52 Grabbing (2/2)

I get to my feet.

”Put your clothes back on.”

I get dressed, feeling even worse than I did when I was undressed. It is odd how the act of being stripped and spanked and fucked can feel so much more comforting than being told to get dressed.

”Come with me.”

He turns on his heel and walks away without looking back to see if I am following.

”Better go after him, girl,” Mattias prompts me when I shoot a lost look at him.

I scurry after Oren, following him out of the building and through the streets. It's like he doesn't know if I'm there or not and he doesn't care. I know he's angry at me for leaving the camp. I know he's angry that I came to what could have been a war zone. I know I deserve punishment.

Suddenly I know where we are going.

”No... Oren...”

He doesn't turn his head. He doesn't even act as though he can hear me. He walks toward that concrete wall. The place I first saw the horrors. I don't want to see them again. I know if I look again, it will not be the faces of strangers I will see...

”Come. On.”

He is impatient. He doesn't understand why I am so terrified. Or perhaps he does. Perhaps my punishment is to see what should never be seen, to have more horror written in my mind...

There is a gate now. Perhaps there always was and I just didn't see it. Oren waits next to it, his tall frame taut with impatience.

”I can't go in there,” I try to explain.

He grabs me by the back of my shirt and drags me through the gate. The scream I have on my lips dies when I see what is behind the gate.

The field of horrors is gone. It is grass, and where bodies once lay contorted on the ground, there are neat markers.