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Victoria

I stopped keeping track of time and counting how many men raped me. There must have been a long line because as soon as one man finished, another quickly took his place. I couldn't cry, even if I wanted to. I simply lay there lifeless while countless men had their way with me. All the men were more aggressive than usual; I overheard one saying that this was the last day I would be there for them to use. I suppose they all wanted to enjoy me while they still had time.

Throughout the torture, the only thing that prevented me from wanting to die was the hope of seeing Antonio again. I prayed that Michael would let me see him. I remembered Antonio's brown eyes full of joy, his sweet smile and laugh, and his soft voice whenever he spoke. I looked forward to seeing him again.

The man on top of me finally finished. As soon as the door opened, a new set of footsteps quickly approached me. As this next man plunged himself into me, I managed to zone out for a short while.

Michael

I was counting down the minutes until Victoria's punishment was over. Despite organizing inventory, meeting with the Cartel, and arranging everything for the upcoming trade, the day was agonizingly slow, so I decided to prepare a few things for Victoria. I drew a bath with a bath bomb and essential oils., fixed warm towels next to the tub, got a silk nightgown and underwear ready, and ensured the bed was neat and prepared for her to climb into. I confirmed Antonio was busy in his room, so my focus could be on caring for Victoria.

Finally, there were only three minutes left of Victoria's punishment. I grabbed my gun and a blanket and rushed to Victoria's cell.

Although I told the men what time Victoria's punishment was over, several men were lined up outside her cell.

"I told you she was off-limits at three o clock sharp!"

The men flinched at my voice. Before any of them could respond, I shot them all dead. I quickly opened the cell door and saw a man pulling his pants down.

"Time's up," I said before shooting him in the head.

I looked at Victoria: she had bruises and bite marks all over her body. She was pale, and her face seemed so empty and lifeless. I could see blood and semen dripping from her vagina, drenching the mattress. It angered me to see Victoria like that.

I quickly walked over to her and undid the handcuffs; as soon as she was no longer restrained, Victoria brought her knees to her chest. I expected her to begin sobbing, but not a sound came out of her. I covered her with the blanket and scooped her into my arms.

I carried Victoria to our bedroom, glaring at any man who eyed her or smirked at her; they would all face punishment. As soon as we entered our room, I took Victoria to the bathroom and gently put her in the bathtub. Again, Victoria brought her knees to her chest and remained still. I let out a sigh and slowly scooped water over Victoria's head, so she could feel the warmth of the water.

Once Victoria's hair was wet, I reached for her shampoo and put some on my hands. I went to scrub her hair, but she moved away. I reached for her hair again, and Victoria still pulled away. I positioned myself, so Victoria couldn't move away from me, but she began to push my hands.

"Let me wash you!" I yelled.

"NO! I HATE YOU!"

Those words stung; what hurt the most was Victoria sounded like she meant it. I was about to shove Victoria's head under the water, but Antonio ran into the room.

"Mommy!"

"Mommy's busy, Antonio," I said.

"Okay. Daddy, can you help me?"

"Of course! What do you need?"

"I want to watch a movie."

"Okay."

I rinsed my hands in the sink and stepped out of the bathroom. Antonio followed behind me.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Why does Mommy hate you?"

"Mommy didn't mean it. She just got angry."

"Why is she angry?"

"Because I forgot to buy her favorite chocolate."

"Uh, oh. Are you going to go buy it?"

I let out a sigh. I was sure Victoria would appreciate some alone time.

"Yeah. How about we both go now?"

"Yeah!"

"Go get your jacket."

Antonio ran to the coat closet and shortly returned with his jacket on.

"Can you help me with the zipper?"

"Yes."

I squatted down and zipped Antonio's jacket for him. I grabbed my leather jacket and began walking to the door.

"Let's go."

Victoria

As soon as I heard the front door close, I began to sob. All the anxiety, fear, depression, and pain came like a hurricane. I was crying to the point I couldn't breathe. I felt dirty, disgusting, and worthless. The thought of suicide came to my mind, but that thought quickly left when Antonio came to my mind.

When I ran out of tears, the water was cold. I lifted myself out of the water. It was painful to move my lower body, and I could barely stand. I slowly made my way to the shower, not caring that I was dripping water and blood all over the floor. I turned the water on hot, ignoring how it burned my skin. I washed my hair like usual, but when it was time to cleanse my body, I repeatedly scrubbed my skin with my loofa. I washed and rinsed my body ten times before I felt somewhat clean. I would have to take another shower later.

I opened the shower door and saw that Michael had some towels ready for me. I wrapped my hair in one towel and began to dry my body off with the other. I looked in the mirror and was both horrified and disgusted. My neck and chest were littered with bite marks and hickeys, and I also had bruises from where some men grabbed me. After staring at my reflection for several more minutes, I was angry. I was mad at Michael for doing this to me, and I was mad at myself for going on that second date with him.

I grabbed Neosporin and Vicks and tended to all the bruises and hickeys. As I was doing this, I realized that I loved our son as much as I wished I had never met Michael; if I didn't go on that second date, Antonio wouldn't exist. I suppose I was angrier because Michael found us. After covering practically every inch of my body in Vicks, I went to the bedroom to find that Michael had left a sexy silk nightgown and panties for me to wear. I rolled my eyes and quickly dressed.

After drying my hair and scrubbing every inch of my mouth with my toothbrush, I rinsed several times with mouthwash and put on a fluffy pajama robe. I sat on the bed, in too much pain to sleep. I knew I needed to see a doctor, but I highly doubted Michael would allow that after what had happened the last time I saw a doctor.

I guess I'll have to tough out the pain.

"Mommy!" I was snapped out of my thoughts by Antonio's voice.

"Hey!" I said as Antonio lept into my arms. I began to shed a few tears.

"Mommy, I missed you!"

"I missed you too, sweetie."

"Where were you?"

I glared at Michael as I softly said, "I was away, but I'm home now. How have you been?"

"Good. We got you your favorite chocolate, so you won't be angry at daddy anymore."

"Thank you! Where is it?"

"Daddy has it."

Michael was holding out the chocolate for me to take.

"Thank you."

"Antonio," Michael spoke up. "Why don't you go play in your room? I'm sure mommy's tired."

I glared at Michael again.

"But I want to spend time with mommy!"

"Sweetie," I said. "Listen to daddy. I'll go to your room later."

"Okay, mommy."

Antonio walked out of the room with a frown on his face.

"I called for a doctor. She'll be here soon."

"Okay."

Michael sat down next to me. I scooted away from him.

"I missed you."

I didn't say anything back. To my delight, the doorbell rang. Michael stood up and walked out of the room, and he returned a minute later with an older woman in a white coat.

"Victoria, this is Dr. Walters."

"Hello," I shyly said.

"Hello, dear," Dr. Walters said. She turned to Michael. "You can leave."

I softly laughed as Michael stepped out of the room and slammed the door closed.

"You work for Michael?"

"I'm the family doctor, yes. I understand that you've recently experienced some trauma?"

I nodded my head and looked away.

"We're going to start slow: I'll take your vitals, do a general examination, and then do a pap smear."

"Okay."

Once Dr. Walters finished, she called Michael back into the room. Michael and I sat on the couch while Dr. Walters sat in a chair in front of us.

"Alright. I took some samples and will have to run some tests on those. I'll get back to you with the results."

"Okay," Michael said as he took my hand, which I quickly yanked away from him.

"Victoria, your vitals are great. Overall, you're in perfect health. However, while doing the pap smear, I noticed severe bruising and tearing in the tissue of your vaginal walls. There is also severe damage to your cervix."

"So, what does that mean?" I asked.

"Well, your vaginal walls will heal, but unfortunately, due to the trauma to your cervix, you will not be able to have children again."

My eyes grew wide, and my heart shattered.

"I can't have kids?"

"Well, you can get a surrogate, but you will not be able to carry your children. Should you get pregnant, the pregnancy will end with a miscarriage."

I began crying. I didn't want more kids at the moment, but the opportunity was gone, breaking my heart. Michael tried to wrap his arms around me, but I shoved him away as hard as possible.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

I stood up and ran out of the room. I ran down the hallway to a different bedroom and shut the door, making sure to lock it. I hated Michael; Antonio and I needed to escape him once and for all.