Talking to Bitch Tits

Once the Black King leaves up the stairs, Bitch Tits lifts herself up to her knees. The two of you stare at each other in silence a moment before you finally decide to speak.

"I'm so sorry about what they did to you." You say, feeling awkward immediately after saying it.

"Not your fault." She replies. She has a strong voice, which seems to match with her personality considering she's refused to give into the Kings so far.

"How do you do it?" You ask

"Do what?"

"Stay... unbroken. Refuse to submit to them. Despite everything they've done to you."

"I don't know. My dad always said I had a fiery temper I guess. Sometimes I can't stop it from coming out and I just... bite a dick I guess."

You chuckle at her last remark, smiling at the idea of getting back at these bastards, even in such a small way.

"Your dad, is he still out there somewhere?" You question.

"No, these assholes killed him."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. I'll get back at them one day."

You look at the floor, wondering how realistic that is given how big this group is.

"Why did they kill him?"

"My family ran a farm up north. One day the Black Kings rocked up and demanded we give them half our food every month. When my father refused, they beat him, tied him up and made him and my brothers watch as they fucked me and my mum right in front of them. When they were done they untied him and my brothers and told him they'd be back in a month's time for another collection. My dad didn't give in. He and my brothers set up defences, bought some guns from a travelling merchant. But when the Black Kings came, there were just too many of them. They overwhelmed us and when they killed my dad, my brothers and I just gave up. They took me as payment for their lost men to be their sex ****. Now, every month they go back there and fuck my mum again in front of all my brothers before taking half our food and leaving."

"Oh my God, that's horrible, I'm so sorry."