Chapter 11: Filler

Authors Note: Okay so many people keep saying how bad the mc is on just leaving the girls there. You guys need to think logically, what could he even do. He could certainly take them, but where would he take them. How would he explain his powers. He doesn't have the time to take care of a few dozen girls. The mc likes to help people but only if it doesn't affect him negatively. He still has to worry, about his own survival. Anyways not Calling any of you guys out or anything and I understand where you are coming from. So your wait is finally over and here is what happens.

GRAPHIC CONTENT: ANYONE that commits these acts deserves to die. WARNING for people who can't handle graphic content of Rape and other inhumane acts, please do not read. It will not affect the story, just a filler

Sara POV

I walked on to the stage to the pole, very careful to make my face be completely blank. Every single girl here knows that our "employers" watch us 24/7 to see even the smallest hint of emotion. So they can even break and tear away that single drop away from us.

My eyes lost their "light" as my face turned completely passive, like a doll.

My only pair of so called "clothing" a metal collar that had a crude 001 written on it. I was their first purchase, if you will. I stayed in this goddamn hell for the past three years of my life.

This place was run by an underground cartel that was owned by a guy with a shitty naming sense, seriously who name's themselves Hammerhead.

My parents were murdered by his goons and they sold me to this disgusting place for a pretty penny.

They raped me and they took pleasure in it everyday and I hated them with every fiber of my being. I wanted nothing more than to just tear their throats out, but one day I knew why they visited me the most.

Apparently I had the best "Reactions", I was the one who showed the most emotion towards them and they relished in it.

I was broken and I hated myself for it. So I changed, no I adapted to it.

The next day, no matter what happened I put on a stone face and they abused me even more, but I didn't give up.

After a week they left me alone and I never felt so relieved. I had cried myself to asleep, the next day a few other girls came in here.

I took it upon myself to teach them and as more and more children came, I became the big sister if you will.

Eventually we were transferred here about 7 months ago, ever since then I have been showing every crevice of my body to these disgusting pigs.

I felt violated as they looked at me hungrily, but I never showed them it.

I sighed as I relived the past hell that was my life.

Suddenly I look towards a boy and I felt curious towards him. I was surrounded by these disgusting men that looked at me with lust and desire, but he looked at me with pity and sympathy.

I inwardly scoffed as I didn't need his pity.

I blinked and he disappeared and I just stared at that spot as to double check if I wasn't hallucinating or something.

I just focused on the pole I was gracefully dancing on, I had been using this exact pole for the past 4 months and I went through the dance routine that was imprinted in my mind.

Our owners as I thought of them with disgust had given us a set dances to do on the poles, each movement to make us show every part of our body.

After 3 hours of continuously dancing, I took a break.

Suddenly the alarms blared in the room, I was shocked as this had never happened before.

People were running back and forth and abruptly men in black armor with the words SWAT written on their backs rushed into the room.

They screamed at us to get on the ground, the others screamed in fear and I yelled at them to follow, they looked at me unsurely.

I just looked at them with complete seriousness in my eyes, they followed my instructions and got onto the ground.

The scary men grabbed everyone and even our employees, while everyone here were still 10-12 year olds, I was the oldest at 13.

I knew who these people were because my uncle was one and he surprised me in my birthday wearing one of these suits, I still remember the days where he would come and visit and give me some candy.

SWAT AKA the Special Weapons And Tactics Unit, I also remember him always grumbling about how the U wasn't included.

I unknowingly teared and then a random SWAT agent looked at me, no stared at me.

He took of his helmet

"Sara, is that you?????"

"Uncle Sam!!!"

He rushed towards and grabbed me in his arms.

It's okay Sara your safe, you can rest now. He whispered those words in my ears.

Like a dam breaking, all the emotions from the past year came rushing to. I cried like a small defenseless girl, a part of me protested on how weak I looked; but it got swept away from the torrent of my emotions

I sobbed loudly and my uncle looked at me with tears in his eyes,I could tell he was feeling extreme guilt.

I looked at him in the eyes and told him that it wasn't his fault at all, he tried to say something but I just stared at him and he just looked down on the floor

Another Agent came up to us

" Reynolds, this girl yours?"

Yes she is, he replied and the agent was a little shocked and looked at me with pity, everyone here knew what they were raiding and it made it even worse that they were actually not even know this was happening until a precinct got a anonymous tip and they weren't even gonna take it seriously because this happens often until they got video evidence and SWAT was called immediately.

They covered me with a coat to cover my modesty, but honestly I didn't even care. I was gonna go back home, I never thought that I was ever gonna be free.

Until a harsh realization struck me, where would I go?

My parents were dead and I was way too damaged to be sent to an orphanage.

I looked hopefully up to Uncle Sam who was escorting me to the car and as if he read my mind.

"Uhh, Sara you wouldn't mind, coming and Living with me in my place"

I started crying and he stumbled and started to apologize to me.

I just kept on crying and told him, with the best smile I could make and spoke just two words that were plaguing my mind

Thank you