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face. The red-masked man had taken my clothes upon his exit, thus leaving me in nothing but my nakedness on display for the world. All I have in my tiny damp cell is a rug blanket, which has rips and tears in it. There are blue balloons with yellow strings dangling off of them patterned into the material, making me think that it had maybe once been owned by a young boy or baby. It’s all I had and it barely covered my soiled skin, but I made do, resting it over myself to cover what I could as I attempted to get sleep last night, and now where it’s resting on my lap.
    My heavy cell door slides open, the screeching sound I’m becoming so familiar with pierces my ears. Heavy footsteps thud across the floor as my body tenses and I pull the blanket up toward my chin. Clinking metal sounds out in my ears and I fight the urge to look up to see what is going on.
    “Up, nun. It’s playtime,” a deep voice announces from across the empty cell. Fear ripples through me again as my eyes slowly close. Breathe.
    “Please,” I begin, a light sob escaping me. “Please just kill me now and get it over with.” My eyes remain closed with nothing in my vision but bleak darkness.
    The loud footsteps slowly draw up closer to me before a shadow casts over my shut lids. “Where’s the fun in that? Necrophilia isn’t really my thing.” His head tilts, the distinctive black mask hiding his face. “Today you’re going to learn the ins and outs of the human anatomy. Well, rather, a man’s anatomy.”
    My eyes remain trained on the floor, my head resting to the side of the cold concrete floor. Silent tears stroll down my cheek.
    “Why? Why do I need to do this? I don’t understand,” I whisper flatly. I’m losing my fight, my will to live. As each day passes, a piece of me is ripped away.
    “You’ll know in good time, nun.” He taps my leg. “For now? You need to play nice. You’ve seen nothing yet.” His voice darkens towards the end of his threat. I push myself up until I’m sitting up with my back leaning against the wall, pulling the little blue blanket with me to cover my most private parts. He laughs. “No use covering yourself; your dignity is gone now.” He snatches the blanket off me with a cold whoosh of air that assaults my flesh. My arms come up and cross against my breasts as I pull my knees up to my chest to cover my core.
    Black mask stands in front of me, his hands going to his belt buckle and unlatching the metal hinge. A knife pangs into my chest with what’s about to happen and my face scrunches as my eyes close.
    “Next lesson. You need to learn how to please a man,” he says, pressing his thickness into me. Dropping down to the concrete on his knees, his hands grip around the back of my legs before he pulls them open wide and rests between them. My lip trembles in fear as more tears drop down my cheeks. Inhaling deeply, he runs the tip of his nose up my neck. Chuckling, he stands back to his feet, looking down at me. I swallow and keep my eyes glued onto the ceiling. Dropping his jeans and briefs, his hand clamps down tightly around his length and I squeeze my eyes closed.
    He laughs. “Closing your eyes isn’t going to do shit, nun.”
    Opening them slowly, I’m greeted by his muscled legs standing strong with veins pulsing up and down his thick arms and eventually landing on the hands he has around himself.
    “Like what you see, nun?” he questions, his head tilting to the side as he continues to slowly stroke himself. A light bead of clear liquid surfaces on the tip of him and I can’t help but be fascinated by it to a certain extent. Penis’ not very nice looking. In fact, I’d go as far as to say they’re ugly. But there is one thing I have noticed in the time I’ve been here: All the men I have met are built lean and big. Much like Hella and Beast, Kurr must like his soldiers beefy.
    Yanking me to my feet, he pushes me hard until my back hits the wall behind me. My eyes roll to the back