the purge

three

I'm honored to say that this chapter is a collaboration between myself and KrazyKordei27 . We took our time to write out this chapter and give you guys the content you deserve so we both hope you all enjoy this long ass chapter!
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semi rape warning :((
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9:30 p.m.
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Her lungs burned; vocal chords straining as she screamed for the thousandth time in those mere few minutes. Minutes that would embark wounds and torments in her aching flesh for the rest of her life.

Camila felt like she was on fire, being set aflame internally and then to creep upon her frame externally. Every touch of the masked male's finger and every whisper of threats that he made against her smooth skin burned her; making lacerations that were more scarring than getting burned on a hot stove.

"Please...please" Her voice was weak and frail as the man curled his fingers inside of her puckered hole. The Latina had long stopped screaming when knowing in her heart that no one would attempt to help her on this night. "You've taken a lot from me this night. Please j-just spare me m-mercy and kill me quickly."

The man peered up from her bruised neck and his uncovered eyes board into her own. An unknown glint shone in his ocean blue eyes but it lasted for only a second before he released a gut wrenching laugh.

"You don't make the rules here, princess," The caucasian man seethed, pushing her body deeper into the metal wires of the gate and Camila winced as she felt her clothes being torn along with scratches forming from the impact on the small of her back. "It's my right as an American to release any source of pent up anger that's inside of me. You nor anyone can take that from me, bitch."

She doesn't know if it was the rage of being violated and called such a vulgar name but somehow she mustered up the strength to free her hand from his constraint and tug on the piece of broken metal wire from above her. It finally broke free and she stabbed the man in his left eye. He screamed in agony as he released her to clutch onto his injured eye. Karla managed to kick him hard in the groin and took this opportunity to get away from her tormentor. However, it was easier said than done as one step knocked her to the ground due to the wounds he had given her from earlier.  It burned like hell to move, let alone run, but she hoisted herself up in sheer instinct of survival and trekked down the narrow alleyway.

She was almost there, almost to the dim lights of the streets when a piercing pain resulted in her plummeting to the ground; her face meeting the cold surface of the earth. She peered behind her to see blood gushing out of her calf and noted that the source of the puncture was from a metal bullet that was lodged deeply underneath the surface of her skin. She saw the masked man saunters towards her in small strides with a rifle in hand. The brunette attempted to crawl away, hands and knees burning as they scraped against the pavement. But her actions were ceased by the man's foot stepping on her fresh wound.

He laughed maniacally making the young female sob in fear, pain, and loss. She wanted nothing more than to be dead at this moment, to once again be reunited with her deceased parents and friend.

"This is my right."

Were the words that he triumphantly repeated as a whisper at first before gradually getting louder after each chant. He cocked his gun one last time before pressing the barrel against Camila's skull. She closed her eyes shut knowing what would come next and she silently prayed that it would all end fast and that she would be relieved of the beast that is not her presumed murderer but this country and the politicians that run it.

"This is my right."

She inhaled and exhaled one last time when she heard the sound of a gun go off and she screeched; hands flying up in the air. But, she realized that she was still alive, not killed by the latter.