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Bad End
Ending #1
The True Valedictorian
By Razor7826
So this is how life as I know it ends.
I haven’t truly slept in what feels like weeks, the men here constantly interrupting the brief moments of shut-eye to rape and violate my body. I spend every moment of every day collared and chained to the wall of a stone and metal dungeon, arms bound behind my back with leather wrist cuffs. I’ve long since been trained away from trying to bite down on any stray penises, since the one attempt led to a severe beating that I dare not repeat. While I may be filled with malice for my assailants, my behavior is still tempered by dread that things could be worse.
I, Natalie Tweed, should have known better than to mess with Sarah Sloan. A total shark, we battled it out for over three years to see who would be the valedictorian. More than once she pulled ahead with an extra A+ on her report card, trumping my traditional A’s. None if it made sense, though. Her work was no better than mine, nor were her test scores, by both my judgment and that of everyone else in my class.
Sarah Sloan was the stereotypical prim and proper upper-class temptress, the sole heir to the vast fortune of her elderly father and deceased mother. While clearly devoted to her school work, nobody respected her intelligence. I, on the other hand, was the nerdy genius type. Rarely a class period went by that I didn’t have my nose in an extracurricular book, knowing that even if I didn’t pay attention I could get the grades I needed. The honest truth was, that, until I started applying to colleges, I didn’t really care about my GPA, my minimal effort existing only to appease my parents. I wasn’t even particularly social. While I had a nice white complexion and lithe body, I always hid it behind comfortably sweat shirts and the such, valuing comfort over style.
My academic outlook changed as a stared down the huge financial burden of higher education. The beginning of my senior year was marked by obsessive compulsive tendencies on everything that pertained to school work. Frequent all-nighters, a shunned social life, and a total disregard for the things I used to love were the prices I had to pay to cover those last few grade points.
Yet still Sarah Sloan bested my GPA. How was that possible? I was way smarter than her, and far more capable of producing great work, something that was proven over and over and over. Something was not adding up.
So, I began to pry, a mistake that would cost me both my freedom and my innocence. I followed her, asked around. Nobody thought anything was suspicious about her achievements but me.
Eventually the following paid off. One night in February I was at the school library late, finishing up research for an English paper. On the way out to my car, I noticed that Sarah’s car was still there. What could this mean? She had no reason to be here this late, so I decided to look around.
A few minutes into my search, I saw Sarah walking down the deserted hallway, heading for the main office. Her back was turned to me, but I could recognize her meticulous hair from a mile away. I followed her, making sure she never noticed me. Looking around, she entered the main office and knocked on the Principal Sola’s door. The door unlocked and opened up, and Sarah disappeared behind the door before it locked shut. Things were starting to get interesting.
I quickly made my way to the door, where I crouched down and put cupped my ear against the wood. On the other side, I could hear slurping noises, and as I began to understood the secret to Sarah’s success, I let out an audible gasp. Realizing my mistake, I covered my mouth, but it was too late- the mistake had sealed my fate. The slurping noises stopped at the door opened. In front of me stood the principal, hastily dressed, his shirt untucked.
“Ms. Tweed, what do you think we are doing? Are you trying to spy on us?” Principal Eric Sola was an intimidating man. Tall, dark well-kept hair, and in his early thirties, he rose through the administrative system on the strength of his no bull-shit attitude. I looked down and saw Sarah peeking up from the other side of the principal’s desk, her bare shoulders telling her tale. “Why don’t you come in. We need to have a little talk.” He then grabbed my arm and helped me up, though he showed no aversion to being a little rough with me.
Inside the office, Sarah was busy redressing, trying her best to stay out of sight. Fumbling around out of site, she eventually realized that there was no use attempting to hide what they were doing. As was my usual approach, I decided to just be up front about what I knew and what I was going to do with that information. “I know you two were having sex, and I’m not going to keep it a secret. Now I know how her grades ended up higher than mine.” I turned to the door and started to leave, but the principal grabbed me by my collar and yanked me back into his office.
“Shit! Why the hell did you have to go and say all that? Sarah, what should we do?”
The pampered princess finished putting her clothes back on and smiled at her illicit lover. “Some business associates of my father would love to work with a girl like her. Let me place a few phone calls while I organize things.” She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed one of the numbers in her phonebook. Meanwhile, the principal held each of my wrists so hard they hurt.
“What are you doing, Dr. Sola? Don’t make things worse than they already are!” I yelled, sounding like a shameless do-gooder. He merely smiled back at me.
“I believe you are the one that should be worrying about how bad things can get.” What he said started to get me worried. What were they planning to do with me? Obviously they were none too happy with my honesty. I tried screaming for help, but Dr. Sola merely removed my right shoe, took off my sock, and then crammed it into my mouth. I continued to struggle, but the futility quickly became apparent and I gave up, instead waiting for a more opportune moment to attempt escape.
Within fifteen minutes, Sarah’s friends showed up, a group of men all in their twenties. Their leader, a bald Italian man, asked Sarah what they wanted to do with me. “Take her to the factory. Use her as a cum dump for all eternity, as far as I care. As long as she spends the rest of her life in misery and can never relay what she saw her today, I don’t give a damn.” The men smiled as they took me away. As I was tossed into the men’s van, I saw one of them take the keys out of my now stolen purse and drive away in my car, probably to be cubed at some shady junkyard. My long term prospects were not looking good.
When we reached the destination, the men took Sarah’s request literally, which is how I ended up in the horrible situation with which I began my story.
I have no freedom to speak of. Just a few feet of slack between my chain and the wall, my entire body always resting in what amount to just a giant toilet. A handle on the wall flushes my little pen with water, sweeping away all cum, waste, and tears, leaving me clean and ready for further assault.
They don’t let me sleep, and I’m starting to lose my mind because of it. Who knows how much time has passed. Days? Weeks? Months?
The life I once had is over. I was the smartest girl in my school, destined to a life of success, but because I poked my nose where it didn’t belong I’ve lost everything. My entire life now consists of nothing but endless rape, a stream of men using me for both their physical pleasure and for the fulfillment of their mental sadism.
What felt like years later, the initiator of the crimes against me paid a visit. Sarah Sloan wore an expensive black dress, with a fur coat over it. Her hair was still as elaborate as usual, her skin completely without blemishes, and body fine and trimmed. She walked over towards and deg her high heel into my stomach, until she was certain that I was paying attention. “Hello, you dumb bitch. Don’t you feel kind of stupid for trying to spy on me? For all the kinds of genius you thought you were, couldn’t you tell that crossing the daughter of a mob family would be a bad idea?” I really had no idea she was mob connected, but I guess I should have seen the signs. “You tried ruining everything, you fucking cunt. Fortunately, everything got packaged away nicely. We made it look like your car went into the ocean while you took a scenic route home, and your body was never recovered.” I could hear what she was saying, but I was unable to comprehend it all in my exhausted state.
“My dear father passed away last week, leaving all of this under my control. Perhaps someday I’ll let you go, but for now I think your presence is required to keep my employees happy. Farewell, Natalie. I guess you weren’t nearly as smart as you thought you were.” Sarah watched in glee as one of her subordinates mounted me and began fucking my ass.
Every moment, I hope and pray that these men will get bored of me and just let me rest, but there are just too many different men for such a thing to be a possibility. I know that for the rest of my life, I’ll be kept like this.
The events leading up to my capture run through my mind constantly. If I had done any number of things differently, I could have escaped this fate, but I failed.
This is the price of my error.
BAD END #1
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