that bastard touch her.

Looking over at the young girl, she had long brown hair which went up to her lower back. Noticing you, she stared back at your face too. "You're gorgeous," she blurted out-once she realized she had said that out loud, she covered her mouth with both hands and apologized.

Smiling at her, you said that it was fine. Picking yourself up and relocating you next to the young girl. You placed a hand on the side of her head and told her that she can sleep on your lap. Her eyes had bags underneath and her face seemed pale from the lack of sleep and fear. Fear of the prince coming back. At such a young age, she had experienced Satan up front.

Placing her head on your lap, you started to stroke her back, in hopes of it soothing herself down.

After a while, the said girl fell soundly asleep. She looked quite innocent and pure, too bad it was going to be ruined if you don't do something.

"She's such a child. It disgusts me how the prince had taken her and forced her to be a part of his harem," the brunette had spoken up, she looked over at the sleeping girl and sighed.

"She doesn't deserve this hell," Malisa had stated, her face was distorted in pain and worry.

"You all don't deserve this," you looked around the room to scan everyone's faces. "I'll get you out. I promise."

"That's impossible," the brunette had whined. "Even if for some miracle you did get us out, how will it repair our minds? How will getting out of here erase the memory of being rap--"

"Hello~ Your prince has returned~"

Waking up and jerking her head up violently, the young girl had started to grip on you tighter in which, you hugged her.

Nothing this action, the prince had started in your direction, bending down and ripping the girl away from your grasp, he smirked at her. "Aw, don't be scared, little darling, you'll find it pleasurable. I promise."

Feeling repulsed and disgusted, you got up on your feet and slapped the prince in the face. In response, he dropped the young girl. She hurriedly scampered behind you and tried to hide. "Shh, go to Malisa," you had whispered, obediently, she hurried towards Malisa in which the blond had shielded the young girl from the event.

"Why you little bitch!" Covering the child's ears, Malisa's eyes had widened in fear. Fear of what's going to happen to you. Turning towards the prince, you jabbed a finger at his chest.

"Don't you dare place a finger on such a child. I'd rather you take me instead of her if it means her protection against your ill behaviors."

Placing a hand on where you had slapped him, the prince had softened his gaze as a perverted grin settled on his face. "You know what? You're my favorite out of all these sluts. You intrigue me."

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to his body. Chest to chest, the prince leaned down and licked your ear. "I'm going to have fun breaking you," moving away from your ear, he slammed his lips against yours.

Pushing against his chest, you tried breaking free but sadly, like before, he was too strong. Besides the fact that he was too strong, you swore that he had gotten turned on by that. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, asking for entrance but, however, you denied. Growling, he slammed your body onto the wall. Emitting a whine of pain, the prince took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes as he shoved his tongue down your throat (not literally but if you're into this kind of stuff, then okay).

Breaking away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva still connected your mouth to his. Taking in deep breaths, a tear drop had spilled out of your eye and down to your chin.

Eyes glazed over by lust, the prince's gaze traveled down to your chest and back up at your face.

To be continued...

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