One of the Guards opened the cell door and shoved a girl of about 18 through with a laugh. The girl fell a few feet from the door and lay there not moving but a groan could be heard coming from her.<br/><br/>The girl slowly aroused and tried to move, she started to raise her hand to her head, she then realized her hands were behind her with some type of cuffs on them and Her head felt like it was going to split apart. "hmmmm. Where... Whats going on?" She mumbled. Painfully trying to pull herself in to a sitting position. finally she was able to lean against the wall nearest her.<br/><br/>Wincing at her own aches, another girl dragged herself to her feet and went over to help the 18 year old.  "I'm a paramedic.  Let me take a look."  She announced to the woman.  Granted she had no equipment nor was it easy to do with her cuffs on, but she felt like she had to do something and not just sit there on her butt in this dungeon they had all landed in somehow.  "Did they hurt you?"<br/><br/>Melissa smiled even though you could see the pain in her eyes. "Guess I look perty beat up hu?, Well don't worry bout it darlin, I be aight." Melissa said with her southern accent showing in every word. "side from my black eye they got a bloody nose." She said with a laugh that sent waves of pain throughout her body. She leaned heavily against the wall and closed her eyes. "I just need some rest. Maybe that will help." As she watched watch Melissa slumps down, passed out from the pain wracking her body.<br/>============<br/>Moans of pain came from Melissa as she slowly awoke, Her head hurt so bad now that she could not even think clearly. She could hear a door opening and knew that there were more soldiers there.<br/><br/>Melissa and two others were pulled to their feet and forced to walk from the room. After a few steps, though, Melissa fell. In an effort to get these prisoners moved to the new location as quick as they could, Melissa was grabbed roughly by the arm, a scream coming from her as more bruises were thrust upon her body with the fists of the guards. What was left of her shirt fell to the floor, leaving only her breasts covered by her bra.<br/><br/>"Hey, yeah! Nice!" said one of the guards dragging Melissa. He reached down into her bra and fondled one soft breast. The other guard did the same even as they kept dragging her along. They laughed and joked about what they'd do with her once they were at the "New Place".<br/><br/>Melissa moaned painfully as the men fondled her breasts and drug her from the room. She was covered in bruises, some of them were handprints or fingerprints, there was a high possibility that she had a broken rib or two, and of course the black eye.<br/><br/>With these nullification cuffs on her, Melissa felt like she was suffocating, there were no voices, nothing but the echo of her own mind. She could see the mutants and guards around her but it was like a haze that she was having trouble lifting.<br/><br/>There was also no Moonlight. The one voice she needed to stay sane in this world of hatred and cold. The one voice that kept her calm when things were going bad. She closed her eyes tight against the haze, against the pain that wracked her body.<br/><br/>The guards dragged Melissa to a box truck full of other mutants and flung her onto the floor. They gave her breasts another rough grope then left. One smacked her shapely ass hard as he went. "I can't wait to get into that!" he told his buddy. The door was shut and locked.<br/><br/>There was no response from Melissa this time. No moans or groans, not even a flinch. A few of the other mutants in the truck pulled Melissa away from the door. It was really strange that out of all the mutants being relocated, Melissa was the only one who had her hands cuffed behind her. One of the girls checked her over to see if there was any reason for her being unresponsive but none was found. They tried their best to make her comfortable as the truck began to move out of the facility.<br/><br/>Thirty minutes later there was still no movement from Melissa. Her breathing was shallow, ragged, Every few minutes she would gasp for air. One of the other mutants knelt beside her and held her head up so that her airways were open.<br/><br/>At that same time, the driver of the lead transport cursed and slammed on his breaks just as there was a huge snarl-up caused by a five-car accident up ahead. The driver of the second truck, the one carrying Melissa, cursed and slammed on his breaks then cursed again because he couldn't see around the first truck. "What's going on?" he yelled.<br/><br/>Once the trucks were stopped, loud shouting began outside but not much else could be heard aside from an occasional thump. Mutants could be very stealthy when they wanted to be.