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I was lifeless as the unknown man dragged me too a lift, my foot were barely holding me. I was not myself anymore. I didn't want to be me anymore. I couldn't show them any weekness.

As the dragging continued when the lift came to it's destination, my foot started to wobble. I could feel how I wanted to cry. How I wanted to throw up.

He left her.

He left her all bloody in the cage and locked her up without even taking a second glance on her frail messed up body.

Anger boiled inside my every being. Every cell. I wanted to shout, I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt her. But all I did was watch and getting dragged.

I didn't show emotions. I'm nothing but a slave.

Pain infiltrated my body as my neck bruised from the dragging and the choking. I felt blood flowing down my neck and spine.

So this was my new life. Pain. And this was just stage one of a million.

I was kicked into a room, soon realising that it was a bathroom. I was crouching on the floor and didn't know what to do. Should I stay seated? Should I move? What are my orders? Is he going to rape me now? What will happen....

All kind of questions started to flow through my mind. All kinds of possibilities that could happen. But one word triggered something in me. Rape.

The shivering started again. Shit. Body don't. Don't do this. Don't show any weakness. Please.

I didn't glance at him as his foot appeared infront of me.

"Clean up. Take a shower. Soon someone will come and give you something to dress into. Don't you dare to rebell. Don't do anything that you aren't ordered if you don't want to end up like it"

It... Not her... Not a codename...not Jenny...it

I heard him clicking his tongue, showing me exactly how much he cared. I wanted to spit on his feet. Truly disgusting. How dare he take her rights away from her.

But I didn't do anything of that. I stayed silent.

The urge to cry made my body and mind go hell but I didn't allow myself.... Why couldn't I do something for her.... Why was I so helpless...

I didnt allow myself to look up till he stepped away and got out. Didn't allow myself to show any emotion or reaction.

Till I heard how he locked the door. Counted to ten.

The tears spilled like a waterfall...

'Don't forget me' Jenny's word burned in my mind, leaving me breathless.. As if she knew that this was what awaited her. She knew she was going to end up like this.

Every single tear I cried this moment was for her. For her you fucked up Bastard!

For her pain and for her solidarity. For her shit of a life, for her painful sorrow. For her miserable fate.

That was the last time that I saw her. And I knew it in the exact moment my last tear shed.

Glancing to te ceiling I counted two cameras. This is my new life. Get used to it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I am X119.

I grabbed the front of the dress that I was wearing. It was not mine. It was from a girl that I was once. Not anymore. That dress didn't belong to me. I took another deep breath as I shred the silk dress and stepped out of it.

I glanced at the dress on the floor, forming a puddle. That dress belonged to Primrose. A happy, healthy 19 years old girl. A girl that had caring parents who were probably searching for her desperately right now.

A picture infiltrated myself that I didn't want to see. My family. My old life. How my dad and my mum came into my room showing me this new silky beautiful red dress. Now it was shredded. Not usable anymore. End of the beautiful memory that I had ruined...

I had to stop thinking about them.

This is my Past. Past. Past. No more thinking.

Closing my eyes I allowed myself one last time to think about my happy family.

The next moment Primrose died. Forever.