Day 3
It had been a few days since Nathan had been taken and returned. The captive kids had figured out that they would only be fed once in a time period. With no other information to work with, the time in between meals became a day. Obviously though, the scavs had no interest in providing actual food.
Instead, they used the kidnapped children as trash disposal, feeding them the scraps of their own food. Unfortunately, there was nowhere near enough to feed everyone. It wasn’t too bad to start with. The hunger was present but not intense enough to overwhelm everyone’s morals. However, the signs were beginning to appear. Sophie wasn’t entirely sure if it was a purposeful choice on the scavs end, to instigate conflict amongst the children but it also didn’t really matter.
This simmering tension didn’t escape the eyes of Mia and Carlo, the two ‘leaders’ of the group. The older girl remained in charge of her family, while the older boy was in a similar position. Sophie could tell it wouldn’t be long before a proper conflict erupted between the two groups, regardless of what their leaders did.
The reborn girl looked at the other cages. New captives were brought in everyday, though they all seemed to be from different parts of Night City. Some appeared to be Westbrook locals while others looked to be from Heywood. The scavs weren’t stupid. If dozens of people went missing in one area, someone was bound to investigate.
The cage with the two teenagers had been filled significantly more, though the original two were no longer there. Both had been taken and used for XBD’s over the last few days. They hadn’t survived, something the scavs seemed to take great joy in. Night City’s rats had happily showed off the tortured corpses to their captives before taking them in the direction of the harvesting room.
One thing was certain: the situation was getting worse.
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Day 5
Sophie stared at another one of Carlo’s friends, a girl named Rio. She had been taken earlier that day. Her screams still seemed to linger in the ears of the kids. When she was returned, by that same bulky scav, she was in a far worse state than Nathan had been. Almost completely naked, with only a few rags desperately clinging to her frame.
The same type of injury covered the entirety of her body and her body hadn’t stopped shaking. Sophie’s eyes lingered lower, noting the presence of various liquids. Disgusting, filthy bastards. Rio seemed to find safety only with Carlo, who had remained by her side since she returned. With Nathan also injured and traumatised, the older boy was beginning to get desperate.
Sophie turned her gaze and looked at Mia. The older girl was an absolute saint, in her opinion. Not just because of the care she showed to her family, but also the care and love she gave to Sophie. She even tried to help Carlo’s friends, though the older boy had rejected the offer.
For some reason, Mia had taken Sophie under her wing, treating her as a member of their family. All of them had, in fact. It had initially confused her, considering she hadn’t officially given an answer about whether or not she wanted to be part of it. When she asked, the reply was simple: you’re already one of us. We’re all in this together, and we’ll get out of it together. From then on, Sophie had accepted that she now had people to care for.
Alongside her entry into Mia’s family, the scavs had seen fit to continue their kidnapping operations. There were more teenagers, but the third cage was also seeing use. In fact, it was the worst of the three, in Sophie’s opinion.
Filled with elderly people and children. Not children like Sophie and her new family but actual children. Ranging from about four to nine, their scared faces were a continual presence during captivity. The elderly captives tried their best to look after and comfort the younglings but ultimately, there was only so much they could do.
To further increase the problems, the issue of food was truly beginning to appear. Carlo was desperate to maintain the strength of his family, while Mia was the same. Obviously, Sophie chose to stand with her friend. The older girl had been nothing but kind. With the time that had passed, some of the damage the reborn girl had sustained was healed. Not properly but it was getting there.
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Day 7
“No! Tessa!” Mia cried out, trying to stop the burly scav from walking away with the wiry girl. Sophie and Jay both joined in, trying to block the man from leaving. A heavy boot kicked out. The reborn girl was able to see the attack, but she simply wasn’t fast enough. Exhaustion, a lack of food and her remaining injuries prevented her from reacting in time.
The foot lodged itself in her guts, flinging her into the cage walls. Jay followed a moment later and Mia was backhanded to the ground.
“Fuck off, you filthy rats!” The scav sneered at them, striding away with the crying girl slung over his shoulder.
“No!” The anguished wail escaped Mia’s throat as she burst into sobs. Clutching her pained stomach, Sophie made her way over, dropping to her knees and cradling her friend. Lyra joined in, having stayed away early, fearing she would get in the way of the poor rescue attempt.
“Why!? Why are they so cruel!?” For the first time, the older girl broke down, the weight of the situation proving too much. The two younger girls took turns caring for their friend, while Jay stood guard, watching Carlo’s group like a hawk.
The other group of kids was down a member. Nathan had been taken again the previous day, only for his young corpse to be paraded past to the harvesting room. Looking at the remaining kids and Carlo himself, Sophie could see a mix of relief and self-directed disgust. Relief that none of them had been taken, disgust for feeling that way.
A few hours later, Tessa was returned to the cage. Her expression was dull and she didn’t respond to anything the group said. She was in similar condition to Rio when she was returned, which clearly demonstrated what had been done to her. Sophie could feel her rage boiling. Even if it was recent, these kids were her friends. To see Tessa, previously cheerful and mischievous, now a broken, spiritless doll, was painful. Everyone was slowly breaking. It was only a matter of time.
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Day 14
It was Sophie’s turn. She hadn’t been touched at all for two weeks. There was seemingly no reason, maybe just dumb luck. Yet it didn’t change the fact that she was the last to be taken. Only Mia, Carlo and Jay had any amount of life remaining in them. Lyra was still able to speak and move, but she now had a vacant look in her eyes most of the time. Gone was the motherly girl.
Rio, Sam and Marcel, two from Carlo’s group and one from Sophie’s, had been killed. Sasha, Sam’s twin, had been absolutely gutted by his death. Paired with her own trauma, the girl was practically comatose. She didn’t respond to anything or anyone. It was only a matter of time before the scavs got rid of her.
Sophie didn’t struggle when the burly scav came for her. There was no point, considering their resistance hadn’t worked at all for the past two weeks. To make matters worse, she was absolutely exhausted and hungry. Slung over the man’s shoulder, the reborn girl looked straight into Mia’s eyes. The older girl watched her, tears falling to the floor. The days of captivity had brought the pair closer, especially when the younger girl rocked her older friend to sleep after the first day she was tortured.
Sophie was carried through the scav den, noting down everything she saw. If there was a chance to escape, every scrap of knowledge would be useful. It didn’t take her long to discover exactly how big the scav group was.
She saw at least 30 grunts, all of whom wore the same hologram mask. There were another two scavs similar to the one carrying her, plus a massive monster of a man. Every visible part of his body, including most of his face, was chrome. A borg? Jesus Christ. None of the rooms seemed too important, mostly acting as storage or relaxation areas. They did walk through one room that was different.
A massive furnace, cranked as hot as it could go, was in the middle. An assortment of corpses lay on the ground in front of it, eerily reminiscent of that one Cyberpunk 2077 quest. Passing through that room however, brought Sophie to her destination.
A large, bedroom type room was in front of her. Scattered around the floor and on the shelves lining the walls was an assortment of sex toys. Some were easily recognisable, like whips and dildos. Others were entirely unfamiliar. There was however, a blood stained chair and bed. Four scavs stood in different positions throughout the room. She was thrown onto the bed, a relatively small body bouncing slightly as she landed.
“Well girlie, looks like your time ‘as come,” one of them spoke, his face twisted into a sinister grin. All of the scavs present had their masks off, though Sophie wasn’t entirely sure why. “Had to wait for you to heal up, didn’t we? Couldn’t have you breaking too fast, eh.” Those words marked the beginning of Sophie’s personalised hell.
Whips cracked against her skin, leaving trails of blood. Objects of various lengths and sizes, some attached to the scavs and others not, all entered her body. Knives cut through her flesh, some heated to absurd heats to cauterise the wounds, ensuring she didn’t bleed out. All the while, Sophie stared directly into her torturer's eyes.
Her eyes blazed in defiance, even with the pain wracking her body. She refused to break. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
Hours later, they finally stopped. Sophie didn’t dare sigh in relief though. She didn’t know if it would trigger more torture.
“Well, this one looks to be pretty tough. Her body can’t take much more though. Take her back.” With a wave of his hand, the slimy man, seemingly the leader, took his leave. While the burly scav picked her up, she was able to hear the fading words of her abusers.
“Got a good virtu. Gonks love watching someone like that get broken…” The rest of the conversation escaped her hearing. Still, it suggested that the abuse would continue. And that meant she wouldn’t be dead, at the very least.
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When she was thrown back into the cage, Sophie and Mia stared at each other. Only once she was sure that the scav had disappeared did the younger girl let her tears start to fall. The older girl immediately rushed to her side, grabbing and holding her close. Together they bawled their eyes out.
“We’ll get out of this Soph. I promise.” The whispered words lulled the younger girl to sleep, still cradled in her friend’s arms.