Disorder


    They pushed me and cut the knot that was tying me up. After the leash was removed, I attempted to


    kick them. The guy with rotting teeth tore the clothing I was wearing. I quickly wrapped my two


    hands around my chest. The man who unbuckled the belt pushed up to my body. He squeezes my


    left chest, causing me to whimper. I tried to struggle, but my body was weakening from fear and


    sobbing.


    They took my pants off, although it was difficult because they were jeans. I surrendered because I


    realized there was no chance. My eyes welled up with tears. Only the devils’ughter rang in my


    head. The man took out his cock, which had been standing for some time. He had taken down my


    panties and was about to enter when he was trodden on in the face.


    “You’re fucked! What exactly are you?! What’s the matter with you?!” he yelled furiously.


    He raised his head to see who it was, but when he understood who the man was, his eyes widened.


    He was going to flee when he was stopped by two guards, while another two guards thrashed the


    two apanying him.


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    I stared at the man whoe to help me with fiery eyes. Despite being scared and nude, I rise and


    run towards him. I stumbled as I stood up. He approached me and put his coat around my body. I


    braced him and sobbed uncontrobly.


    “Sshhh! Everything is OK; I’m here. I’ve arrived.” Heforted me and patted my head.


    I hit my body, which was now covered with a coat, and began sobbing. “They touched me here.” I


    pressed my finger into the area they stroked. “Even here! They’re disgusting!”


    He made an effort and calm me down. His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth. I couldn’t stop


    sobbing and wailing. When he took me and walked close to the guard, I heard him mutter


    something, just enough to understand.


    “Don’t murder them. Cut only what is necessary.” He makes the rules.


    Before we could get inside his fancy car, I heard three men pleading, “Please forgive us! We had no


    intention of doing it! I have a family! I beg you!” He yelled at us, his voice is utterly broken. I would


    have looked at them, but Andrius swiftly buried my face in his chest.


    I just gazed out the window at the woods while I was in his car. My tears began to fall once again;


    what if he waste in a minute? What will happen to me? I still feel their hands on my body even


    now. I fell asleep while sobbing because my eyes were weary.


    “NO!” I awoke, racing after my breath. I’m now in my room, and I abruptly withdrew the hand that


    was holding me. Aunt Jes cleaned my face with a damp cloth. When I hugged my hand, they began


    to tremble.


    “I’m sorry. Did I scare you?” Aunt Jes looked at me worriedly as she held a wet towel. She was


    wiping my hands earlier while another towel rested on my head.


    I gazed at her with fear in my eyes, but as I realized I was in a secure ce, I gradually calmed


    down. I saw they suddenly dressed me in flowery pajamas. When I looked over at the side table, I


    noticed the food.


    “Can you tell me the time?” That was the first question I asked because I had a feeling I had slept


    for too long. I stared at the door because I feel like, I am hearing those guys approaching to kidnap


    me. My hands and feet are trembling once more. I’m not sure how much trauma those men caused


    me.


    “Miss Caroline!” Aunt Jes screamed out immediately as tears streamed back into my eyes. She


    embraced me firmly to calm me down, but... I was terrified. They seem to pay me a visit in my


    dreams.


    As the door swung open, my breathing became heavier. Aunt Jes and I hugged even tighter.


    Because I buried my hands in her arms, I feel like I’m already harming her with my nails. I was


    relieved when she mentioned the name of the man who had entered.


    “Sir Andrius!”


    I didn’t leave the hug, but my breathing was improving. I raised my head to see Andrius freshly


    washed and the man dressed in a ck polo. It appears to be fairly young and has a stethoscope


    around its neck. Because of that, I recognized him right away.


    I carefully pulled my hand from Aunt Jes, trembling. She cast a pitying look at me. She massaged


    my hair to fully calm me down. Andrius approached me, sat on the bed on which I wasying, and


    then grasped my shaking hands.


    I’m not sure if it was just because his hands were warm that I stopped shivering. The doctor then


    greeted me. He stared at Andrius and me as if he was concerned about my condition. He spoke


    after crossing his arms.


    “I’ve seen a lot of people like this. In your case, you have PTSD, also known as Post-Traumatic


    Stress Disorder. It is a mental illness that these individuals suffer from because of anything that


    happened or that they observed, such as a tragedy, war dead, etc.” He paused for a while, but


    proceeded after a second. “Sometimes when the individual has been raped or witnesses the rape,”


    he said, as if he had just read the mood of the room.


    “Then what should be done to treat her?” Andrius asked him. He listened seriously and was


    interested in what the doctor in front of us would answer. While I was just quiet and unprocessed.


    “What happened to you? Where are your parents? ” He asked me and waiting for an answer from


    me. I knew he was asking this because he needed to confirm what had caused it all. And this is his


    job, to provide a reliable answer.


    I was about to answer when Andrius suddenly spoke. “I don’t think Caroline is ready to open


    something like this. Can you juste back tomorrow?” He looked at me and seemed to be just


    waiting for me to answer.


    “No. It’s OK.” I looked at him with reassuring eyes. I also want to deal with what happened to my


    parents. I feel like I’m running away from the truth. It’s like I’m living a lie that they’re still here. “They


    died in a demolition and I was almost raped.”


    It’s as easy as that. Simple words, but they strike the heart like a dagger. It’s simple to say yet


    difficult to ept. Because I can’t breathe, I feel like a stone hasnded in my heart. I grasped


    Andrius’ arm and pulled my breath away gently.


    The doctor nodded and then answered Andrius’ question earlier. “No cure exists for PSTD, I’ll be


    honest. However, the best hope is thebination of medication and therapy.”


    After the doctor told Andrius what more he needed to know, he left. I didn’t pay attention to their talk


    since I ate the one at the side table and then rested.


    As Iid there, I remembered what they called “Miss,” who allegedly instructed them to do that.