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RE Code of Crime Ookami LoveLust Vega Bright 15, 5'1 Vega opened her eye suddenly and slowly removed her hands from the side of her face that had been covering her ears. The screams, gunshots, and whatever other noises she picked up happened to be coming from directly upstairs. The raucous sounds were so close, she couldn't stand to hear the cries of dying men. Tears fell down her face at the realization of the predicament. If someone had attacked these people, no matter how awful they were, they would soon come down here to attack her. For several weeks she had been staying in this filthy cell, down in this damp and dark cellar. Her life had turned completely upset down when these members of some gang kidnapped her and used her a bait to lure her father into giving them what they requested. And so her surprise, he father let them take her, let them do awful things to her, and not once sent a group of men to rescue her. It was truly eye-opening to find out how much her father cared for her. The torture Vega received here was unlike any other. She was beaten, for no reason other than the members felt like it. They had her sleeping on concrete floor with one blanket and nothing to hold her head when she sleep. They felt her poorly and sometimes forgot to feed her anything. And worst of all, they took her innocence away and used her body repeatedly for their own sick pleasure. She was so young and they treated her as though she were nothing. Every night she cried herself to sleep and any hope that she had when she first arrived disappeared after they had violated her. She still couldn't understand why her father had let them do this to her but it mattered no more. She had thought long and hard about the decision to end her life and found it a better alternative than this hell. A scrape piece of glass laid on the floor near her makeshift bed and she decided that it would be the weapon that would end her life. She had out for just a few more days until she knew they would be gone an extended amount of time. Vega crawled to the corner of the room, her back facing the bars of her cell in case anyone did come down there, they would not know what she was about to commit. She placed the glass at her wrist and had already started digging deep into the flesh when the sounds of screams and gunshots interrupted her thoughts. When it finally sank in that someone else was there killing these people, she panicked after realizing they would come for her next. She refocused her thoughts and tried to convince herself that a slow and agnozing death by her hands was better than by any other. She was prepared to strike her wrist when she heard someone speaking. The voice sounded vaguely familiar but all their voices sounded familiar after a while. She paused from hurting herself in a chance to see what this man would do to her. When he spoke again, his voice booming against the cell walls, she jumped and turned around to stare at his face. Cringing from the way he spoke to her, Vega immediately recognized the boy. She had only seen him one which is why he stood out to her. She looked to him with sorrow apparent in her eyes and reached for the small piece of glass again, this time to use as defense.