Chapter 129 They Were Kept In Hell

Chapter 129 They Were Kept In Hell
Cody

The door in front of us was heavy-duty-looking steel. We looked around and tried to find a key. When we located an office, we tore the desk apart, and finally managed to find a small drawer under the desk below the keypad, and inside were keys. So, we went back to the door and tried different ones, and one finally opened the door.

When it was opened we were faced with a dark set of cement steps. So, we pulled out flashlights and started down. We reached the bottom and found the light switches and turned them all on. I turned around and wished I could turn them off again, but I knew I couldn’t, and honestly shouldn’t.

Oh my fucking god. There were all sorts of cages down here. Some were your typical dungeon-looking cages, and all we could see was the front wall of bars. There was one that appeared to be a giant clear box of sorts. There were all sorts of bondage equipment in there, and most of it looked designed to inflict pain, as well as other instruments designed to hurt and injure. It was a room of horrors for these women no doubt. 

We started to move into the room, and we could hear the moaning and crying of some of the women. It was soft and probably they were trying to be quiet, having no idea who had just come down the stairs. They probably thought their tormentor had come for them. We moved forward. 

The first cage was made up to look like a room. The front wall looked like plexiglass. Inside was a bed, curtains, furniture, and all sorts of decorative items. On the bed, chained up, and her head covered in a big metal box, was a woman. She was emaciated, and her clothing, though frilly and almost little girl-like, was worn, dirty, and torn. This reminded me of that sick fucking room we saw in the tunnels under the Vandicoff’s estate.

We opened the cage after finding the correct key. Then we started to try to tell her she was safe and we were going to help her. When we opened the metal box around her head, she was screaming, and thrashing. 

“Go and bring Satine here, and also, bring the med kit. We may need to help her be calmer.” Valenciaga ordered the men behind us. 

I looked at that metal box and realized it would have been a total cut off of her senses. She wouldn’t have been able to see, smell, or hear, anything with this locked around her head. “Can we turn the lights off in here, get the lights down, she’s being overwhelmed by too much sensory input right now. The guys all looked at me, then Rabid ran to see if he could accomplish turning off the lights in this room.

He must have been trying different ones, as several sections of lights turned off then on, when the ones in this room turned off we shouted to him that it was it. She seemed to calm as the lights were turned off. Valenciaga, trying to hold himself together, slowly moved to unlock her cuffs. The skin around her ankles and wrists was so scarred it made me think she had worn these things for fucking years. God damn, I was so looking forward to making this guy suffer.

She whimpered and curled into the corner at the top of the bed, and we all just stayed as still as possible, so we wouldn’t scare her, although, probably just us standing here was terrifying her. Eventually, Satine got there, and I could tell this was very hard for her, and then she saw this girl, and knew she was terrified. She moved closer very slowly.

“It is okay child. We are here to help you. No one will hurt you again. I know that the loud sounds and bright lights are hurting, so we will try to help make it so it doesn’t hurt for us to get you out of here. I will be the only one to touch you, and I will tell you before I do. You are safe.” She just watched Satine with big scared eyes.

Then we heard, “Rabid, I need you here, now please, we have another really bad one over here.” We left Satine trying to calm the girl in the first cage and walked into the main room. 

We went and saw Saint fighting for control in front of another cage. “Rabid, I think he’s impaled her on something, and he’s left her that way. She’s tied to a chair, and it looks like she has a horse bit in her mouth. We all froze and then moved forward slowly, she looked up at us with tears running down her face.

Rabid went forward going to his knees with his hands up, “We’re here to get you the fuck out of here and help you. I know you are scared and in pain. I am going to remove the bit from your mouth okay?” She nodded.

He called for the keys and they were brought over. He tried several until he got the right one and the straps holding the bit in place around her head by a small padlock were open and fell away, allowing her to spit the bit out of her mouth. Again she was emaciated and her skin was covered in bruises and cuts. Rabid worked on getting the ropes untied, and some had been tied tight enough that they had cut into her skin, so he had to carefully pull them away while she whimpered. 

Then she looked down at him, “Okay, now, I am going to remove this thing. I know it’s probably designed to hurt you, and it’s probably going to hurt for me to get it out. I will do it as carefully as possible, okay, and then we’re going to take care of you.” She nodded.

Rabid took a deep breath and he reached for the handle protruding from between her legs. The chair was designed so that there was a U-shaped cutout between her legs, so her thighs were resting on wood, but between her legs was open. She gripped the arms of the chair and gritted her teeth as Rabid started to remove whatever this fucking sick bastard had shoved into her. 

He finally had it all the way out and all of us were trying not to gag. It was like a big plug and it was covered in spikes, and she was bleeding. Rabid grabbed a blanket off the bed, and although she probably didn’t want to touch it, it at least covered her right now.

“Can you tell me where the other girls are?” She looked up at me with haunted eyes.

Then in a croaky voice whispered, “Dead”.