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Door's face is sticky with blood.

She screamed for hours, off and on, before anyone came into the room.

There was silence, and then there were hands combing through her hair, stroking down her neck, cupping her breasts, pushing aside her shirt to fondle her stomach.

Door felt a rush of cold anger, anger and revulsion, but she was tied up, incapable of movement.

And then the idiot stuck his tongue into her mouth. With savage triumph, she bit down as hard as she could.

A spary of warm blood gagged her even as the man molesting her jerked back, screaming, leaving a hunk of his tongue between her teeth.

As he ran from the room, she spat it out and began screaming again.

Later - hours or minutes, she doesn't know - there are more footsteps, but these are quick and light. Water is poured down her throat, and she strains her ears to hear the conversation being held over her head.

"Can't believe they-"
"-isn't right-"
"-at least Eduord will never stick his tongue down my throat again-"
"-shhh, someone will hear-"

Young. The girls talking can't be more than fifteen.

"Help me," Door rasps.

There is a long silence.

"We can't," one of them finally whispers, though the other gasps and whispers "No, no, no, shhhh."

"There's a whole world out there," Door says, her voice cracking. "A world where you can choose who sticks his tongue down your throat. I'll take care of you, make sure you're safe. Just help me get out of here."

There is a long silence, and then retreating footsteps.

Door sighs.

And then Door screams.

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