The Zombie Diaries pt. 3 || Self Para
Staring: Alice Knight (age 18) Featuring: The Client Location: Unknown Date: January 8, 2009 Time: 6:27 pm
She learned to hate herself, the blame for her situation being placed solely on her shoulders. Bearing that weight left her numb, feeling nothing except an extreme amount of guilt that made it hard to eat, hard to breathe, even harder to live. She prayed for death daily and never got it, wondering who or why any god could put her in that type of situation. He also learned there was no such god who would save her. She would die in this slave sex trade, but she wasn't about to go down without a fight.
After turning 18, she was sold to a client of an average build, his demeanor kind, charming, yet vile and demonic. No one was ever that nice to a slave, especially not her. The girls and boys in this abductive trade were maggots in a world of power-hungry men and women. None were nice. None were truly there to save you. The Client picked her up in an alley in the back of the orphanage, a place she was normally taken to in order to fulfill her night's worth.
"Nice to meet you, Alice." He whispered to her as she was taken to his car, placed in the back like a criminal, hands tied behind her back. "We're going to have loads of fun tonight."
It wasn't even three minutes after they arrived him that the beating started, his hands being used to blow at her skin, whips, chains, large objects shoved in her most private areas, mutilating her body in the most tragic ways. Never before had she been here in this position, here being torn apart, her body covered in bruises from the very beginning. The pain didn't dull the way it usually did, but rather escalated quickly, her leg being broken so she couldn't run away. Screams filled the Client's house to the point of his anxiety reaching peak levels. They had to get out of there, had to go somewhere else.
Packing Alice up in the car, the Client drove out of the city and to an abandoned warehouse where no one could hear her screams. The drive there was slow and long, the stars from the night sky flashing by through the back window, Alice's poor body seeping with pain, her bodies natural defenses being shot as the pain grew more and more unbearable. She started to cry silently in the back seat of the car, unable to do anything else, unable to hold her composure for much longer. Slander from the front seat made her ache even more, the worthlessness she felt being amplified by the Client's foul words. He was a maniac, and she was victim to him for the rest of the night.
Reaching the warehouse, the redhead was pulled out of the car and dragged by her hair into the building. She screamed and kicked her able leg to get away from him, but there was no hope for her this time. The abuse didn't stop, nor did the rape, her body contorting to his will, making her his bitch in so many more ways than she thought possible.
Most of it she couldn't remember, having her head slammed into the ground so many times in a row her mind was foggy, sure this was just a horrific dream that she would wake from any minute. Nothing seemed real, yet it was so much so that there was no way this could be a dream; nightmares weren't even this terrible.
The last blow from an iron pipe found in the warehouse had her bleeding on the ground, unable and unwilling to move anymore. She knew this was it, her dying day, the one she'd been waiting for, though she prayed for it to be a little more peaceful. With one last hit to her ribs, cracking them and making her moan in agony, she was left to die, the man spitting on her bloody face before he left.
Alice could only think of her fathers as her eyes slowly slipped shut, blackness taking over her limp body.