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2302. fear is the mind-killer.

"it'll hurt more if you keep moving."

she could barely even think, much less follow any sort of direction that was being given to her. her hair was being yanked back. somehow, she was vaguely aware of teeth against her neck, a bruising grip on both of her wrists. they could break her wrists. they could shatter her spirit.

there was not a single thing she could do.

she couldn't yell for help because these men were her security. they were the ones who were sworn to protect her life. they were supposed to keep her safe. if they weren't going to keep her safe then who would?

hands meant to be used as weapons to protect her could still - and were - used to violate her.

she wanted to scream, but there was something in her mouth, choking her, tasting of sweat. she wasn't even sure of what it was..

when her eyes snapped open, she couldn't breathe. the sheets around her, tangled around her limbs and body, were soaked in sweat. "no," she whispered, her throat sore and tears trailing down her cheeks. "no, no, no."

she thought she had left the nightmares behind by now. but clearly the sheer terror of it all was still in the dark recesses of her mind. she'd gotten blood on her hands to ensure her own safety because if her security detail was allowed to walk free, she would never be free. there was not a soul on this earth she could trust and it absolutely pained her.

the girl choked on a sob, struggling to remove the dampened sheets and sitting up on the bed. backing herself up to the headboard, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees as she stared fearfully into the darkness of her bedroom.

the overwhelming knowledge of being utterly alone descended upon her, mixing with dread and nervousness. it was a blanket too heavy for her to bear.

she didn't know how much longer she could.

but she knew she had to bear it. she had to stay in charge of the business.. even if she hated it.