"Move your f*cking ass or I'll make sure that gets tired tonight!"

"You lot are slow! Keep this up and I'll make sure y'all will sleep outside today!"

"You assholes piss me off so much! Be grateful you'll only be whipped today!"

These are the average words you hear in the mines. For someone outside it may sound a little cruel, but for the mine workers these can be considered a lucky day. 

BECAUSE THERE ARE DAYS WHEN IT WAS LITERAL HELL.

To Geneva it was a day like no other, perhaps a little mellow than usual.

She was one of the first generations of labor force of the Marcxus Empire, the corrupted empire that invaded their kingdom 15 years ago. During the turmoil, all abled bodied men of their Kingdom was sent to the front lines, the weak and women served in the labor force as slaves of their evil empire in their invasions across the continent. 

One of the first places the Marcxus Empire secured were the mines. 

Geneva was taken to the mines when she was 35 years old. And for 15 years, she survived the ordeal.

She just turned fifty years old last month. Her hands which used to be beautiful, now thick with calluses, dried and with lots of wrinkled lines. Her face which used to be glowing has lost it's elasticity and color, now wrinkles are showing, black from the ashes and soot. Her strong body is now starting to feel the compounded abuse from long hours of heavy work. 

Covered in bruises...

Countless wounds and injuries...

Underfed and lack of rest..

Illness she feel but doesn't know what it is..

Dull, soulless eyes that already gave up many years ago..

Frankly speaking, her spirit already gave up way long before.

Her only reason for lasting this long, which is her extraordinary body, is now starting to crumble.

"Oh! We've got another batch of recruits!" A soldier said with exhaliration.

A group of 100 women entered the mine. They were dressed in thick jackets and leather boots, a minimum provided for those working in the mines. 

"LINE UP!!"

A man with huge figure, a full beard, and stands 6 feet tall appeared.

He had silver rings in all his fingers, and two gold rings in one of his ear.

This man, serving as the overseer of this mines, is a veteran of two major campaigns!

Geneva, due to her long service, somewhat already learned a thing or two about ranks and strenght of the empire soldiers. News of the new mines overseer was announced 3 months ago but this is first time he showed himself. 

And she knew immediately this one is not just a nobody, atleast a famed soldier of the offensive army.

"Separate the young ones to those 40 and above!" ordered by the overseer.

The soldiers separated the women as ordered. 

Sixty four women aged 15-40.

Thirty six women past age 40.

"How many are 25 and below?" asked by the overseer.

"Nine women sir!"

The Overseer walked towards the eight women separated from the group.

Four girls seems to be younger than the rest.

The Overseer went to the youngest.

"You lad, what's your age?"

"18 sir." 

The girl replied with her head down, holding her hands while trembling in front of her.

The next events was shocking to the newcomers.

But to Geneva, she had seen this many times.

" You'll go with me and serve me for three days"

"Sir??"

The girl with a confused face asked. In that moment the Overseer grip her cheeks and angrily stared at the young girl, putting his face close to her while saying the lines..

"You are pretty, but an idiot. I hate idiots. Of course by serving me it means you'll serve my bed! Do you understand??"

"Y..yes sir.."

"Good! You follow me and you won't suffer."

The Overseer turned to his soldiers and the rest of the women.

"Get these old hags to work in the mines immediately. I don't want stagnation, the war effort is growing every minute. We need all hands to be working!"

"Yes sir!!!" the soldiers unanimously saluted to the Overseer.

"Ah before I forget, as reward for you smelly grunts, feel free to do as you like with the rest of the young ones for one hour. You hear me?? EXACTLY ONE HOUR ONLY!! Don't injure them, we need them to work on the mines, and never touch the frail old ones!"

"YES SIR!!!"

The soldiers happily and excitedly answered in unison.

In an instant, they grabbed the young women. 

Undressed them then and there. 

And raped them!

Without even bothering to go into the barracks, they did abused the women in the open with everyone in the vicinity. Played with them while the women cry and wail, laying in the hard ground with rocks and dirt. Two hundred soldiers abusing fifty five women, tossing and passing them to each other like playthings. The remaining eight youngest women being shared by the four supervisors of the mines.

Some screamed for help.

Some tried to fight back.

Others just accepted it while crying in silence.

At the back of the mind of these women, they already knew this would happen as a captive woman of an evil, invading empire. It's almost obvious, and with stories of these happening likely circulating in every community, this is to be expected. 

However, hope is something humans cling on to, meager as it maybe.

They likely hoped it would be different. That they might only served as grunt workers.

But that hope was crushed by this very moment. 

Reality is evil, and the world is unfair.

The tunnel mines were filled with the cries for help and misery of the women.

It echoed through all the tunnels.

Their cries are still hoping, a hope that a miracle would come and save them.

Little did they know that every one working in that mine had been stripped of emphaty already in this scenario. They had seen this time and time again. Heard the same cries, seen the same event many times.

AND HAD BEEN THROUGH THE SAME MISERY AS WELL.

"Now they know what it feels like." emotionless remarks of one of the women working in the mine.

Geneva just looked at the girl with the same dead eyes as her. 

For many of the women working in this mines, this is like an initiation. A shared misery that let's you get accepted by the other women. Quiet ironic that their fellow women is actually wishing they experience this evil. Humans are weird.

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" One hour is finished, bastards!" a mine supervisor screamed.

"Whoah, it feels like just minutes though."

"I feel refreshed, haven't had new laborers in a long time!"

..etc etc

The one hour of suffering just finished.

A lot of idle talk between the soldiers like they just finished watching a sport competition can be heard all throughout.

The women, all messed up, battered, bruised are in a state of confusion. They were just used as plaything, left naked and dirty.

"I..I can't! I..I can't live like this..(sob)"

That girl, around in her twenties, grabbed a pointed rock and cut her neck.

Blood spilled around, in moments she stopped moving.

SHE'S DEAD, KILLED HERSELF.

Three others did the same, sprawling blood all over. They all fell dead in a moment.

These are the women who couldn't live with what happened earlier.

The rest of the women who were laying naked couldn't even be bothered with those who just did a suicide, they were too traumatized to even be shocked despite the blood sprawling all over.

"GODDAMIT I've lost the bet!"

"Me too!"

"Told ya less than 5 will take their lives today haha, I won big time!"

The soldiers started paying one another, some were happy with their winnings, some were disappointed. Apparently, they also take bets on who will self immolate after raping the women.

"Now you lot, stop acting all gloomy. We'll give you thirty minutes to collect yourselves, after that you all will start working! Anyone not ready in thirty minutes is sure to service us this night, and by us I mean the whole company even if you are alone! "

The women, still out of their wits, started moving like undeads. Picked their clothing, and one by one sat themselves in the corner while waiting for instructions.

To them, this is a horrendous part of their life. To those who had been working in the mines for a long time, this was no surprise. 

Geneva wished she could tell these women, this is just the start of everything.