A darkroom. A bunch of stripped women. What’s all these? Why was I here?

My dizziness kinda ached now. I’ve hit my head real hard. And my left arm, it merely felt too weak. Maybe it had a simple fracture by my drop a while ago.

I could hear the rain pouring outside from this abandoned library. The broken glass window started to induce its crack even more. I realised that my journey went a long way; from a dying town, down a majestic river, to a freaky warehouse and ex-colleagues, and up until this chaotic base they’ve made. And now there’s this storm hitting the domains of Manila.

It’s pretty much of a great idea to stick around here. I got a better chance to kill that fucker who kidnapped me and obviously the one you might be the responsible person for the death of my family and the innocent people I’ve known who’re also murdered. Once he got inside this room, I’ll-

“Oh god, where’s my revolver? And… My antidote samples?!”

…

“He must’ve taken it.” A grunt from a woman near me, I heard.

“What?” I was startled knowing that it’s indeed a fact that I was with a cluster of unclothed women.

“He’s got you, sissy. You will have no exits here. He’ll just make you his fucking buddy until he’s had enough.” The young one about my age told me in tears.

“Who are you people? What y’all doing here?” I honestly questioned them.

“He loves to fuck, that’s what he does at all times. He has made us his past time, his hobby rather. Whenever he can’t manage to impress his father, he goes here and does his thing.” Their words somehow terrorized my soul and made my pulse meter beep.

“Why not fight him, right? I-I m-mean, you can if you’ll try.” Asked them, giving them a hint of hope.

“We are scared of him, sissy. Especially that instance when he shot one of us. That girl assumed that she could kill him but… She did not succeed.”

Oh god, what was I doing here? He probably wanted some professionals like me but why would he do this filthy thing? I can’t seem to comprehend.

…

Then the front door creaked open. And the women who were with me ran at the very corner of the room, far away from HIM. Him… Yes, him.

The one who took me from the hideout.

He slammed the door shut and locked it. It was the same time I saw my antidote samples lying on a desk near the same door where he went in. I was frightened, but I was trying my best not to freak myself out or I’d trigger my seizures.

“Well, here’s the beauty! A cute girl wearing a lab coat and a pair of specs.” He said when he attempted to touch my hair and face.

I spat right in front of him. “Don’t fucking touch me… Douchebag!”

He laughed, “Awwww, how is it cuter when she gets grumpy? You’ll feel that I ain’t a douchebag right on your heavenly gates.”

He began taking off my lab coat and sniggered. I punched him right on the face.

His face turned sour and then he drew his blade from his pocket. “You are some naughty girl, huh? You want this?” Then he pointed it at my face and pushed me back against the wall.

“Psh! Go ahead! Stab me, or crush my head if you wanted to. I guess that you won’t be needing a lab partner anymore.” I tried getting myself out yet I felt a sudden pinch on my cheek. Cold blood came down dripping across my face.

“You really don’t wanna make this the easy way, don’t ya? Look at what you’ve done. You made me hurt your pretty little face!” He then smashed me against the wall and hit my head again.

I just felt feeble. Not a moment later, my shorts were taken off.

“DON’T DO THAT TO HER! PICK ME INSTEAD!” One of the women in the room pleaded, supposedly trying to save me from getting fucked.

“SILENCE!” He bawled and threw his knife. Fortunately, no one’s hurt.

“Let’s just end this, shall we?” He huffed and began taking off his tee-shirt. He first tried smooching me real hard, angrily. I knew how he'd been feeling as he roamed his hands all over me, synching with his panting.

I was just too weak to fight, almost to that point of being unconscious. I was bathing in sweat; I couldn’t barely breathe.

I suddenly sensed the pressure between my legs. I never asked for this shit. It hurts really badly. The fact that some women loved this kind of pleasure but I ain’t.

“P-please… S-stop it.” I pleaded gasping for air.

Nevertheless, he still continued on what he’s doing to me.

I, then, heard my meter beeping louder and louder, and faster as he went back and forth of me. My nerves were beginning to kill me! I couldn’t move like my body turned frozen.

My heart pounded like it was about to explode, I started panicking.

“I n-need to… Need to… Use… My… ARGH!” I commenced to shake and curl up. If you thought I’m having an orgasmic moment there, I wasn’t. The attack made me trigger my seizures badly. I’m gonna die if no one would respond properly.

I fell on the floor and the beeps were wilder than ever. I was trembling there, it prompted again. It’s just so loud that everyone in the room would panic like hell.

I could hear them panic all of a sudden.

“Oh god, what have I done?” He merely snapped out and realised what had happened to me. His face turned so weak and pale along with the women whining annoyingly. “I didn’t m-mean to… I’m sorry.”

The more he speaks of her condition, the more that the bare women will produce loud whines. “DO FUCKING SHUT UP!” He silenced them in a manner that he doesn’t know what to do.

“What have I done?” Mumbled he, but this time, he’s crying. He panicked as his eyes focused on me shaking helplessly on the floor. “Nanay, I didn’t mean to do this. Please forgive me.”

I tried moving my arm and pointed the antidote on the table. “P-please…” Then all turned dark.

*Third person*

(Inside the room)

The man stood up and made his way immediately to get the antidote. Transferred to a syringe, and trembling as he went. He tried to control his shaky hands just to vaccinate the unconscious woman.

“I’m r-really sorry… I didn’t mean to do this. It’s not my intention to turn you into something like this. I’m sorry.” He began bursting in tears for what he has done to the washed up lab woman.

The loud and fast beeps slowed down. He saved her… Well, in a way.

“Nanay, I just wish you were here. I don’t really wanna be like this.” He told himself and sat down at the opposite side of the room while slapping himself.

*First person*

(Few moments later)

He stared at me while I was lying, knocked out and washed up. He sobbed and hid his face. Yet before he could say another word, he produced cuts on his arms then tried resisting the pain made by the sharp blade.

“I just wanted him to be just as close to me, like what the other fathers do to their sons most times. But he’s just not the father figure I’ve dreamed of… And now, I almost killed an innocent biologist after being such a dickhead.”

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VOCAB CHECK!

Nanay - a Filipino term for “mom”