DAY 27

Autumn was just sitting huddled in the corner, trying to keep herself warm and staring at the ceiling like she always does, when the door to her cell opened with a loud clink and two of the more familiar drones, James and Adam, entered dragging Emily. They dumped her on the floor and left quickly without even so much as looking at Autumn.

After a few minutes, Autumn stood up and dragged Emily to the corner and then held her closely, providing warmth and waiting for her to awaken. Emily… wasn’t taking any of this very well and would often suffer from nearly continuous panic attacks, especially after awakening from a procedure.

They had grown to be close friends over the last few weeks. In fact, they were basically the only people in their world for the last few weeks. The drones had moved Autumn into her own cell after the week one and had left her completely alone for several days before Emily had been brought in. She was a Day 1 when they had thrown her into the cell with Autumn. The first Day 1 Autumn had encountered at that point. Since then, nobody else had shared a cell with her. Like all the girls, she was gorgeous in her own right, a petit redhead, like Autumn, with a surprisingly perky chest for her age.

Emily would often cry, often think about home, her family, her boyfriend. She was kind and gentle. She was only 18, practically a child still, who had loved life and didn’t understand what was happening to her or why she was here. Autumn had tried to explain what little she knew but Emily just couldn’t quite accept any of it. Even Autumn had trouble accepting any of it. She had yet to ever see the Master, and there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to anything. The explanations she had encountered thus far came from the other girls she had been celled with for the first week before they threw her in here. For all Autumn knew, the Master might not even be real. Maybe this was actually just hell and she was already dead.

Emily started to wake up, and Autumn clinched her close.

“What. Oh. Oh god.” Emily murmured. “Oh god.” She started to cry and held onto Autumn like her life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Autumn cried with her for a while, and eventually said “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I just… I just want to go home. I just want to go home! Why am I here? The things… the things they did to me.” Emily was bawling at this point, rivers running down her cheeks, her words broken by sobs.

“They peeled off my skin! My whole skin! I had no fucking skin Autumn! WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO ME!?” she shrieked at the ceiling. “IT HURT. IT FUCKING REALLY HURT!”

Emily didn’t used to curse at all, but after a day or two of being in this place, it was hard to blame her for picking it up. At a certain point you run out of words to express your anguish when you are being carved apart while fully conscious.

“I hate them. I HATE THEM!” she screamed and sobbed. “How could anyone get enjoyment from doing these things to someone. What is the fucking point?”

Autumn didn’t have an answer. She didn’t know much more than Emily about the drones or why they did these things. The things she did know she had learned, like everything else, from the other girls in her first week. The drones are sadistic assholes. The drones are all men. The drones don’t use the machine, they grow old and die. The drones never say anything meaningful to the girls. They just rape, taunt, and torture. That’s why the girls referred to them as drones, even though they are people, what personality they have they never share with any of the girls, ever. The only reason she even knows any of their names is from when she overhears them talking to each other.

Emily was shaking and bawling in Autumns lap. Autumn was crying too. “I gotta keep it together” she thought to herself. Strength was a hard commodity of late, but Emily had given Autumn more strength. Someone to help, someone to be strong for, someone to nurture. Autumn had to stay strong for her, because Emily couldn’t be strong for herself. And because Autumn loved her.

Not in a sexual way, but as she might love a friend or a sister. They had shared so much in the last few weeks and they were the only people they had left now. Autumn knew about Emily’s geeky boyfriend from back home, about her favorite plush toys and all their names, including Mr Snuggs, and about how her favorite food was strawberries. She knew about the time she blew Jake from History class and how she spent days afterward crying and lamenting and fearing her boyfriend leaving her. He forgave her. She loved him dearly, especially after that. She hadn’t even had her braces removed before she came here. Perhaps at some point they will pull her teeth out, Autumn had thought to herself, and when the machine restores them the braces would be gone. Weird thoughts.

After a few hours of holding each other, the crying subsided and they both dozed off into an uneasy sleep.

Only to be interrupted by the sounds of the door opening again, with an unmistakable clink.

Autumn’s eyes sleepily opened to see 4 drones entering the cell. Weird, she wasn’t certain she had ever seen 4 drones in the same room her entire time here. Wasting no time, they approached the two of them and quickly grabbed Emily, jarring her from her sleep.

“Wait, what are you doing!?” Autumn asked, growing more alarmed by the second.

They lifted Emily up and she started squirming, her eyes suddenly wide and filled with terror.

“No, not again, you already did her today!” Autumn yelled as she scrambled to her feet. “You can’t do her twice in a day, that’s not how the machine works!!” But before she could say more, one of the drones punched her in the gut and grabbed her. Despite their struggling, they dragged them both out into the hallway and toward the procedure rooms, Emily’s crying and begging being the only spoken words.

“HELP ME AUTUMN!” Emily screamed as they strung her up by her wrists in the middle of the room. Autumn had been bound to the steel chair in the corner. There was always a chair, and there was often a girl bound there, forced to watch the horrific tortures which took place here. But Autumn hadn’t been made to watch since the first time, before her own first procedure. She had come to assume that it was something for the new girls only, something to build their own fear and anticipation.

Watching Emily go through the procedure was going to be hard. She had preferred not to think too much about it, not to imagine too much. Emily was such a loving and gentle person, it was hard to imagine her being put through such unthinkable levels of suffering. Autumn had hardly even noticed the tears streaming down her own face.

“I’m here with you Emily, it’s going to be ok!” she replied. Or lied. Hard to interpret.

“PLEASE AUTUMN I AM SO SCARED! PLEASE HELP ME!” … the begging was starting to sting Autumn’s core. The helplessness. Why were they making her watch this?

Emily’s face revealed the true level of her panic as she was hoisted up by two ropes, one attached to each wrist. She was left standing but barely, and was mainly just hanging from the ropes with her feet dragging on the floor. All but one of the drones left the room and the remaining one began to fetch the tools from the hatch in the corner of the room. Knives again. These drones weren’t very creative it seemed.

Emily was trembling visibly as the drone named David approached her with an unnecessarily large blade in hand. “No… please” she whimpered.

“Oh yes. Yes indeed.” the drone replied. He waved the knife in her face and laughed as she started bawling. “Please just let me go, I can’t take this anymore. PLEASE!” she cried and shrieked at the same time. The drone kept laughing in her face and then suddenly slapped her hard, causing her to instantly become dead silent, though her eyes still failed to belie her emotion. She was a total wreck.

Autumn couldn’t help but watch as he raped her in the ass as she hung from those ropes. Her own mind raced with anger and chaos. Every time Autumn was tortured it was hellish beyond reason, but this was somehow even worse. Watching someone she cared for deeply, someone as innocent as Emily, suffering was even worse then her own pain. “LET ME TAKE HER PLACE, PLEASE!” Autumn screamed at David.

David was balls deep in Emily’s tight young asshole at this point, fucking her as roughly as one could imagine, while Emily cried. Some of the drones seemed to delight in seeing if they could get a girl to come in the midst of the trauma and torture, and this seemed to be the case now. He reached over and started to massage Emily’s clit while she whimpered. Pretty soon the whimpering developed into moaning and before long she burst into a full on orgasm. Well, if you can call it that, the mix of pleasure and terror in her face was hard to interpret, but she was definitely coming.

And then, in the blink of an eye, he opened her stomach up from clits to tits with the long knife and dumped her guts out. Emily started screaming at the top of her lungs. Autumn had to cover her ears, her screams were so loud. And the drone kept fucking her, her guts swinging back and forth between her legs with each thrust, blood dripping all over the concrete floor.

“FUCK FUCK OH MY GOD!” Emily screamed at the ceiling. “Mmm… MOMMY!”

Autumn had to close her eyes, she couldn’t take it anymore. Nobody deserves this, this is so unfair.

“FUCKING AAAAAGH!!” Emily reeled “AAAAAAHHHHHHH MY GUTS MM… MMY GUTS!!” And the rape continued.

“JUST FUCKING END IT!” Autumn screamed at the drone. “You’re done PLEASE just put her in the god damned machine!”

The drone stopped fucking Emily for a moment, leaving her hanging from her wrists and screaming at her own exposed viscera. He then turned to Autumn with a strange look, almost a smile… a psychotic one at least. He moved over to Emily’s frontside and grabbed her guts and moved them aside, reaching within her stomach. And then up, into her chest. Emily’s eyes were fluttering and her breathing grew more intense.

Something was wrong. Autumn realized it just as the drone started to grab at Emily’s beating heart. Something was very very wrong.

In a compulsion she had barely even thought through, Autumn shrieked at the drone. “STOP! STOP! IF YOU REMOVE HER HEART SHE WILL DIE! SHE WON’T MAKE IT TO THE MACHINE IN TIME! STOP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”

But it was too late. Before she even got the words out, the drone was holding Emily’s still beating heart in his hands. Emily’s screaming was subsiding. She stared at her heart, her expression locked in agony. And then Autumn saw her eyes glaze over. And her head slump. And then… she was just hanging there. No words, no motion.

She was dead.

“No. No. NO. NOO!” Autumn screamed. She had become an avatar of tears and fury. “NOOOO! EMILY! NOOOO YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER! YOU FUCKING COULD HAVE SAVED HER!!!”

The drone threw her now still heart on the ground with an audible splat and then began untying Emily.

“YOU. YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Autumn screamed.

The drone didn’t even look at her or respond at all.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL.”