Trysti and Roy's Journey (9)

->Tryst's p.o.v
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I remember from my young teenage years when my mother got pregnant with my brother, she kept it a secret, so not even dad new. But she secretly told me, thinking I would be the happiest, but I wasn't near as happy as she. Mom would buy everything she needed before she even showed, and I was surprised, because she bought boy clothes and girl clothes.

I would follow her around picking blankets that matched the clothes. Those memories now nip at my mind. I can't do any of that, instead I am locked in a room six months pregnant with five other women who hover over me. I push away help, and questions of why I was so heart broken when the men threw me in here.

Then I remember Roy... Dying on the ground, because of me... And now his baby will grow up without a father... Because of me. I brought him into this mess and his baby is between it.

I cried myself to sleep every night, hoping that this is just a nightmare, that I am going to wake up and it will all go away... But it never does.

And I am stuck with the thought that I am going to die here just like most of the girls.

each day a girl is taken, they smile. I wonder why, being raped isn't something to smile about, but then when they come back, they are showered and clean with new clothes. I am never taken, probably because I won't have sex with any one but the one I love, or maybe they are afraid that I will rip their dick off the second they show it to me.

Natasha, I have learned, had been pregnant once, but within a few months when the baby was three months old, the baby was taken. So now she lives in pain, thinking that she never had a baby, that it all was a knock out quality. I dread having a baby here, afraid that it too will be taken from me. But I will fight for it as would Roy for me.

->Two months later...

Four weeks in time my child will be born. I dread it, hoping that when it's born I will be able to hide it.

Today Rachel will be taken, she shows every one that with a jumpy mood.

"I wish you could meet him..." says Rachel.

"Him?" I ask.

"Yeah... He is so kind unlike the rest of those brutes." she answered dreamy eyed.

"Rachel they are all brutes." Ester says.

"Not Jimmy, he is more like a gentleman then the rest of them." Rachel implied.

"That's what we all say, and the next thing you know, we are being raped by the ones we fell for. You should know that Rachel. It happened to everyone of us, except you, so if you wait patiently, your time will come." Natasha said.

Suddenly the door burst open, Rachel was grabbed and flung into the arms of two men whom smiled enviously, while someone new was thrown into the room, by the golden haired man, he had tears that he was trying to force back, he kissed the girl on the temple before she was thrown.

"Meet your new companion, you bunch of whores." Lorin, a filthy but buff man with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes said.

The girl that was flung in, landed in Sammys arms.

She had a sun dress on, and curly black hair and beautiful brown eyes.

By the looks of it, she was exhausted, From what?

The girl threw herself at the door, yelling, "Thomas! Don't do this! You don't have to!" with that she pounds on the door and continued, "Give him back! Give him back damn it! Thomas! You promised!" she began to sob heavily.

I was the one to go to comfort, I lightly touched her shoulder when she instantly turned her head towards me, then down at my stomach. With shaking fingers she slightly put them on my stomach, with the other hand she pressed to her mouth, while her head shook.

I didn't know what she ment by that but I did know that I will never see my baby again when it's born and that scares me.

The girl looked down then plunged for the red bathroom.

->Thomas's p.o.v
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Malcolms orders were to take away my son, which was born two days ago, when I had sworn on my life to Lizzie that I wouldn't let anyone take our son. But I broke the promise, I don't know why, but I did. I could have found a way out for Lizzie and the baby, and kill Malcolm, but I was too late, my decision hurt us both, and now my son will never seen again. The babies aren't killed, Malcolm assured me that, but I still wonder what they do to those poor innocent children.

I ripped the thought from my mind as I enter Malcolms office. He had a cigar between his saggy lips and a small girl on his lap.

I cleared my throat, "The child was taken." I say shakily.

"Good. Was it a boy or girl?" he asked.

"Boy." I answered.

"He is definitely my son then." he chuckled. His son? Does he think that all babies that are born in this building are his?

"He's mine." I say firmly. He looked at me in a challenging way.

"Mr. Thomas, do you not know the rules that are carved into everyone's skin, here in this facility?" He asked me. I shook my head once. "Then let me explain something to you. I am the boss, the boss owns everything, he is in charge of everything." he set the little girl on his chair as he stood up and walked towards me. "Here is an example; say everyone here creates a pack of wolves, I am the alpha and omega, you are just one of the other males whom wait their turn. All that I piss on is mine. All that I capture is mine. Understood?" he asked. I nodded slightly, keeping a straight face. "Therefore that child is mine." he said as a final ending, waving me off.

I left heated with rage. I am going to kill Malcolm. I stormed into my room slamming the door behind me. I turned around to see Jimmy with Rachel. He was shirtless, zipping his fly up on his pants. Rachel had pulled covers over her naked body, putting her legs together as Jimmy moved from in between them.

"Sorry." I said opening the door to leave.

"No. We had just finished. I am leaving to take her back now." Jimmy offered.

Then I remembered throwing Lizzie in the room where I got Rachel from. "There is a new girl there, umm her name is Lizzie, tell her- tell her I am sorry, and that I will fix everything."

The girl nodded.

Then Jimmy left with her when she was dressed.

I sat on my bunk with my head in my hands. When someone entered the room slamming the door hard. I looked up to see the boy who watched his girlfriend be raped.

"Who are you?" I asked sternly.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. He was leaning on the door pounding the shit out of it.

"Hey! Hey! You're going to break the damn door!" I yelled at him.

He turned and looked at me, his face was red, like he had just run five miles. Then said, "I don't give a fuck even if I burn the whole God damn place down!"

"What made you have such a bad attitude? Did ur girl have her baby and was it taken?" I asked implying my issue.

"I don't know where she is or what you did to her, but if I find out that she in any way is harmed, I am gonna fuck you all with a Bazooka!" he yelled, pointing at me.

"Yeah you and me both..." I said trailing off.

"What?!" he said.

"I said I hate this place too." I answered more calmly.

"Can you take me to Tryst so she can get the fuck out of here?" he asked.

It confronted me that we could get out of here, maybe my baby too, but what will the risks be? Both of us want our girls and babies out safely but how are we going to do it? So much to do...

"I can, but you have to help me." I said firmly. His face softened a little.

->Trysti's p.o.v
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Rachel was escorted back to our room, she wasn't happy because she didn't get new clothes. But then again we all weren't.

"Where's the new girl?" Rachel asked.

I pointed to the bathroom. Rachel walked over to the door and knocked.

"What!?" Someone screamed.

The new girl opened the door her face puffy from crying. "What?" she asked again.

"Thomas says he is truly sorry and says he will make things better, he said he will." Rachel said soothingly. The new girl burst into tears and hugged Rachel.

"Lizzie, I think he is coming up with a plan." Rachel says hugging her back, and petting her hair.

So Lizzie has Thomas to count on. I have nothing but a baby that will soon be born.

->4 weeks later...
Time had passed so quickly. I keep thinking that my water is going to break any moment now, but it never does. I am nervous, I have never thought that having a baby would be so difficult, and I don't know how.

Lizzie and I have become close, she keeps saying that she will help me give birth, but I don't want any one around when I do. I don't know why.

Natasha was taken today and hasn't returned on a normal schedule. I worry a lot now that I am about to have a baby.

I refuse to sit anywhere, afraid that if I do the baby will die, I know it's weird but I don't know what to worry about any more. It's like I have lost my sane side and my insaness has fully developed.

I wish Roy was here, he would comfort me and keep us both sane. Right now he is the only one I want....

But now that he is gone, the baby is all I have to remember him by...

I now lay on a red bed, refusing to tell any of the girls my story even Lizzie. I don't want to remember any of it... Sex, him holding me, me pregnant, then him dying. I began to cry, now remembering that i would never fall in love with anyone because they are just going to be ripped from my grasp.

"You don't have to live like this you know," Lizzie said stroking my hair.

"Live like what?" I sob out.

"Being lonely, it's always nice to share what's on your mind, something can help it." Lizzie said gently.

I considered it. Thinking of how it would be nice to tell someone what is bothering me, but before I could say anything, all the girls came to sit on the bed next to me, smiles on their beautiful faces.

Natasha then entered the room, smiling- she actually was smiling!

"Tryst, Roy isn't dead." she said.

Right then my water broke.
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