She was beyond exhausted. Her lungs were burning. What little oxygen she inhaled was quickly coughed out with blood and bile. The coldness of the basement had turned musty and oppressively humid within the course of an hour. Her tormentors were professional and it was obvious to her they weren't in it just for the money. They needed to see her like this, her fear and pain fed them, and they were starving.
Only thirty minutes had passed, and yet to Rachael it seemed like a couple of hours. Most of her clothes lay in tatters on the ground, her near-naked body exposed to all the disgusting creatures hiding in the shadows. What started as an interrogation had quickly become a perverse lesson in humiliation. Still, besides the beatings they hadn't touched her yet. She prayed for unconsciousness, even her death before shaking the thought from her mind. Still, she felt their eyes upon her, their excitement mounting. She heard their squeals of delight erupt with every blow. She didn't need to be touched to feel raped.
She knew she couldn't keep up the tough act when she saw those teeth. Up until then she had assumed she was dealing with the humans. She had no idea that she had gotten placed so high on their pay scale. She hadn't trained to deal with them yet, and she wasn't ready to fight them on their level. She only had one option left.
Amazingly, the round silver ball of her tongue-ring had stayed in place after all the blows. All she had to do was bite down on it, crack the shell, and the poison inside would end it all. The secret would be safe, her family would be safe and she could die knowing that. Still, it wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. First of all, this was a situation that she never took seriously. She had always been able to take care of herself before. Even when she didn't think she could, she managed to surprise herself with her 'abilities'. She had become over-confident, and now she was paying the price for it. It was that overabundance of confidence which, like fuel reserves, had kept her alive up until now. However, ever since she had seen the those teeth it was as if she was going two-hundred miles an hour and couldn't get her foot off the gas. She knew that she had to jump out before that happened, and right now she was running off fumes.
Ever so slightly, she passed her tongue between her jaws, felt the metal ball between her teeth begin to give, and closed her eyes...
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