Chapter 2: The Truck

The truck didn't start being a part of her world until five years back. It was spring and Circe was still in the coal bin when he arrived just like usual in the mornings. Grabbing her by her hair he marched her to the stall in the corner and tied her by her collar and arm manacles to the chains on the wall and ceiling. Once fastened he walked to the wall and pulled the lever until the chains were taut and her toes barely kissed the floor.

The man, if you could call him that never spoke. So she never knew what to expect. Some days he washed her, fixed her hair and then released her. some days he beat her. But Circe knew that day was different. The man had been looking at her strangely. A Glint in his eyes, smoldering, promising something that Circe didn't understand but feared all the same.

That was the day the ankle manacles were added. And the day she finally found a way to escape, if only mentally. That was the day of the truck.

The man had washed her as usual. Not leaving a single inch of her untouched. He had begun focusing more and more on her chest and thighs over the last few months and today was no exception. By the time he stopped she felt fuzzy and it was at this point she had felt the manacles snap around her ankles. He attached each leg to a new set of chains she hadn't noticed before. And he pulled the levers on the wall until she was suspended entirely legs and arms spread wide neck aching as the collar cut into her more. She felt a trickle of blood drip from her neck down between her chest and slick into the folds between her thighs. The Man just smiled and walked out of the room.

When he returned he was not alone. This was her first time seeing anyone other that the man and she had gasped. The newcomer chuckled a deep rumbling sound that thrilled and scared Circe. New Man walked up to her as the Man had fiddled in a bag he had brought in and set on the stew table next to her stall.

"Jace" the newcomer pointed to himself, then he repeated "Jace". He looked at her and pointed "Circe" he had spoken, and the repeated. She was confused but attempted to reply the sounds he used. The newcomer reached out and gripped her chest plucking the bud at the center of one of the globes. She moaned at the feeling shocking through her.

The Man looked up sharply from his bag and walked over holding some shiny metal tools. Turning to the new man he spoke a jumble of words Circe had no notion of the meaning for. Then the New man laughed loud and deep and turned back toward her. Two sets of hands searching between her thighs. The Man holding the tools continuing to speak to the newcomer. They were messing around in between her legs and suddenly a pressure started building inside her. She tried to thrash away as it was unnerving but the man slapped her and she quickly quieted down. Eventually The newcomer grunted and looked up at her with a strange smile.

They continued to converse in the strange mouth noise until finally they took each others hands and shook them. The Man walked to the wall and released the chains dropping her to the floor. New man attached a pole to her collar and pushed her through the cellar and up outside where the truck waited doors open to a strange sight. A round block sat in the center. The New man forced her inside and pushed her over the block so her hips were thrust into the air and then he quickly snapped her manacles to chains on the floor. He released the pole from her collar and jumped out slamming the doors plunging her into darkness. The truck started moving and she waited. If only it had never stopped.

New man who she now knew as Jace had brought her to a place filled with evil. As he did three times a week or more since. She was always blindfolded so she couldn't see what would happen or where she was but she felt and heard the men, sometimes seemingly hundreds of them as they jeered and catcalled and then finally took their turn with her. Tearing not only her body apart but her soul as well.

Five years, thousands of scars some seen some unseen. And Jace retuned her to the man each time with a smile and a laugh and a final smack of her ass as she was led away.

She hated all men. She hated herself. She existed because she had no other options. She was lost. and a deep hole had been drilled right into her soul.