Merri's feet squeaked as fresh blood washed the filthy tiles. There were places where the ceiling and floors caved in, wires dangled, and rusted lockers lined the walls. Rooms had been looted for desks or any other burnable resources. Some areas were carpeted but all that remained was black tar-like stains. The walls were cracked with faded colors, and in some areas, blood stains of different ages were lit up by the pale light of the sun.

Merri kicked, thrashed, scratched, and even bit at the thug dragging her but nothing seemed to phase him. He giggled at some of the attacks, other times, he just giggled for no reason at all. There were times he would speak up, "He likes fresh. I got him a fresh one. Yes, this is a fresh one." Then the giggles began again. Merri fought as hard as she could but she began feeling tired. It seemed her only hope would be that someone would find the trail she left behind. Who was that thug talking about? That was what worried her the most in that moment. This was not part of the plans. Nothing that happened were part of the plans. Everything was supposed to be simple. Get some type of home and get a job to show up her family. How did all of this go wrong?

"Fresh one, no fight no cry or die. Die! No no do not die or cry. I have a turn!" Merri felt sick to her stomach. At one point, she felt as if vomit would be added to the trail. She had no clue what this guy was mumbling about but it didn't sound good. The guy opened a door that just swung from a single hinge then shoved Merri's body through the opening. "Boss, look! Fresh. I found young dirty fresh for Boss." Gleeful celebration took place in clapping and self-hugging from the thug.

A rough, older voice came from the center of the large auditorium, "Bring the offering closer. I can not see it from here." Merri attempted to dig her fingers into the floor but only managed to bleed on the warped, broken wood. She froze when the older guy gave a low growl of a chuckle. "This offering is young, dirty but fresh. Yes, it pleases me." The boss threw a vial at the thug, "Your prize. Now go." The thug went away doing a happy dance of sorts. It was now only the boss who grabbed Merri by the hair so roughly, she began to cry. This had no affect on her capture. He just pulled Merri to her knees then had her crawling until he threw Merri on her face in front of very old bleachers. He pushed his foot into the center of Merri's back. He then smacked the back of her head when she cried out. "Quiet or it will be the end for you. Now, let us begin." He used the same foot to kick Merri onto her back. He then grabbed at her shirt at the center of her breasts. "Naughty, dirty, little fresh warmth." With a few pulls, both of Merri's shirts were thrown aside like trash. "No cry." The slap echoed throughout the room as Merri's breasts were struck violently. The red flesh also began to bruise. "Portrait of a filthy offering." A loud clanging sound caused the boss to stop briefly. He picked up a vial he planned on using later but wanted to ensure Merri would not escape while he investigated. He created a fist through her hair, pulled back, then put drops into her eyes. He poked the tip into her eyes hard to make Merri squint. Once finished, he pushed Merri to the floor before marching toward the racket.

Matt crouched at one side of the door while Greg leaned against the opposite wall. They managed to knock out one of the Tears but since the guy was higher than the building, it was much harder. Matt was trying to catch his breath while Greg looked out for anyone that would come looking around. Matt took in a slow deep breath, even if the bitter cold burned through his lungs. "Fuck Greg, that guy was tough for being a skinny ass wipe." Matt grabbed at his chest so Greg left his spot, and knelt next to Matt. "Ah shit! I forgot how much breathing burns." Matt laid on the floor with Greg's help.

Greg rubbed his hands together to build up as much friction and heat as possible. He then cupped his hands over his friend's mouth and nose. "Just shut up and take small breaths." Echoes of someone yelling rang through the hall, "Stupid bitch." Greg sounded more concerned than angry. He looked up for a few moments, heard the noise further off before looking back at Matt, "You good now?" Matt nodded so Greg helped him stand, "Let's hope Merri is alright."

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Merri enjoyed the colors around her. There were clouds, too. They were singing quite happily. The clouds started dancing while rainbows began to twirl around them. Suddenly, flowers began to float through the air while giving off sweet scents of lavender, rose, and lilac. Merri had no idea what these smells were but enjoyed them very much. Some of the clouds pressed up against Merri, sharing their warmth. "That feels so nice." Merri smiled and hummed the little tune the clouds were singing.

The boss was quite amused how well the drugs took effect. Offerings always sounded much sweeter while under the influence. Merri now lay completely naked, unaware of what the boss was doing to her. He suckled on her hard nipples while he spread Merri's thin legs wide apart. He fingered her clit until his hand was covered with warm, sticky juices. He slid a single finger into the wet opening then smiled as he realized that he was about to break a virgin. "So, the filthy offering really is fresh." He stroked himself as he listened to the humming. In his mind, she was inviting him to do as he pleased. "Yes."

The boss was so focused on Merri that he did not hear the approach of Matt and Greg. Just as the boss was about to enter her, Greg grabbed the boss by the throat. "Get the fuck off her!" Greg locked his arm but the boss began to stand. Matt gently cradled Merri in his arms then carried her to a safer distance. He then went back to help Greg. The boss struggled but would not go down easily. Greg kept squeezing as hard as he could. Matt kicked at the boss' knees and the large man fumbled. This caused Greg to lose his grip. The boss swung, knocking Greg onto his back. "Fuck, Matt! I had him!"

The boss teetered on his feet while he swung at the air. Matt kicked him in the groin. The boss fell to his knees then to his side. "Greg, just get Merri out of here. Let's go. Now!" Both Matt and Greg were still recovering from the fight with the goon. Matt knew that neither of them would be able to get Merri out after fighting the boss. It was also possible they would have to dodge other druggies. Greg scooped Merri into his arms. She gave slight giggles as she continued humming. "Christ! He drugged her."

Matt grabbed whatever clothes or fabric he could find, "Worry about that later, just cover her up the best you can for now." He checked both ends of the hallway, "I don't see anyone, let's go. Hurry." Both guys slowly made their way toward the exit. It was slower not only because Greg carried Merri but they were also trying to keep her covered. The boss screamed in rage from behind. People began to make way towards them. Luckily, the druggies were not sober enough to know what they needed to do. "Fuck yeah! There's the exit." Matt held the door open against the wind as Greg held Merri as tight as possible against his chest.

Once they made it back to their hideout, Greg starting looking over Merri's injuries. "She is bruised up pretty bad but I don't see anything that would be too alarming." He tried to keep his focus on helping her but Greg really just wanted to go back to kick the boss' ass. "She is going to feel sore for a while. She might have a pulled muscle or two but beside that, I think she's ok."

Matt's face went red, "Ok? You think she will be ok? She was fucking violated! How is this going to be anywhere near the ballpark of ok?" The thought of going back to kill that boss crossed Matt's mind. He knew it would not be possible. In fact, this hideout was no longer safe. Every drug using crack head would be coming at them. "Did he? You know."

Greg shook his head, "I don't think so. We must have gotten to her in time." He sat near Merri who still giggled, "I have no idea how to bring her down. I don't know what he gave her." Greg looked up at Matt. His friend did not seem to hear him. "Yo! Asshole! Do you know what that guy drugged Merri with?"

Matt yelled, "Tears, you fucking moron. He gave her some fucking tears." Matt ran both hands through his hair, "We will have to worry about all that shit later. For now, we have to get the Hell out of here before those thugs show up."