Chapter 3

Naomi's POV

Who said life was fair, who said whenever you did something good in life, good will return to you…That was a bloody lie, whoever said that should be sentenced to death because he had decided a lot of people, innocent and Naive people like me and my parents and every single one of us in this hell we call life.

As much as I wanted to fight back my tears, I couldn't, as I watched every one of us sitting in that cage, thinking about what would become our life in the next few hours and seconds, I fought back the tears, the flowed down profusely like a broken faucet, I couldn't control it, I couldn't hold it back.

The girls all gazed at me in awe, it was the first time for some of them to see me cry uncontrollably others who had stayed longer than me, were surprised to see me cry in a very long time and others who were special dolls for Alex, they knew exactly the pain I was going through.

I felt a cold yet warm hand placed on my shoulder, I squirmed in pain as my body ached like crazy, I lifted my head and my eyes locked with a lady, she had brown eyes, long hair, wide upper lips, pointed nose, she was one of the ladies I met here, she was about three years older than I am.

She smiled at me as tears rolled down her cheek, she used to be Alex's favorite doll that was until I came into the picture, she was happy she was free but I could tell from the pitiful look she had in her eyes whenever she gazed at me, I could tell she pitied me and felt sorry for me.

"I won't ask how you are because I know you are not fine, but you are not alone, you don't have to shut yourself out from the rest of us, we can lean on each other to provide comfort… all we have is each other, we can't look the other way when one of us is suffering, we have to be strong it's hard but necessary" She muttered.

Tears rolled down again, she pulled me into her arms and I cried, I cried till there was nothing left in my eyes.

After I got sober, I was surrounded by every girl in the cage, they all looked at me with a smile. How is this possible, how do they manage to put on a smile even after they go through every night, how do they manage to stay strong, and when I crumble every day, how? How?

I pondered as I watched them.

"My name is Claire," The lady said to me, I looked around nervously, I was the shy type, I bowed my head "Naomi" I muffled

"I didn't get that" A young girl cheered from the back, I turned to her and she smiled "Sorry, I didn't get your name" She looked pale and weak, and her voice was also weak, and she looked tired but she still managed to smile at me.

"Naomi" I repeated, gazing at her, she nodded "I'm Amanda" she answered.

The others chanted their names and I sat there awed.

"How do you guys do it?" I rasped.

"How do you manage to smile, how do you manage to stay happy even after what we go through every night… are you all insane, has the pain and torture messed with your head that you do not realize how horrible this life is, are you having fun? Are you really fun!" I thundered.

"What other choice do we have!" Claire blurted,

"I have a choice, and my choice is to not accept this, my choice is to find a way to get out of here and make every pay for the terrible and horrible things they did to us and maybe you guys have given up but I haven't!" I snapped and got up.

"Argh" I groaned in pain as I lifted off the floor, my body still ached, and I still felt sour but I'd rather feel the pain than sit and breathe with these people.

They are all crazy!

It was time for dinner and once again, Alex's men came banging on the iron doors, sending a shock wave through my head as my head was resting on the iron. I groaned in pain but there was nothing I could do except to whimper helplessly.

"Time to feed you little pest!" They blurted. I rolled my eyes as he jingled the keys inserted them into the lock and yanked it open. We were ushered into a hall where we were fed like beggars.

The girls all sat together, I carried my food and walked past them, then someone pushed me from behind, I groaned and turned and it was Claire "What was that for?" I thundered.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Who the hell do you think you are to give us such judgmental looks, who do you think you are to judge us!" She yelled.

I arched my brows "For someone who enjoyed being maltreated by men old enough to be her grandfather, you sure have the nerve to talk" I spat.

I should not have said that.

SMACK

Claire hit me "How dare you!"

"How dare!" She grunted

"Do you think I asked for this?" She muffled

"Did anyone of us, ask for this?" She grumbled

"Do you think we want to be here?" She screeched, I felt the pain in her voice as she screeched.

"Every time I bathe, I wash till I pill the flesh of my body, I cry my eyes out every night, praying to God that he finds a way to get everyone out of this mess because we don't deserve it!" She exploded

"Do you think you're the only person who has it tough… look around you, every one of us has it just as hard but what can we do about it, who will come to our rescue? Who will defend us? Who will fight for us? No one! No one Absolutely no one!" She yelled and I stood there speechless, watched as the guards came, hit her with their rods, pinned her to the ground, and hurled her away.