TO TAINT A SOUL
It was actually pretty boring the first few days, but i did notice one thing. Even though most of the people I saw (I never got to actually meet any of them, but there voices carried) treated the other girls like pieces of meat, we were well taken care of. Clean clothes, our own hygiene products including razors(hairy pits must be a turn off) and three meals a day. If it wasn't for the forced sexual encounters they would probably never want to leave. We were all on a schedule. Wake up, eat, pace till more food came, annoy the hell out of the cowboy and the Brit when they babysat me, then chat with the girls till lights out. Most of the time I was by myself. Usually I like it like that, but when your being held captive it's the last thing you would want. I didn't even have someone to complain to till after lunch. I did, however, learn some valuable information.
Don't get a shower unless there are other people in the room.
It was my second day in captivity and I was bored out of my mind. So I decided to take a nice long shower, hopefully raising Mr. Big Shot's electric bill a few bucks. My guard at the moment was Devin, although I didn't know it at the time. The wouldn't talk to me. I must have been really out of it because I didn't lock the door when I got in. (Turns out, the door really did have a lock. It was one of those cheap "Twist and Push" gizmo's) Luckly I've been paranoid all my life and made a habit out of pulling the curtain back just enough so I could look out and make sure there was noone in the room with me. When I did, I saw Him standing there, leaning casually on the sink, holding my towel and smirking at me through the haze. My eyes narrowed and I shivered.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I asked in an irritated voice. He looked up and down, like he was scanning my body behind the curtain.
"No." I rolled my eyes and nodded towards the door.
"You can leave now," I said hopefully. He just grinned and walked forward. I tried not to move, to look bored and leave the impression that I wasn't scared of him, but my hand tightened on the curtain without my consent. All he did was hold out the towel for me. I reached out and grabbed it wearily, wondering what his game was. Will he pull the curtain, pull me out of the shower, come into the shower?
He didn't do anything. I wrapped the towel around me (it was large and fluffy and red), but kept myself hidden. He just kept stareing at me with a curious look on his face. I stood my ground as he came closer, moving only to swipe my hand through my hair and clear my face. Suddenly he started laughing. Turning on his heel he left saying, "You really are a piece of work."
All in all, I preferred Mr.Cowboy to all the other guards. He didn't talk much, but it actually seemed like he was listening when I was ranting threw the door. Carter, on the other hand, was pretty fun to screw with. I'd made a game. Every day I would time how long it took him to come charging in frothing at the mouth. Right across from the door was an old puppy clock that I was guessing was there to make the place feel "homey." It didn't.I watched it diligently while I pushed his buttons. I'm guessing he caught on since, even though he was still sending smart remarks my way, he never hit the door, or even threatened me. I'd have to make myself even more obnoxious.
"So about this new girl your kidnapping," I said casually while piking at a stick I'dfound under my bed, "When's she supposed to get here? I've been waiting but you haven't brought in any weeping tweens yet." Silence. "Where are you getting her from anyway? Taking her from a homeless shelter, an asylum? Oh! Maybe buying her like you did m-" The door jerked open slightly and hit me in the back of the head. I stumbled to my feet and scowled at the chuckles from the other side. "Whats so funny." I asked darkly.
"Your stupidity," he answered opening the door wider. "You've been summoned." Ug, that accent. was he for real? I could fake an accent better than that. And I told him so. He just snorted and shook his head.
"Thats a fire hazzard you know." I ignored the lears from the men loitering around in the room and walked beside carter with a bored expression on my face. Fat, lonley men in expensive suits. Discusting.
"What?" he asked, not really listening. He opened the door and led me up the steps.
"The doors open inward and they are locked. If there was a fire we would most likely burn to a crisp." He looked over at me, but wiped his face clear before I could interpret his expression.
"I'm pretty sure Boss doesn't care about that." We stopped at a door and he shifter from foot to foot, still holding on to my arm and looking at the wood absently.
"Whats his name again, I totally forgot." I knew that if his boss was inside he would have heard me which, of course, was the point. I wanted to irritate him as much ass possible, make him regret taking me. Carter ignored me and reashed for the door while I looked down at a horrible picture of some chubby chick and a poodle. You'd think with all his money he would have bought something worth looking at. I was pulled inside and squinted in the dark, then blinked as her turned the lights on.
We were in a bedroom. And not just any bedroom, it had a kingsize bed with rich red seets pulled back just so, that made the cool gray and white conforter stick out. the bed was a natural looking polished black with lighter browns weaving through it. There was a large window covered completely with burgandysilk curtains (i think, i've never actually seen silk) and hand carved tables, a desk and a dresser, all made from the same kind of dark wood, lined the light sand colored walls. I fell in love with it right away.
"Awe, Carter, you shouldn't have. Really. Now what am I supposed to get you? And on my birthday, how sweet." He stood in stonefaced silence, not looking me in the eye. "What? Did I get it wrong?" He reached in his pocket and pulled me toward him sharply jabbing me with the needle he just grabbed.
"Ow. what the heck couldn't you at least warn.....me....first." My eyelids drooped and I stumbled away from him. Stupid heart. It was pounding the entire time here and now it's helping him do who-knows-what by spreading the lala drug (my name for the my name for the seditive they kept sticking me with) throughout my body. He caught me as my legs went out from under me and carried me to the bed.
"Sorry bud," he said as he let me go over the sheets. I dropped, bounced then muttered something about being to cool to be his budy and then passed out.
I woke up with my hands above my head and a weird tickle in my throat. I coughed and pulled my arms down, only to hiss (then choke) as I almost tore my hands off. I squinted upward and tried to figure out what had happened. "Handcuffs," I croaked, "They handcuffed me to the thousand dollar bed. How sweet of them." I looked down but couldn't see anything. Either my boobs had grown significantly or someone had covered me up. A whimper made my head snap to my left, the side with the giant window. Sitting on the floor with her arms curled around her knees was a small girl. She was thin and terrified and I could see tear streaks on her face. She was also sleeping. They probably drugged her, too.
"Hey. You. Hey wake up. You-who. Heeeeeeeeeeeeey. Get up. Come on please?" She didn't move. I shimmied my way out from under the blankets, awkwardly because I still couldn't feel my legs very well, and curled up so my feet were pointing right at her. I then proceeded to kick one of the fluffy red pillows at her face.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" I said loudly. She squealed and jumped back into the wall looking disoriented and scared. I felt kinda bad,but I was chained up and she was the only person I could think of to help me. Apparently there was no guard or else they would have come in while I was yelling, even if it was just to grope me while they had a chance. She looked at me wide eyed and nervous. I couldn't really blame her. I still had a healing bruise on my face and that cut from Mr. Irish Dude, so I probably looked pretty scary to a kidnap victim. Not to mention I was handcuffed and she had absolutely no idea why or how I got there.
"Does that phone work?" I aked her nodding to the end table beside her. She hesitantly picked it up and held it to her ear for a moment before shaking her head no. "Great. What about the door, is it -"
"So I here that they have been saving you for me," said a familiar Irish voice. A chill ran down my spine. "Not only that, but they have found me another one. I'm told she's softer, more delicate." My teeth clenched as he smiled down at her shaking body.
He wouldn't. "Come here darling," he crooned at her." She sat frozen on the floor.
He would. "So, how are your privates, healing up nicely I take it?" I asked, managing to sound snarky even in this predicament. He grinned and walked over to pat my crossed legs making my skin crawl.
"You will see here in a few moments," he murmured turning away from me. He reached down and picked the girl up by the arm and moved her to the middle on the floor. She shook and kept her eyes shut, knowing what was coming next. I started to panic. He couldn't, not to her, not when she was this young. Christ she couldn't be more than fourteen years old. I yanked at the hand cuffs, my hands shaking. The metal cut into my skin but I kept going, pulling and shaking , trying to get loose.
I had to help her. Had to get loose, even if I had to get rid of my hand first. I heard it. Heard her being raped. Heard him enjoying it. Heard her cry. Heard him laugh when he was finished. I wanted to puke. I wanted to die. You will never understand how guilty I feel, even to this day. I COULD NOT DO A THING. I used to pride myself on being strong enough, smart enough to get out of any situation. But this one time, I was useless, powerless, weak.
"Shh, shh. You will be alright," I heard him say in a gentle voice, like he was talking to a toddler that just skinned their knee. The zipper of her jeans went up and she didn't move, didn't make a sound. Jesus Christ, she wasn't even whimpering anymore. By now my wrists were on fire and my hands were numb. I felt his weight tilt the bed and I kicked out, furious and disgusted and horrified, trying to do anything to hurt him, make him suffer for what he did. My legs were pinned down and I felt his breath on my face. Opening my eyes I looked into his. I wasn't scared anymore, I felt nothing but mind numbing, soul corrupting hatred. I spit in his eye. His face twisted and he hit me.
"I won't be so gentle with you." I struggled like you would not believe, earning more slaps that morphed into punches. I think I even bit him, all the while I knew that I couldn't keep him off for long. Eventually he got my jeans off and had pinned my head to the side while I dripped blood on the pillow.
I choose not to remember what happened next.
After he had left, I curled myself up as close to the headboard as possible. Everything hurt. My head, my hands, my ribs, my...stomach. I tried to breath as easily as possible. I didn't like that I was shaking, that my breath hitched if I forgot not to forget what had happened.
I didn't like that I hadn't heard anything from her.
He had been kind enough to out my jeans back on, tho I had kicked him before he could get them buttoned. Which he hit me for. I don't know how long I'd been laying there, thinking about nothing, before the door opened up. I didn't bother opening my eyes, I just curled in tighter and listened. two sets of boots came across the floor. My hands were released and I pulled them in quickly, folding them over my stomach. I heard a weak cry of surprise when they picked up the girl and relaxed. I had been imagining the worst. I was picked up and I tensed again, but whoever it was was extremely easy with me. I curled into their chest to block out the lights as much as possible.
"Shit, he sure did a number on her." The person carrying me gave no answer. I'm pretty sure that Devin was carrying the girl. "Doubt he even considered using a condom. Good thing the boss insist on shots." I almost choked. I had never thought about what happened afterword. I was kinda glad someone did, even if it was for selfish reasons. Devin prattled on and I could feel the arms around me tightening in annoyance. We walked down stairs, my feet brushing the wall occasionally, and they took us into a dark room. The girl was put down first, then my guy laid me down beside her on my bed. I peaked under my eyelashes, but couldn't make him out in the dark of the room. He covered us up, then brushed my hair off my face. The door clicked and I rolled over, hearing muffled cries next to me.
And it only got worse from there.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Friendship, like phosphorus, shines brightest when all around is dark.
"There is absolutely no reason for men to wear rings." I grumbled while Trey dabbed alcohol on the gash on my chin. Well, I suppose gash was a bit melodramatic. The Irishmans ring had only clipped me after all.
"Quit talking," Trey said reaching behind me to get something out of the cabinet. I was sitting on the sink in our little bathroom. (Not our, as in me and Trey, our as in me and all the other girls. Yes, I have resignd myself to the fact that I am now one of them.) He pulled the gauze away and put the neosporin on his finger.
"You washed your hands didn't you?" I asked eyeing him skepticly. He simpy shook his head (a Trey version of rolling his eyes) and grabbed ahold of my chin. "So you didn't wash your hands?" I asked in a horrified voice. "Now it's going to get infected and my jaw will fall off and I wiomph-" He moved his hand to cover my mouth.
"I said stop talking." He gave me a pointed look then looked down on the counter for the bandages. I pulled my head away and held the box up to him. "You sure are in a good mood for someone who just got beaten," he said in his gentlemanly way while eyeing me cautiously. He probably thought I was mental or something.
Well at least he's being civil about it. "I'm not in a good mood, I'm pissed." I told him as he got the large band-aid ready. He gave another head shake.
"Be still." He said. I had to bite my lip so i didn't say something sarcastic. Be still? Realy? What century are you from? He put the bandaid on and started to clean up the mess.
"Does this sort of thing happen often?" I asked sliding off the counter. It hurt a bit seeing as I had a gigantic bruise on my butt from falling off the bed.
About half an hour earlier, when Cabethe Irishman had grabbed aholdof me I had curled around his arm, lifting my legs up off the floor. He swung me around and I did my best to hurt him. He must've gotten tired of my flailing because he tossed me on the bed. By some miracle I landed on the edge and slid off, my feet getting suck in the process. He laughed and I didn't blame him. I would have laughed too.
"You defintely are an entertaining one. But you will want to stop struggling before too long." He started around the bed and I struggled to my feet. Damn Irishman, damn kidnappers, damn mother, damn PEOPLE. I thought as I backed away. I didn't want to get pinned up against the wall so I jumped up on the bed. He grabbed my arm and twisted it sharply. My knees almost went out from the pain.
"What. Happened. To. The talking." I gasped trying to pull away. He laughed and I kicked out at him angrily. My foot connected with his stomach and I hissed in pain. His smile faded and he narrowed his eyes.
"You are too stubborn." He said in a low voice. "It is obvious that you were not broken in properly." He jerked my arm down and I dropped to my knees. "I must have a talk with him afterwords." He murmured to himself letting go of my arm. I clutched it to my chest. Ow-ha-hoooooow. I groaned inwardly while glaring at the man.
Suddenly he lunged at me. I shoved myself back but got tangled in the bed sheets, giving him enough time to get on top of me. My mouth opened and out poured the cuss words. He clamped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. "You should have been born in my country with fiery red hair to go with that temper, little one." I bit him in response. He ripped his hand away and backhanded me. I'd managed to wiggle my leg in the right position and kicked him hard in between the legs. His eyes went wide and he squeaked.
Finally. I scrambled out form underneath him. "I have been trying to do that since this whole trip started." I told his satisfied. His head lifted and I blanched. I turned and sprinted to the bathroom door, locking it in time to feel a Thud from the other side.
"Open that door girl!" He bellowed from the other side. I had to resist the urge to say make me like I was ten. He started pounding and I heard voices as more people rushed in. They did there best to console him and sent Trey in to patch me up once he left.
"No." Trey said, breaking me out of my mini-flashback. "Usually the girls don't fight back." Was I mistaken or did I hear bit of pride in his voice? "The smart ones anyway." Yep, definately mistaken.
"When do I get food?" I complained peaking out the door. None of the other girls had come back.
"When I say so." I could tell that i was ruffling his feathers.
"Well then say so." I told him crossing my arms and looking defiant. He ignored me and started to walk out. I sighed and followed him. "Please? With undead gummybears and vampire bats on top?" I pleaded using the same tactic I used on Charlie.
It didn't work.
"Fine." I said to the door when he shut it in my face. "Let me starve. Lets see how attractive i am when I'm all skin and bones!" I waited for a response that didn't come, so I figured he had left. The lock clicked and I heard a chuckle. "Yeah, hilarious." I muttered heading for the bed. I looked at the messed up sheets and shivered. Suddenly the Irish husband I had always wanted didn't appeal to me anymore. I made the bed and paced back and forth, ignoring the hungry twist of my stomach and the choking sensation in my throat. I wasn't going to cry. My mother had sold me to human traffickers, but I wouldn't cry. Crying was pointless in this situation. It never helped. I swallowed and looked up, taking deep breaths and relaxing.
"Yep, no need to cry." I said confidently to myself. The door opened suddenly and I jumped.
"Are you hungry?" said Carla, the blond from before. "I have food." She held up a plastic bag and looked me over whistling. "They must've gotten you good. She said walking in. The door was shut by Thomas who didn't even spare me a glance. Wonderful.
"Yes. Food sounds great. What is it?" I said leaning against the wall. She walked closer and sat down on one of the bunks, her bunk I think.
"Chicken sandwiches from McDonald's." She said handing the bag to me. I guess he did hear me. I thought sitting down beside her. There were three sandwiches in total.
"No thanks." Carla told me when I offered her one. She looked me over and frowned. "Why are you so happy?" She finally said bewildered. "He was here and yet your still as cocky as all get out." I looked at her and swallowed.
"I kicked an Irish dude in the balls, whats not to be cocky about?" Her jaw dropped and she gaped at me.
"Y...you what!" She said jumping to her feet. "No ones ever......how did you......what were........" She paced back and forth in front of me, stuttering and looking at me with astonished eyes. She finally just stopped and started laughing. Not a chuckle or two, but uproaruos, hands on knees, teary-eyed laughter. Now I looked at her bewildered.
"What's so funny?" I asked cracking a smile. From what I've seen so far, I think it's the first time she -any of the girls really- had laughed like this in a long time.
"You kicked Cabe Donivan in the privates. Donivan, the Irish millionaire was brought down by a high school girl off the streets." She sat down and sighed, wiping her eyes. "When this gets out, you'll be a celebrity."
"Oh." I said opening the third sandwich. "Glad I can brighten your day." I whipped a bit of ranch of my cheek and licked my finger. "So.....I take it he comes here a lot?" I watched her face settle back into it's, slightly happier, resigned face. "Every time a new girl comes in. he likes to have 'first dibs' on girls. Says he enjoys the struggle." She chuckled and glanced at me. "He rarely comes any other time.I suppose he has plenty of willing women waiting for him at home." She played with the hem of her shirt.
"I bet." I muttered. "So did you just come in to bring me...uh, lunch?" I guessed. I had no idea what day it was, let alone what time. She looked at me sadly and tried to smile.
"No." I waited a moment for her to compose herself. "They found a new girl sooner than exspected. She'll be here in a few days." She looked down, peaking up at me to see my reaction. My face was blank as I wondered why she was telling me this. Since I couldn't think of a good reason I asked her.
"We go on a sort of......buddy system here." She told me. "You get paired up with a girl who arrives about the same time as you do and you share a bed, sometimes clothes and........partners, on occasion." She wasn't looking at me. "My partner is Adrene, the girl I share my bed with."
"How long have you two been here." I asked, my voice bleak.
She swallowed. "Two years we think. Nicole and Sarah have been here the longest. Six years." They must've been the two girls that wouldn't look at me when i first came.
"Do you know her name?" I asked. I didn't realy want to be parred up with anyone in this hell hole.
"No, but you shouldn't worry. The people they pair us up with.......she'll become your best friend even if you don't hit it off right away." She smiled reassuringly.Oh yay. I thought. the door opened up again and Thomas looked in.
"Carla, Adrene is waiting." He looked at us without actually seeing us. Carla patted my knee and stood up and Thomas closed the door after her. I waited for the tell tale click and heard it then sighed and sat there, wishing that this was all just an elaborate dream. Then I heard a wisper and smiled feeling proud of myself.
"Good job indeed." I muttered back
"Quit talking," Trey said reaching behind me to get something out of the cabinet. I was sitting on the sink in our little bathroom. (Not our, as in me and Trey, our as in me and all the other girls. Yes, I have resignd myself to the fact that I am now one of them.) He pulled the gauze away and put the neosporin on his finger.
"You washed your hands didn't you?" I asked eyeing him skepticly. He simpy shook his head (a Trey version of rolling his eyes) and grabbed ahold of my chin. "So you didn't wash your hands?" I asked in a horrified voice. "Now it's going to get infected and my jaw will fall off and I wiomph-" He moved his hand to cover my mouth.
"I said stop talking." He gave me a pointed look then looked down on the counter for the bandages. I pulled my head away and held the box up to him. "You sure are in a good mood for someone who just got beaten," he said in his gentlemanly way while eyeing me cautiously. He probably thought I was mental or something.
Well at least he's being civil about it. "I'm not in a good mood, I'm pissed." I told him as he got the large band-aid ready. He gave another head shake.
"Be still." He said. I had to bite my lip so i didn't say something sarcastic. Be still? Realy? What century are you from? He put the bandaid on and started to clean up the mess.
"Does this sort of thing happen often?" I asked sliding off the counter. It hurt a bit seeing as I had a gigantic bruise on my butt from falling off the bed.
About half an hour earlier, when Cabethe Irishman had grabbed aholdof me I had curled around his arm, lifting my legs up off the floor. He swung me around and I did my best to hurt him. He must've gotten tired of my flailing because he tossed me on the bed. By some miracle I landed on the edge and slid off, my feet getting suck in the process. He laughed and I didn't blame him. I would have laughed too.
"You defintely are an entertaining one. But you will want to stop struggling before too long." He started around the bed and I struggled to my feet. Damn Irishman, damn kidnappers, damn mother, damn PEOPLE. I thought as I backed away. I didn't want to get pinned up against the wall so I jumped up on the bed. He grabbed my arm and twisted it sharply. My knees almost went out from the pain.
"What. Happened. To. The talking." I gasped trying to pull away. He laughed and I kicked out at him angrily. My foot connected with his stomach and I hissed in pain. His smile faded and he narrowed his eyes.
"You are too stubborn." He said in a low voice. "It is obvious that you were not broken in properly." He jerked my arm down and I dropped to my knees. "I must have a talk with him afterwords." He murmured to himself letting go of my arm. I clutched it to my chest. Ow-ha-hoooooow. I groaned inwardly while glaring at the man.
Suddenly he lunged at me. I shoved myself back but got tangled in the bed sheets, giving him enough time to get on top of me. My mouth opened and out poured the cuss words. He clamped his hand over my mouth to shut me up. "You should have been born in my country with fiery red hair to go with that temper, little one." I bit him in response. He ripped his hand away and backhanded me. I'd managed to wiggle my leg in the right position and kicked him hard in between the legs. His eyes went wide and he squeaked.
Finally. I scrambled out form underneath him. "I have been trying to do that since this whole trip started." I told his satisfied. His head lifted and I blanched. I turned and sprinted to the bathroom door, locking it in time to feel a Thud from the other side.
"Open that door girl!" He bellowed from the other side. I had to resist the urge to say make me like I was ten. He started pounding and I heard voices as more people rushed in. They did there best to console him and sent Trey in to patch me up once he left.
"No." Trey said, breaking me out of my mini-flashback. "Usually the girls don't fight back." Was I mistaken or did I hear bit of pride in his voice? "The smart ones anyway." Yep, definately mistaken.
"When do I get food?" I complained peaking out the door. None of the other girls had come back.
"When I say so." I could tell that i was ruffling his feathers.
"Well then say so." I told him crossing my arms and looking defiant. He ignored me and started to walk out. I sighed and followed him. "Please? With undead gummybears and vampire bats on top?" I pleaded using the same tactic I used on Charlie.
It didn't work.
"Fine." I said to the door when he shut it in my face. "Let me starve. Lets see how attractive i am when I'm all skin and bones!" I waited for a response that didn't come, so I figured he had left. The lock clicked and I heard a chuckle. "Yeah, hilarious." I muttered heading for the bed. I looked at the messed up sheets and shivered. Suddenly the Irish husband I had always wanted didn't appeal to me anymore. I made the bed and paced back and forth, ignoring the hungry twist of my stomach and the choking sensation in my throat. I wasn't going to cry. My mother had sold me to human traffickers, but I wouldn't cry. Crying was pointless in this situation. It never helped. I swallowed and looked up, taking deep breaths and relaxing.
"Yep, no need to cry." I said confidently to myself. The door opened suddenly and I jumped.
"Are you hungry?" said Carla, the blond from before. "I have food." She held up a plastic bag and looked me over whistling. "They must've gotten you good. She said walking in. The door was shut by Thomas who didn't even spare me a glance. Wonderful.
"Yes. Food sounds great. What is it?" I said leaning against the wall. She walked closer and sat down on one of the bunks, her bunk I think.
"Chicken sandwiches from McDonald's." She said handing the bag to me. I guess he did hear me. I thought sitting down beside her. There were three sandwiches in total.
"No thanks." Carla told me when I offered her one. She looked me over and frowned. "Why are you so happy?" She finally said bewildered. "He was here and yet your still as cocky as all get out." I looked at her and swallowed.
"I kicked an Irish dude in the balls, whats not to be cocky about?" Her jaw dropped and she gaped at me.
"Y...you what!" She said jumping to her feet. "No ones ever......how did you......what were........" She paced back and forth in front of me, stuttering and looking at me with astonished eyes. She finally just stopped and started laughing. Not a chuckle or two, but uproaruos, hands on knees, teary-eyed laughter. Now I looked at her bewildered.
"What's so funny?" I asked cracking a smile. From what I've seen so far, I think it's the first time she -any of the girls really- had laughed like this in a long time.
"You kicked Cabe Donivan in the privates. Donivan, the Irish millionaire was brought down by a high school girl off the streets." She sat down and sighed, wiping her eyes. "When this gets out, you'll be a celebrity."
"Oh." I said opening the third sandwich. "Glad I can brighten your day." I whipped a bit of ranch of my cheek and licked my finger. "So.....I take it he comes here a lot?" I watched her face settle back into it's, slightly happier, resigned face. "Every time a new girl comes in. he likes to have 'first dibs' on girls. Says he enjoys the struggle." She chuckled and glanced at me. "He rarely comes any other time.I suppose he has plenty of willing women waiting for him at home." She played with the hem of her shirt.
"I bet." I muttered. "So did you just come in to bring me...uh, lunch?" I guessed. I had no idea what day it was, let alone what time. She looked at me sadly and tried to smile.
"No." I waited a moment for her to compose herself. "They found a new girl sooner than exspected. She'll be here in a few days." She looked down, peaking up at me to see my reaction. My face was blank as I wondered why she was telling me this. Since I couldn't think of a good reason I asked her.
"We go on a sort of......buddy system here." She told me. "You get paired up with a girl who arrives about the same time as you do and you share a bed, sometimes clothes and........partners, on occasion." She wasn't looking at me. "My partner is Adrene, the girl I share my bed with."
"How long have you two been here." I asked, my voice bleak.
She swallowed. "Two years we think. Nicole and Sarah have been here the longest. Six years." They must've been the two girls that wouldn't look at me when i first came.
"Do you know her name?" I asked. I didn't realy want to be parred up with anyone in this hell hole.
"No, but you shouldn't worry. The people they pair us up with.......she'll become your best friend even if you don't hit it off right away." She smiled reassuringly.Oh yay. I thought. the door opened up again and Thomas looked in.
"Carla, Adrene is waiting." He looked at us without actually seeing us. Carla patted my knee and stood up and Thomas closed the door after her. I waited for the tell tale click and heard it then sighed and sat there, wishing that this was all just an elaborate dream. Then I heard a wisper and smiled feeling proud of myself.
"Good job indeed." I muttered back
Friday, July 22, 2011
If you gladly stoop to the ground don't be surprised if they trample over you.~Ethiopian proverb
The room was pitch black and I froze where I had stumbled to a stop, not wanting to move and run into something. The man behind mumbled something and flicked on the light. I quickly shut my eyes and when I opened them I saw spots. It took me a few moments for me to comprehend what I was looking at. The room had wooden walls and was huge. There were five, two bunkbeds and one regular, and another door, but no windows. The thing that shocked me however were the eight other women in the beds who were startled awake by the mans voice.
"Rise and shine ladies. Meet your new friend and colleague-" He looked down at me expectantly.
"Cora." I replied in a clipped voice.
"Cora. Make her feel welcome and homely." He looked down at me and patted me on the shoulder in a gruff friendly way, a strange look on his face. "Make nice, your gonna be here for a while." Then he turned and walked out, leaving me alone with the strangers.
The women were all young, none of them older than maybe twenty-five. They were wearing decent clothes and they looked healthy and well fed, If a little battered. I saw more than one bruise on there arms or faces. Speaking of which, many of them looked lifeless, like there lives weren't living. While every one got up at least two of them didn't even bother to look at me, they just stared at the wall, defeated. A blond girl, probably a few years older than me, stood up and walked forward.
"I'm Carla," she said holding out her hand. We both sized each other up. Her hair was strait and cut in layers similar to mine, only shorter. Her eyes were a cool blue and she was about my size, only skinnier. She must have approved because when she let go she turned to the girl in single bed and pointed to the bunk bed with only one girl in it. The girl obliged and stood up.
"Thats your bed. You won't have to share it for a few weeks, till they find another new girl." She turned and pointed to the other door I had noticed earlier. "Thats the bathroom. There's a clean toothbrush on the counter and tomarrow I'll show you what towel and wash cloth you can use."
"Were are we?" I asked, finally settleing on a question to ask.
"I have no idea." She said yawning. "Why don't you save the rest of you questions for tomarrow when you meet the boss, aye?" She said turning back towards the bed with a petite brunette in it.
"Why am I here. What do they want from me?" I asked her back. She gradually stoped and turned to me, her face sad and worn.
"What all men want." She said. Her voice was resiegned. "Turn the light off when your ready, will you?" She said turning around and crawling into the bed. Frustrated I turned back to the wall, flicking off the light and feeling my way towards the bed. I lay down, looking up at nothingness. I let the dread wash over me for a moment, then I closed my eyes and pulled myself together. Tomarrow is a day.
I rolled over and slept.
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"Wakey wakey." Said a disterbing voice in my ear. I worked my eyes open and saw the annoying british dude, Carter, leaning over me. "Get up." He ordered pulling me into a sitting position.
"Screw you." I said pulling my arm away from him and pushing myself back on the bed. I got off on the side opposite him and he smiled that creepy smile.
"Soon, baby. Just be patiant." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Not even in my nightmares." I told him, the room was empty besides us and I was getting nervous. Not that I would let him know that. "What do you want?" I asked irritatedly. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes and I had to stop myself from crossing my arms over my chest. I put one hand on my hip and cocked my head to the side.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said in a bored voice. He opened his mouth to say something-probably perverted- when the door opened and the southern guy from yesterday poked his head in. I got a good look at his face today, unlike last time. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a solid green color. He actually looked friendly, more like a policeman than a kidnapper. The face of someone you wanted to trust.
"What was taking you so long. The boss is waiting." He drawled settling his gaze on Carter. Carter tried to look bored, but I could tell he was nervous.
"Just talking, mate. She's being stubborn," he said nodding his head towards me. Oh, yeah. real mature, blame me.
"Well stop talking and get your arses out here." And I swear to god, he did say arse. Carter looker over at me and waved his hand forward while smiling a noxiously fake gentleman's smile.
"Ladies first." He said to me. I shook my head and started walking thinking, Your more of a woman than I'll ever be.
"This way ma'am," said the coyboy. I looked him over and was suprised he didn't tip and imaginary hat at me. "I'm Thomas by the way and I exspect you'll me seein' alot more a'me." He drawled as he let me to a door, which he unlocked, revealing a staircase. I looked at him and he must've read some of the expressions on my face because he gave me a grimm smile. I sighed and started up the stairs.
"In you go." He said after we stoped infront of a beautifly carved door. It probably cost more than everything in the apartment plus six months rent. I hessitated and glanced at him. He smiled reasuringly. I put my ahnd on the handle and turned praying that this wasn't some godfather like deal.
I was greeted my a mans back. He was wearing a black pinstriped suit and spinning a diamond topped wooden cane over and over in his hands. He turned and I saw that he was a tall, slender man in his mid-40's. His black hair was slicked back, revealing a lone gray streak he probably thought looked fashionable. And he did, which really got on my nerves. He looked at me cooly with icy gray eyes. He probab;y could've been a model if it wasn't for the scar than ran from his left eyebow down his checkbones. His tie was light blue and didn't really seem to fit in the room.
"So you desided to join me." He said smileing with no real warmth. He looked me up and down and walked behind me, which I realy didn't like. He smelled like cigar smoke and expensive colone.
"Not realy a desision." I said dryly watching him cautiously as he came back around in front of me. He laughed slightly and sat on the edge of the desk.
"Your name's Cora correct?" He asked raiseing an eyebrow. He still had that self important smirk on his face and I was liking him less and less every minute. "And you are sixteen?"
"Yeah." I said wearily. I was about to walk back out and take my chances with the cowboy when he did something totaly unexspected.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked me in that same tone of voice. I was taken aback.
"Who the hell are you to ask me that?" I demanded when I had found my voice. "I don't see how it's your buisness one way or the other." I snapped at him. What the hell did the pervy old freak want from me?
"Why am I here? What do you want?" I snapped. I crossed my arms and met his cold gaze.
"Well it seems we have an ornery one here." He said completly ignoreing my questions. "Thomas." He said and the door opened.
"Yes'sir?" He said, glancing at me then his boss.
"Who all do we have available?" He asked. It was like I had suddenly disappeared.
"Carter, Trey, and Devin." He said. I was getting really pissed now. I was kidnapped, questioned and ignored.
I didn't like being ignored.
"I asked you a question." I said stepping inbetween them, locking eyes with the boss man. My voice was like acid. He narrowed his eyes at me and swung his cane at me. I steped back out of its range and caught it by the dimond. It hurt my hand but I just glared.
Luckly Charlie had taught me a little bit of what his dad had drilled into him, after I came home from school one day bloody from an ambush. That was around sixth grade, when he was in eighth. After four years I had gotton pretty damn good. I could take a hit and my reflexes weren't bad to boot. He used to laugh at me saying I was the queen of improvission, you never knew what I would do next.
The man raised an eyebrow and then laughed loudly, throwing his head back. When he was done He said to Thomas while looking me in the eyes, a knowing glint in his eye. "Get Devin. He can have the honors." He turned around bored and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw the cowboys face. It was blank now, not even a hint of expression. He lead me back to the room and shut the door.
"What's going on." I asked him, a hint of desperation colouring my voice. He looked at me sadly and closed the door. He seemed to have aged about ten years. He didn't look like the young and happy man I had first met. He looked tired and worn out. I sighed and colapsed on the bed.
A few minutes later the door opened agian, revealing a very large, very muscled guy with a deep tan, large brown eyes, dark closecropped hair and a sickining smile. I immediately got off the bed and stood, guessing he wasn't here for a friendly visit.
"I take it your Devin." I asked needlessly. He smiled wider and walked towards me.
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He grabbed a handfull of my hair and dragged me across the floor, flinging me onto the bed. I landed with and omph, quickly rolling over before he managed to strattle my hips while pinning my arms to the side.
"Your lucky the boss forbided it, or you would be getting more than just a beating." His breath wafed over my face and I smelled mint, probab;y from the gum he had been chewing when he walked in.
Now, I know I'm a better than average fighter, but this guy was something else. He had strolled in the room, beat me senseless and I had gotten barley two hits in. He was brutal as he worked me over, but he was carefull to avoid hitting my face. He licked my cheak and i pulled as far away from him as I could. Laughing, he pushed himself off of me and walked out. "Until next time." He purred as he shut the door.
I lay in the bed for a few minutes, catching my breath, before I got up and made my slow painful way to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against it, feeling sick. How the hell am I supposed to do this? I though angrily. There were no windows in the bathroom, no way out except though the locked door, past the gaurds and the security system that I just knew he had to have. It was impossable.
The bathroom was pretty big. it had two sinks, a tub, a toilet and one wall was a big mirror. I turned to it and groaned. My hair was a mess and there was a little blood comming out of my nose. My lip was split and I had a bruse on my jaw from where he had back handed me when I bit him. Speaking of which, I could still tast his blood in my mouth. Or mabey thats my blood....
I had finger marks slowly appearing on my neck and bruses on my arms and legs. I looked at one of the counters and saw that there was a toothbruch laying on top of a washcloth and towel and a set of clothes. i walked over and picked up the note on top.
Clothes for you and the towel I promised. Good luck. ~Carla.
I checked the bathroom dooor to see if I could lock it (I couldn't) then I got a quick shower. After drying my hair the best I could I walked back out into the room and sat down, putting my head in my hands. It felt so hopeless. There was no way out. I flopped down and held in a groan.
The shower had helped, but I was still soar, and would hurt like hell for days. There was a knock on the door and I sat up quickly, forgeting about the pain long enough to get to me feet. The door opened and Trey walked in. He looked me up and down.
"He realy worked you over." He said, taking in my bruses and stiffness. He looked kind of impressed. Most girls probably don't put up a fight like I did. I thought.
"What do you want." I was pissed and I didn't care if he knew it. Trey's eyes got dark and a voice boomed out from behind him.
"Where the hell is she? I don't have all day, I have things that need to be done." He stepped aside and a very large man strode into the room. He was huge. Taller than the cowboy and probably twice as broad. He had short red hair and was wearing a suit, although he seemed relaxed in it unlike most men. His jacket was unbuttoned, along with the first three or so buttons on his white silk shirt underneth it.
"Well well." He said in a pleased tone while looking me over. "She is worth all the money and more." He frowned. "It's a Trey walked out, body stiff with irritation, and shut the door, leaving me with the large irishman.
"Now that we are alone, I think we should start by introducing ourselves." He walked closer to me and I tenced up, but he only lowered himself onto the bed. "I am Cabe Donivan." He held out his hand and raised an eyebrow when I didn't take it. He smiled slightly. "Ray told me you were one of the new girls." I just looked at him. He stood up and suddenly looked threatening. I backed up quickly.
He raised an eyebrow and his smile grew till it looked preditory. He snapped out his arm and grabbed my wrist pulling me towards him. Dragging actually, my socks sliding across the hardwood floor. I tried to knee him, but he saw it comeing and whiped me around pinning me up against him with one arm, the other still in his grasp.
"Well now, you are a fiesty one." He murmured in my ear. I shivered and started struggleing even harder. "This will be fun."
"Rise and shine ladies. Meet your new friend and colleague-" He looked down at me expectantly.
"Cora." I replied in a clipped voice.
"Cora. Make her feel welcome and homely." He looked down at me and patted me on the shoulder in a gruff friendly way, a strange look on his face. "Make nice, your gonna be here for a while." Then he turned and walked out, leaving me alone with the strangers.
The women were all young, none of them older than maybe twenty-five. They were wearing decent clothes and they looked healthy and well fed, If a little battered. I saw more than one bruise on there arms or faces. Speaking of which, many of them looked lifeless, like there lives weren't living. While every one got up at least two of them didn't even bother to look at me, they just stared at the wall, defeated. A blond girl, probably a few years older than me, stood up and walked forward.
"I'm Carla," she said holding out her hand. We both sized each other up. Her hair was strait and cut in layers similar to mine, only shorter. Her eyes were a cool blue and she was about my size, only skinnier. She must have approved because when she let go she turned to the girl in single bed and pointed to the bunk bed with only one girl in it. The girl obliged and stood up.
"Thats your bed. You won't have to share it for a few weeks, till they find another new girl." She turned and pointed to the other door I had noticed earlier. "Thats the bathroom. There's a clean toothbrush on the counter and tomarrow I'll show you what towel and wash cloth you can use."
"Were are we?" I asked, finally settleing on a question to ask.
"I have no idea." She said yawning. "Why don't you save the rest of you questions for tomarrow when you meet the boss, aye?" She said turning back towards the bed with a petite brunette in it.
"Why am I here. What do they want from me?" I asked her back. She gradually stoped and turned to me, her face sad and worn.
"What all men want." She said. Her voice was resiegned. "Turn the light off when your ready, will you?" She said turning around and crawling into the bed. Frustrated I turned back to the wall, flicking off the light and feeling my way towards the bed. I lay down, looking up at nothingness. I let the dread wash over me for a moment, then I closed my eyes and pulled myself together. Tomarrow is a day.
I rolled over and slept.
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"Wakey wakey." Said a disterbing voice in my ear. I worked my eyes open and saw the annoying british dude, Carter, leaning over me. "Get up." He ordered pulling me into a sitting position.
"Screw you." I said pulling my arm away from him and pushing myself back on the bed. I got off on the side opposite him and he smiled that creepy smile.
"Soon, baby. Just be patiant." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Not even in my nightmares." I told him, the room was empty besides us and I was getting nervous. Not that I would let him know that. "What do you want?" I asked irritatedly. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes and I had to stop myself from crossing my arms over my chest. I put one hand on my hip and cocked my head to the side.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said in a bored voice. He opened his mouth to say something-probably perverted- when the door opened and the southern guy from yesterday poked his head in. I got a good look at his face today, unlike last time. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were a solid green color. He actually looked friendly, more like a policeman than a kidnapper. The face of someone you wanted to trust.
"What was taking you so long. The boss is waiting." He drawled settling his gaze on Carter. Carter tried to look bored, but I could tell he was nervous.
"Just talking, mate. She's being stubborn," he said nodding his head towards me. Oh, yeah. real mature, blame me.
"Well stop talking and get your arses out here." And I swear to god, he did say arse. Carter looker over at me and waved his hand forward while smiling a noxiously fake gentleman's smile.
"Ladies first." He said to me. I shook my head and started walking thinking, Your more of a woman than I'll ever be.
"This way ma'am," said the coyboy. I looked him over and was suprised he didn't tip and imaginary hat at me. "I'm Thomas by the way and I exspect you'll me seein' alot more a'me." He drawled as he let me to a door, which he unlocked, revealing a staircase. I looked at him and he must've read some of the expressions on my face because he gave me a grimm smile. I sighed and started up the stairs.
"In you go." He said after we stoped infront of a beautifly carved door. It probably cost more than everything in the apartment plus six months rent. I hessitated and glanced at him. He smiled reasuringly. I put my ahnd on the handle and turned praying that this wasn't some godfather like deal.
I was greeted my a mans back. He was wearing a black pinstriped suit and spinning a diamond topped wooden cane over and over in his hands. He turned and I saw that he was a tall, slender man in his mid-40's. His black hair was slicked back, revealing a lone gray streak he probably thought looked fashionable. And he did, which really got on my nerves. He looked at me cooly with icy gray eyes. He probab;y could've been a model if it wasn't for the scar than ran from his left eyebow down his checkbones. His tie was light blue and didn't really seem to fit in the room.
"So you desided to join me." He said smileing with no real warmth. He looked me up and down and walked behind me, which I realy didn't like. He smelled like cigar smoke and expensive colone.
"Not realy a desision." I said dryly watching him cautiously as he came back around in front of me. He laughed slightly and sat on the edge of the desk.
"Your name's Cora correct?" He asked raiseing an eyebrow. He still had that self important smirk on his face and I was liking him less and less every minute. "And you are sixteen?"
"Yeah." I said wearily. I was about to walk back out and take my chances with the cowboy when he did something totaly unexspected.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked me in that same tone of voice. I was taken aback.
"Who the hell are you to ask me that?" I demanded when I had found my voice. "I don't see how it's your buisness one way or the other." I snapped at him. What the hell did the pervy old freak want from me?
"Why am I here? What do you want?" I snapped. I crossed my arms and met his cold gaze.
"Well it seems we have an ornery one here." He said completly ignoreing my questions. "Thomas." He said and the door opened.
"Yes'sir?" He said, glancing at me then his boss.
"Who all do we have available?" He asked. It was like I had suddenly disappeared.
"Carter, Trey, and Devin." He said. I was getting really pissed now. I was kidnapped, questioned and ignored.
I didn't like being ignored.
"I asked you a question." I said stepping inbetween them, locking eyes with the boss man. My voice was like acid. He narrowed his eyes at me and swung his cane at me. I steped back out of its range and caught it by the dimond. It hurt my hand but I just glared.
Luckly Charlie had taught me a little bit of what his dad had drilled into him, after I came home from school one day bloody from an ambush. That was around sixth grade, when he was in eighth. After four years I had gotton pretty damn good. I could take a hit and my reflexes weren't bad to boot. He used to laugh at me saying I was the queen of improvission, you never knew what I would do next.
The man raised an eyebrow and then laughed loudly, throwing his head back. When he was done He said to Thomas while looking me in the eyes, a knowing glint in his eye. "Get Devin. He can have the honors." He turned around bored and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw the cowboys face. It was blank now, not even a hint of expression. He lead me back to the room and shut the door.
"What's going on." I asked him, a hint of desperation colouring my voice. He looked at me sadly and closed the door. He seemed to have aged about ten years. He didn't look like the young and happy man I had first met. He looked tired and worn out. I sighed and colapsed on the bed.
A few minutes later the door opened agian, revealing a very large, very muscled guy with a deep tan, large brown eyes, dark closecropped hair and a sickining smile. I immediately got off the bed and stood, guessing he wasn't here for a friendly visit.
"I take it your Devin." I asked needlessly. He smiled wider and walked towards me.
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He grabbed a handfull of my hair and dragged me across the floor, flinging me onto the bed. I landed with and omph, quickly rolling over before he managed to strattle my hips while pinning my arms to the side.
"Your lucky the boss forbided it, or you would be getting more than just a beating." His breath wafed over my face and I smelled mint, probab;y from the gum he had been chewing when he walked in.
Now, I know I'm a better than average fighter, but this guy was something else. He had strolled in the room, beat me senseless and I had gotten barley two hits in. He was brutal as he worked me over, but he was carefull to avoid hitting my face. He licked my cheak and i pulled as far away from him as I could. Laughing, he pushed himself off of me and walked out. "Until next time." He purred as he shut the door.
I lay in the bed for a few minutes, catching my breath, before I got up and made my slow painful way to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against it, feeling sick. How the hell am I supposed to do this? I though angrily. There were no windows in the bathroom, no way out except though the locked door, past the gaurds and the security system that I just knew he had to have. It was impossable.
The bathroom was pretty big. it had two sinks, a tub, a toilet and one wall was a big mirror. I turned to it and groaned. My hair was a mess and there was a little blood comming out of my nose. My lip was split and I had a bruse on my jaw from where he had back handed me when I bit him. Speaking of which, I could still tast his blood in my mouth. Or mabey thats my blood....
I had finger marks slowly appearing on my neck and bruses on my arms and legs. I looked at one of the counters and saw that there was a toothbruch laying on top of a washcloth and towel and a set of clothes. i walked over and picked up the note on top.
Clothes for you and the towel I promised. Good luck. ~Carla.
I checked the bathroom dooor to see if I could lock it (I couldn't) then I got a quick shower. After drying my hair the best I could I walked back out into the room and sat down, putting my head in my hands. It felt so hopeless. There was no way out. I flopped down and held in a groan.
The shower had helped, but I was still soar, and would hurt like hell for days. There was a knock on the door and I sat up quickly, forgeting about the pain long enough to get to me feet. The door opened and Trey walked in. He looked me up and down.
"He realy worked you over." He said, taking in my bruses and stiffness. He looked kind of impressed. Most girls probably don't put up a fight like I did. I thought.
"What do you want." I was pissed and I didn't care if he knew it. Trey's eyes got dark and a voice boomed out from behind him.
"Where the hell is she? I don't have all day, I have things that need to be done." He stepped aside and a very large man strode into the room. He was huge. Taller than the cowboy and probably twice as broad. He had short red hair and was wearing a suit, although he seemed relaxed in it unlike most men. His jacket was unbuttoned, along with the first three or so buttons on his white silk shirt underneth it.
"Well well." He said in a pleased tone while looking me over. "She is worth all the money and more." He frowned. "It's a Trey walked out, body stiff with irritation, and shut the door, leaving me with the large irishman.
"Now that we are alone, I think we should start by introducing ourselves." He walked closer to me and I tenced up, but he only lowered himself onto the bed. "I am Cabe Donivan." He held out his hand and raised an eyebrow when I didn't take it. He smiled slightly. "Ray told me you were one of the new girls." I just looked at him. He stood up and suddenly looked threatening. I backed up quickly.
He raised an eyebrow and his smile grew till it looked preditory. He snapped out his arm and grabbed my wrist pulling me towards him. Dragging actually, my socks sliding across the hardwood floor. I tried to knee him, but he saw it comeing and whiped me around pinning me up against him with one arm, the other still in his grasp.
"Well now, you are a fiesty one." He murmured in my ear. I shivered and started struggleing even harder. "This will be fun."
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
No safe wading in an unknown water~ Romanian proverb
I woke up as if in a dream, my head bumping into the door of the car. When did I lay down? I forced my reluctant eyes to open and say the back of a black leather seat.
My mom didn't have leather seats.
My mouth felt cottony and I tried to take deep breaths to calm the panic that was setting in. I remembered. I remembered it all. How dare she. She gave me away like I was cheap a bracelet from a scuzzy ex. That hurt a lot more than I was expecting it to. Gah. It was so hard to move, like every muscle was asleep. Maybe I should just.....NO! I couldn't fall asleep again. Not while I was being kidnapped, for crying out loud. I concentrated on moving my legs, hoping that stretching them out would improve my blood flow or something, to make me wake up faster. After a few seconds of silent cursing they moved, but stoped almost immediately.
"Looks like the girl's waking up." Said an accented male voice. I felt a hand run up one of my legs and shivered, trying to jerk them back, but only managing a small twitch.
"Hey, hands off the merchandise Carter." Said another voice. The same voice as the man who had drugged me, that much I could tell.
"She's not merchandise." Says a testy voice from right behind me.
"Awe, does Tray have a bit of a crush?" Carter mocked in an annoyingly british voice. Gah, I hate him already. If my legs would just MOVE. My leg jerks and kicks him hard in the thigh. Haha, score one for the merchandise, I think smugly.
"Bitch." He hisses and I glance down in time to see him raise his fist threateningly.
"Don't mark her, the boss man'll have your hide." My kidnapper said. That stoped him, although if looks could kill I'd probably be on the verge of death right now. Carter looked at me and smiled cruelly.
"Don't worry." He said patting my thigh. I pulled my legs up, away from his touch. "If your lucky I'll be the one to break you in." The car slowed down and I rocked back and forth as we pulled into a parking lot.
"Carter, go pay for the gas," Said the driver. "And get a couple bottles of water while your at it." Carter glared at him and got out, slamming the car door. I hurry (or at least try to) get into a sitting position before the driver dude opens my door. He bends down and says to me, "Would you like to stretch your legs?" I just stare at him dumbfounded. He moves slowly, putting one arm behind his back and holding the other out to me, like a real gentleman. "Would you like to get out?" He says again slower, like I was mental or something. I scowl at him and stick my legs out of the car, ignoring him and the fact that I still wasn't completely sure I could hold my own weight. "One moment please." He says grabbing my hands and taking off the handcuffs I was wearing.
"What's your deal." I said looking at him wearily as I rubbed my wrists. I have to admit, even though he was a kidnapper and hung around with who knows what kind of people, he was hot. And considerate. All the more reason for me not to trust him. He smiled slightly and looked me over with his dark gray eyes.
"Just thought you'd like some fresh air." He replied, backing up one arm on the door. I pushed myself up off the seat and braced myself on the hood of the car. I could stand. Good. Now if only I could run.... I looked around me and started to feel sick, either a side affect from the drugs or the realization that I was in the middle of a freaking dessert. The shiny black car and rundown gas station where the only thing I could see besides dirt, the sky and scrubby plants that looked half dead.
No wonder he had let me go. There was nowhere to run to. "Where am I?" I asked him. A breeze blew his strait brown hair around his face. He was tall and wiry, sort of like Charlie, only he would blend in in a crowd, Charlie wouldn't. I probab;y wouldn't get to see him again. or Leeann Stop thinking depressing thoughts. I told myself sternly. And don't crush on the sociopaths, either. When he spoke I snapped myself back to the present.
"A desert." He told me while looking over at the station. I gave him an Oh really? look, then turned and saw Carter walking back. Carter was probably the exact opposite of Trey. He had light amber eyes, short red hair and was built like a bull, shorter and wider, but all muscle. He would've even been attractive if it wasn't for the cocky sneer always on his face and obnoxiously crude attitude. They were both about the same age tho. He walked around the car and reached for me.
"So you let the girly out?" He sneered. I backed away from him and stood next to Trey. I would take the silent and gentalmanly kidnapper over the loud and grabby one anyday. I couldn't help but think But aren't the kind ones always the most fucked up in the head? I watched way to many horror movies.
"Ah. So I take it your the one who'll break her in, aye?" God that accent was anoying. Leeann would probably love it tho. she had a thing for british dudes. They eyes that turned on him were cold, even tho his face was expressioless. What the hell is this "breaking in" he keeps talking about? I thought frustrated. I wanted to know, but I had a feeling I would regret asking.
"Hurry up. We have to get going." My kidnapper said from the other side of the car. He was a man, about thirty-ish and had dark...well, dark everything. He had a deep tan, brown-black hair, same color eyes and was wearing a black jacket over a dark red shirt and darkwash jeans. It had a sort of creepy effect. Carter tossed the water bottle to Trey and started to walk around the car. "No." My kidnapper ordered, "You drive the rest of the way." Carter mumbled something under his breath as he walked back to the drivers side, it was something like "mumble mumble, touch the bitch, mumble mumble, bastered, mumble." He got in and Trey nodded to the car. I let out an irritated breath and climbed in. After about ten minutes of silence I lay my head back and closed my eyes. Now that I had nothing to distract me, the dread and horror of what was happening rose to the surface. I wasn't in Pennsylvania anymore, I knew that.
I would never see my friends agian. Never graduate high school. Never go to prom. I had never even had a boyfiend. Never get married, never have kids.What would my mother tell my friends? The school? Would she wait a few days then report me missing? Were they going to kill me? Sell me in some forgien country? What the hell were they planning? What possible reason could they have for kidnapping a 16 year old girl besides mabey prostitution or rape. But if they were going to rape me they wouldn't have taken me so far away. Unless they didn't want anyone to find the body. Or mabey the "boss man" didn't want to leave the comfort of his home so they bring girls to him. My fist clenched in anger. I knew that they wouldn't answer any of my questions. Trey might, but definately not while they were around. How can I get him alone? I smiled ruefilly at that. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I would be desperate to get a guy alone.
This was going to be a long ride.
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"Rise and shine sleepin' beauty." Drawled a low voice in my ear. I forced my eyes open and jerked back when I saw a mans stubly face only a few inches from mine. He wistles. "She's a pretty one, thats for sure." He grabed my arm and hauled me out of the vehicle, stumbling. I manage to get me feet before he starts walking again, dragging me along in his iron grip. It was dark out and there was no moon so I could barely see as he led me into a building. He was big. Broad shoulders, long legs, and a dark mass of hair. The guy was intimidateing and Carter didn't even pull any funny buisness as he followed. That is how I knew that he was one of the head honcho's. We stoped in front of a door and he pulled it open, pushing me in.
"Have fun." Carter snickered behind me.
My mom didn't have leather seats.
My mouth felt cottony and I tried to take deep breaths to calm the panic that was setting in. I remembered. I remembered it all. How dare she. She gave me away like I was cheap a bracelet from a scuzzy ex. That hurt a lot more than I was expecting it to. Gah. It was so hard to move, like every muscle was asleep. Maybe I should just.....NO! I couldn't fall asleep again. Not while I was being kidnapped, for crying out loud. I concentrated on moving my legs, hoping that stretching them out would improve my blood flow or something, to make me wake up faster. After a few seconds of silent cursing they moved, but stoped almost immediately.
"Looks like the girl's waking up." Said an accented male voice. I felt a hand run up one of my legs and shivered, trying to jerk them back, but only managing a small twitch.
"Hey, hands off the merchandise Carter." Said another voice. The same voice as the man who had drugged me, that much I could tell.
"She's not merchandise." Says a testy voice from right behind me.
"Awe, does Tray have a bit of a crush?" Carter mocked in an annoyingly british voice. Gah, I hate him already. If my legs would just MOVE. My leg jerks and kicks him hard in the thigh. Haha, score one for the merchandise, I think smugly.
"Bitch." He hisses and I glance down in time to see him raise his fist threateningly.
"Don't mark her, the boss man'll have your hide." My kidnapper said. That stoped him, although if looks could kill I'd probably be on the verge of death right now. Carter looked at me and smiled cruelly.
"Don't worry." He said patting my thigh. I pulled my legs up, away from his touch. "If your lucky I'll be the one to break you in." The car slowed down and I rocked back and forth as we pulled into a parking lot.
"Carter, go pay for the gas," Said the driver. "And get a couple bottles of water while your at it." Carter glared at him and got out, slamming the car door. I hurry (or at least try to) get into a sitting position before the driver dude opens my door. He bends down and says to me, "Would you like to stretch your legs?" I just stare at him dumbfounded. He moves slowly, putting one arm behind his back and holding the other out to me, like a real gentleman. "Would you like to get out?" He says again slower, like I was mental or something. I scowl at him and stick my legs out of the car, ignoring him and the fact that I still wasn't completely sure I could hold my own weight. "One moment please." He says grabbing my hands and taking off the handcuffs I was wearing.
"What's your deal." I said looking at him wearily as I rubbed my wrists. I have to admit, even though he was a kidnapper and hung around with who knows what kind of people, he was hot. And considerate. All the more reason for me not to trust him. He smiled slightly and looked me over with his dark gray eyes.
"Just thought you'd like some fresh air." He replied, backing up one arm on the door. I pushed myself up off the seat and braced myself on the hood of the car. I could stand. Good. Now if only I could run.... I looked around me and started to feel sick, either a side affect from the drugs or the realization that I was in the middle of a freaking dessert. The shiny black car and rundown gas station where the only thing I could see besides dirt, the sky and scrubby plants that looked half dead.
No wonder he had let me go. There was nowhere to run to. "Where am I?" I asked him. A breeze blew his strait brown hair around his face. He was tall and wiry, sort of like Charlie, only he would blend in in a crowd, Charlie wouldn't. I probab;y wouldn't get to see him again. or Leeann Stop thinking depressing thoughts. I told myself sternly. And don't crush on the sociopaths, either. When he spoke I snapped myself back to the present.
"A desert." He told me while looking over at the station. I gave him an Oh really? look, then turned and saw Carter walking back. Carter was probably the exact opposite of Trey. He had light amber eyes, short red hair and was built like a bull, shorter and wider, but all muscle. He would've even been attractive if it wasn't for the cocky sneer always on his face and obnoxiously crude attitude. They were both about the same age tho. He walked around the car and reached for me.
"So you let the girly out?" He sneered. I backed away from him and stood next to Trey. I would take the silent and gentalmanly kidnapper over the loud and grabby one anyday. I couldn't help but think But aren't the kind ones always the most fucked up in the head? I watched way to many horror movies.
"Ah. So I take it your the one who'll break her in, aye?" God that accent was anoying. Leeann would probably love it tho. she had a thing for british dudes. They eyes that turned on him were cold, even tho his face was expressioless. What the hell is this "breaking in" he keeps talking about? I thought frustrated. I wanted to know, but I had a feeling I would regret asking.
"Hurry up. We have to get going." My kidnapper said from the other side of the car. He was a man, about thirty-ish and had dark...well, dark everything. He had a deep tan, brown-black hair, same color eyes and was wearing a black jacket over a dark red shirt and darkwash jeans. It had a sort of creepy effect. Carter tossed the water bottle to Trey and started to walk around the car. "No." My kidnapper ordered, "You drive the rest of the way." Carter mumbled something under his breath as he walked back to the drivers side, it was something like "mumble mumble, touch the bitch, mumble mumble, bastered, mumble." He got in and Trey nodded to the car. I let out an irritated breath and climbed in. After about ten minutes of silence I lay my head back and closed my eyes. Now that I had nothing to distract me, the dread and horror of what was happening rose to the surface. I wasn't in Pennsylvania anymore, I knew that.
I would never see my friends agian. Never graduate high school. Never go to prom. I had never even had a boyfiend. Never get married, never have kids.What would my mother tell my friends? The school? Would she wait a few days then report me missing? Were they going to kill me? Sell me in some forgien country? What the hell were they planning? What possible reason could they have for kidnapping a 16 year old girl besides mabey prostitution or rape. But if they were going to rape me they wouldn't have taken me so far away. Unless they didn't want anyone to find the body. Or mabey the "boss man" didn't want to leave the comfort of his home so they bring girls to him. My fist clenched in anger. I knew that they wouldn't answer any of my questions. Trey might, but definately not while they were around. How can I get him alone? I smiled ruefilly at that. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I would be desperate to get a guy alone.
This was going to be a long ride.
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"Rise and shine sleepin' beauty." Drawled a low voice in my ear. I forced my eyes open and jerked back when I saw a mans stubly face only a few inches from mine. He wistles. "She's a pretty one, thats for sure." He grabed my arm and hauled me out of the vehicle, stumbling. I manage to get me feet before he starts walking again, dragging me along in his iron grip. It was dark out and there was no moon so I could barely see as he led me into a building. He was big. Broad shoulders, long legs, and a dark mass of hair. The guy was intimidateing and Carter didn't even pull any funny buisness as he followed. That is how I knew that he was one of the head honcho's. We stoped in front of a door and he pulled it open, pushing me in.
"Have fun." Carter snickered behind me.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Innocence plays in the backyard of ignorance~polish proverb
I should have seen it coming.
The pacing, the gifts my mother didn't have the money for. She was high out her mind, but never before had she been this considerate, this nice. She cried everyday the previous week, and this week she was sucking up. I admit I liked it. It wasn't her typical behavior. When she was broke and couldn't afford a fix, she was angry and hateful towards me. When she was doped up I didn't exist. That was fine by me, I couldn't care less.
Or so I thought.
"So where are we going mom?" I asked as she egged me into the car. This past week we had been to the mall three times, the movies four and she'd bought me an all new wardrobe today, which was still in the trunk.
"You'll see when we get there." She said climbing into the car. She glanced at me nervously and pulled out from the curb in front of our building. We didn't quite live in the middle of nowhere, we live in a town on the edge of nowhere. Specifically in the cheapest, smallest rundown apartment this town had to offer. We weren't the only ones. My two best friends, Charlie and Leeann, lived there too. I guess we all bonded over the mutual suckyness that was our lives.
Leeann was the daughter of an alchoholic. Her mom spent all of there money on booze and gambling, leaving her daughter to fend for herself. He father had been shot six years ago, when one of her mothers boyfirends had desided that he wanted her ten year old daughter instead of the old bag. Leeann wasn't raped, only because her father had come in just in the nick of time. After beeting the shit out of the dude, he called the cops and had him arrested, only his friends hadden't liked that very much. A week later, a policeman showed up on her doorstep saying he was so sorry, but her father had been involved in a hit-and-run and that they would do everything they could to find the perpetarator. They didn't. A few weeks later, her mom had moved out of the hous they could nolonger pay for and into the apartment, right across from mine. The first time I saw her she was storming down the steps her blond curly hair wipping arond her like it had a mind of her own, and it was pissed. He expression was plain. If it wasn't for the red eyes and tear marks, I never would've taken a second glance. She narrowed her light green eyes and brushed pass me like I had insulted her somehow. She was interesting. Not long after that we bcame fast friends and best friends.
Charlie, on the other hand, had the most normal life out of all of us. He had both parents and they loved each other. That is, before Charlie was born. You see, Charlie's mother is a natural bleach blonde with a California tan and dark brown eyes. She was probably even a looker back when she was young. Which is most likey how she got involved with Charlies dad. He was a very large man, spent alot of time at the gym and used to be in the army before he was honorably discharged. Now he was like a drill sargent. When he got back from Iraq he was greated by the site of his wife who was six months pregnant with another man's baby. He would've left her if she haddn't been knocked up, so he stayed and did the "right thing" as he liked to say anytime the subject was mentioned. The only problem is, Charlie wasn't his son and he made sure Charlie knew it. Charlie wasn't big like his father, he was lean and fit from the training he had to do, but without steroids he would never have the broad shoulders and god knows he would never be that tall. He had dark brown hair with a redish sheen to it and pale skin that never seemed to burn or tan in the least. I usually thought pale guys were kind of gross, but managed to pull it off. His father a short brown hair, light forest brown eyes and a deep tan that never seemed to fade. He did have brown eyes like the two of them, but his were dark and had flecks of lighter brown all throught them.
We were inseperable and cared about each other more than anyone ever had or would.
They are so not going to belive this, I thought. Then I looked out my window and saw where we were. It was the slums of Butler where crack heads lived on every corner and graffiti was the only paint job any of the buildings had gotten since they were built. She pulled down an ally way and I felt my expression get cold.
"Honey, you know I love you right?" My mother said to me her voice comming out slightly paniced.
"No." I said shaking my head angrily. "I'm not going with you to get another fix." I snapped. "Why didn't you just leave me at home? Did you want to me to drive while you got ll doped up? Forget it." I said glaring at her from the passanger seat. My mother just shook her head and glanced around. Looking for her hook up no doubt.
A man seemed to appear out of nowhere and she gulped looking at me with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry, so sorry, but I had to. You have to belive me, I didn't have a choice." She pleaded while I looked at her confused and angry. The man knocked on the hood and she turned getting out.
"You will keep your promise, right." She asked glancing at me. What the hell are you going on about now?
"Yes." The man answered, then glanced at me. "She's the girl?" A shiver ran down my spine.
"Honey, get out of the car." She said looking sown at me. The man moved so he was on my side of the vehicle. "Please, Cora, get out."
I looked at her and said, my voice like ice, "What did you do?" It came out lower and more threatening than I had planned.
"Cora." She said her voice getting harder, "Get out of the car right now." Oh, so now you want to play prent, screw that.
"No." I said, narrowing my eyes at her. Her eyes flicked away from me and over the hood a moment before the door was lung open and the man ripped me from the car by my hair. I twisted around and tried to knee him where it hurts, but he grabbed my by the throat and slammed me up against the wall of the building, knowcking the ir out of me and making my head spin.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" My mother yelled from the other side of the car. He just grunted and pulled the cap off a needle with his teeth. I tried to suck in air thew the hold he had on me and jabbed him in the stomach, just under the ribs. I heard an Oof and then he stabbed me in the arm. Almost immediatly my limbs felt like lead. I had to fight to keep my eyes open and even that didn't last long. He let go of me and i slid to the ground, focausing on hearing and staying awake.
"As per our deal, you get to live." The man said.
The last thing I heard before the drug completely over took me was my mother sobbing, "I'm so sorry Cora, I had no choice."
The pacing, the gifts my mother didn't have the money for. She was high out her mind, but never before had she been this considerate, this nice. She cried everyday the previous week, and this week she was sucking up. I admit I liked it. It wasn't her typical behavior. When she was broke and couldn't afford a fix, she was angry and hateful towards me. When she was doped up I didn't exist. That was fine by me, I couldn't care less.
Or so I thought.
"So where are we going mom?" I asked as she egged me into the car. This past week we had been to the mall three times, the movies four and she'd bought me an all new wardrobe today, which was still in the trunk.
"You'll see when we get there." She said climbing into the car. She glanced at me nervously and pulled out from the curb in front of our building. We didn't quite live in the middle of nowhere, we live in a town on the edge of nowhere. Specifically in the cheapest, smallest rundown apartment this town had to offer. We weren't the only ones. My two best friends, Charlie and Leeann, lived there too. I guess we all bonded over the mutual suckyness that was our lives.
Leeann was the daughter of an alchoholic. Her mom spent all of there money on booze and gambling, leaving her daughter to fend for herself. He father had been shot six years ago, when one of her mothers boyfirends had desided that he wanted her ten year old daughter instead of the old bag. Leeann wasn't raped, only because her father had come in just in the nick of time. After beeting the shit out of the dude, he called the cops and had him arrested, only his friends hadden't liked that very much. A week later, a policeman showed up on her doorstep saying he was so sorry, but her father had been involved in a hit-and-run and that they would do everything they could to find the perpetarator. They didn't. A few weeks later, her mom had moved out of the hous they could nolonger pay for and into the apartment, right across from mine. The first time I saw her she was storming down the steps her blond curly hair wipping arond her like it had a mind of her own, and it was pissed. He expression was plain. If it wasn't for the red eyes and tear marks, I never would've taken a second glance. She narrowed her light green eyes and brushed pass me like I had insulted her somehow. She was interesting. Not long after that we bcame fast friends and best friends.
Charlie, on the other hand, had the most normal life out of all of us. He had both parents and they loved each other. That is, before Charlie was born. You see, Charlie's mother is a natural bleach blonde with a California tan and dark brown eyes. She was probably even a looker back when she was young. Which is most likey how she got involved with Charlies dad. He was a very large man, spent alot of time at the gym and used to be in the army before he was honorably discharged. Now he was like a drill sargent. When he got back from Iraq he was greated by the site of his wife who was six months pregnant with another man's baby. He would've left her if she haddn't been knocked up, so he stayed and did the "right thing" as he liked to say anytime the subject was mentioned. The only problem is, Charlie wasn't his son and he made sure Charlie knew it. Charlie wasn't big like his father, he was lean and fit from the training he had to do, but without steroids he would never have the broad shoulders and god knows he would never be that tall. He had dark brown hair with a redish sheen to it and pale skin that never seemed to burn or tan in the least. I usually thought pale guys were kind of gross, but managed to pull it off. His father a short brown hair, light forest brown eyes and a deep tan that never seemed to fade. He did have brown eyes like the two of them, but his were dark and had flecks of lighter brown all throught them.
We were inseperable and cared about each other more than anyone ever had or would.
They are so not going to belive this, I thought. Then I looked out my window and saw where we were. It was the slums of Butler where crack heads lived on every corner and graffiti was the only paint job any of the buildings had gotten since they were built. She pulled down an ally way and I felt my expression get cold.
"Honey, you know I love you right?" My mother said to me her voice comming out slightly paniced.
"No." I said shaking my head angrily. "I'm not going with you to get another fix." I snapped. "Why didn't you just leave me at home? Did you want to me to drive while you got ll doped up? Forget it." I said glaring at her from the passanger seat. My mother just shook her head and glanced around. Looking for her hook up no doubt.
A man seemed to appear out of nowhere and she gulped looking at me with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry, so sorry, but I had to. You have to belive me, I didn't have a choice." She pleaded while I looked at her confused and angry. The man knocked on the hood and she turned getting out.
"You will keep your promise, right." She asked glancing at me. What the hell are you going on about now?
"Yes." The man answered, then glanced at me. "She's the girl?" A shiver ran down my spine.
"Honey, get out of the car." She said looking sown at me. The man moved so he was on my side of the vehicle. "Please, Cora, get out."
I looked at her and said, my voice like ice, "What did you do?" It came out lower and more threatening than I had planned.
"Cora." She said her voice getting harder, "Get out of the car right now." Oh, so now you want to play prent, screw that.
"No." I said, narrowing my eyes at her. Her eyes flicked away from me and over the hood a moment before the door was lung open and the man ripped me from the car by my hair. I twisted around and tried to knee him where it hurts, but he grabbed my by the throat and slammed me up against the wall of the building, knowcking the ir out of me and making my head spin.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" My mother yelled from the other side of the car. He just grunted and pulled the cap off a needle with his teeth. I tried to suck in air thew the hold he had on me and jabbed him in the stomach, just under the ribs. I heard an Oof and then he stabbed me in the arm. Almost immediatly my limbs felt like lead. I had to fight to keep my eyes open and even that didn't last long. He let go of me and i slid to the ground, focausing on hearing and staying awake.
"As per our deal, you get to live." The man said.
The last thing I heard before the drug completely over took me was my mother sobbing, "I'm so sorry Cora, I had no choice."
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Ravaged Innocence- Intro and Description
Ravaged Innocence
I used to think I was taken. Stolen.
But that was back when I was still nieve. I was given away, sold. They didn't care. They never did. And at first, I wasn't sad to go. My life actually improved for a while. Till she came. That is a day I will never forget. It was the day that I got my first taste of my new life, just an inkling of what was to come.
It was also the day the anger set in.
She is Cora.
She was born in a backwoods town in Pennsylvainia, the child of an addict and a vagrant. Everyone in her family was addicted to something or other, her mother heroin and alcohol. When her mothers debt becomes to much, she gives her up as payment so she can live another day. As she fights her captors, her one comforting thought is,
revenge.
revenge is a dish best served cold~ chinese proverb
I used to think I was taken. Stolen.
But that was back when I was still nieve. I was given away, sold. They didn't care. They never did. And at first, I wasn't sad to go. My life actually improved for a while. Till she came. That is a day I will never forget. It was the day that I got my first taste of my new life, just an inkling of what was to come.
It was also the day the anger set in.
She is Cora.
She was born in a backwoods town in Pennsylvainia, the child of an addict and a vagrant. Everyone in her family was addicted to something or other, her mother heroin and alcohol. When her mothers debt becomes to much, she gives her up as payment so she can live another day. As she fights her captors, her one comforting thought is,
revenge.
revenge is a dish best served cold~ chinese proverb
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