Endless || Dan Howell x reader (sequel to Unbroken)

Eighteen~

TW // violence, sexual assault

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(Y/n) shivered, her bloodied and bruised cheek pressed against the cold concrete floor of the dingy basement. Blood stained the floor around her, matting her hair and drenching her clothes. Truthfully, it was a miracle she hadn't bled out, with her condition and all. However, if things continued in the direction they were headed, the girl definitely would not last much longer.

Little did she know, though, that this wasn't even close to the worst of it.

(Y/n) was weak, she could barely lift herself off the floor let alone try to escape her underground prison cell. Considering her diet for the last few days consisted of nothing but a few pieces of stale bread, it was safe to say she wasn't in good shape. Purple, blue, and yellow bruises and scars scattered (y/n)'s body like connect the dots with no pretty picture at the end.

All she could think about was Winnie. She didn't want to think about what Jacob could possibly be doing to her, but she just couldn't stop worrying. All (y/n) could do was hope that her daughter wasn't enduring the same treatment she was getting. Like most mothers, not including her own, she was ready and willing to give up her own life to save that of her daughter.

Despite hearing the same footsteps from above her for the last few days or so, (y/n)'s stomach dropped every time she heard someone near the door to the basement. The creak of the wooden door startled her once again, and she quickly curled herself into a fetal position as someone made their way down the stairs.

Usually when one of the guys came to visit her, they brought along a cup of dirty water and some sort of weapon, be it a steel bat, a knife or even just their hands. They delivered a few cuts or punches or whatever they desired to her stomach, face, arms, and then left promptly after. (Y/n) figured this was a way to keep her afraid and in submission to them, and she couldn't do anything about it.

The (h/c) haired girl grew more afraid with every thud she heard coming down the old staircase. The footsteps found their way into the room and continued until they finally reached a cowering (y/n) in the corner of the rectangular concrete prison.

"Get up." A gravely voice came from the man in front of her. (Y/n) shifted slowly, afraid to disobey the order but in too much pain to move quickly.
"Are you fucking deaf? I said get up." He jeered, forcefully nudging the woman. (Y/n) inhaled sharply, clutching her side as she sat upright.

She didn't recognize this guy, nor half the people who have come down here, so she couldn't be sure exactly how many people Jacob had working with him, or for him. She wondered how truly messed up you had to be to find pleasure in torturing other human beings. It was sickening.

The man brought his forefinger and thumb to his steel grey eyes, sighing with annoyance. He finally got fed up and grabbed (y/n)'s upper arm, pulling her to her feet. The woman grimaced, every bone in her body permeated with pain.

The man lead (y/n) to the stairs before stopping at the bottom. He mumbled a quiet "shit" before pulling a piece of cloth out of his back pocket. The (h/c) haired girl's heart skipped a beat when she realized it was a bag which was to go over her head. The man obviously read her expression well, rolling his eyes at her fear.

"Don't fuckin' start, okay? I don't need another god damn lecture from Mister Boss Man up there." He complained, forcing the bag over (y/n)'s head. The man silently pushed her towards the stairs, getting angry as she stumbled a few times.