Auhor's POV
Kayla jerked awake when the car came to a stop and looked out of the window in confusion. It was a long ride and she had fallen asleep at some point, and now she was in a strange place, miles away from her city.
Both of the men got out of the car and one of them rounded the vehicle to open the door for her. Terror struck her features when she realized that it was scar face who stood outside.
“I see you had a great sleep” Bruce remarked as his eyes sized her up. Feeling his intruding gaze on her chest, she unconsciously wrapped her arms around herself in a protective way, depriving him of the view.
Immediately his nose flared in anger and he reached to grab her wrist in a painful grip.
“You will regret doing that” He gritted out and put pressure on her wrist, causing her to yelp in pain.
“What’s going on?” Bradford asked from the other side of the car and instantly Bruce loosened his hold.
“Nothing boss. She’s refusing to get out” Bruce replied sharply and yanked her out of the vehicle. Kayla stumbled as her feet landed on the ground but before she could gather her bearings, Bruce dragged her along with him. When they reached where Bradford stood, Bruce let go of her hand and pushed her forward, motioning her to walk in front of them.
With tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, she carried herself inside a huge mansion that was adorned with guards in every corner. Every one of them bowed their heads respectfully to Bradford who walked two steps behind her.
The real shock came to her only when they walked into the huge main hall. Her heart began trembling with fear when she saw hundreds of women and teenage girls moving inside, all of them busy with one task or the other. Bruises and punch marks colored their pale skins blue and black. Each of the girls a black leather collar around their necks and it was no doubt that they were treated like animals.
A sharp sound of a glass shattering drew her attention to the extreme left side of the hall. A girl was on the ground, scrambling to get on her feet. The guard who stood near came forward and Kayla thought that he would help her. But instead, he kicked the girl’s stomach, dodging her body into the pile of broken glass.
A gasp of shock left Kayla’s lips as she stood rooted to the spot, forgetting the fact that she was supposed to keep walking. But all the other girls continued to do their jobs, completely unfazed by what was going on.
“S-Sorry Master. I’m sorry” Kayla heard the girl on the floor plead as her skin bled from broken glass. The guard crouched down to the level of the girl and grabbed her by the throat, causing the girl’s eyes to go round. The poor girl thrashed in his grip, lusting for the air he was cutting off. In less than ten seconds the girl’s body stopped trembling and became still.
“F*cking cunt” the man spat on the lifeless girl’s face and dumped her body back on the ground.
By now Kayla was heaving, her mind going hazy and unable to register the fact that she just witnessed a cold-blooded murder. She has heard of monsters, but never though that she would have the misfortune of meeting them in person. Kayla was also deeply disturbed by the other girls’ attitude of being unbothered about the murder; But from that incident alone, she could deduct something. It was a daily occurrence in their lives.
“Keep going. I don’t have time to put on a show for you” Bradford instructed sternly and gave her a push from behind. It was only then did Kayla come back to earth. She instantly obeyed the command to avoid angering him and forced her legs to move in the direction of a stair case.
All the slaves had their gaze lowered to the floor and no one dared to look up as Kayla and the men walked past them.
With every step of the stair case that she conquered, Kayla felt her feathers of freedom being plucked away mercilessly. If not today then tomorrow, she would also be tortured and be made like one of those countless number of girls downstairs.
When they reached top of the stairs Bradford’s phone rang out, which he attended with a grim expression.
“If you can’t do it then I will” Bradford cut the call and faced Bruce.
“You take care of her. I’ll have to meet up with the Greeks because the fucking pussy I hired backed off last minute” Bradford grunted before he turned on his heels and rushed downstairs.
“Walk”
Bruce muttered as he grabbed her elbow and pulled her with him. Scared to her core, Kayla jogged to catch up with the monster who was directing her towards a room with a giant door.
When they reached the room the man who was stationed next to the door opened it for them. Bruce got inside with her and shut the door.
Her hiccups began once again, making him realize that she was scared as hell. But he wasn’t concerned at all. If anything, he was enjoying it.
That’s when something dawned in his mind. His boss was away with business and if he decides to do anything to her right now, nobody would be able to stop him.
A cruel smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth made her skin prick with alertness. He looked like a cat and she, his dinner. He definitely wasn’t going to destroy her at once. He would first toy with her before going for the kill.
As though sensing his heinous intentions, she took a step backwards on her unsteady legs and along with that a big hiccup escaped her mouth.
“Tsk tsk tsk... where are gonna go my doll?” he chucked humorlessly and slanted his head to the side like an unhinged person.
“Please *hiccup* let me *hiccup* go” she joined her hands and begged fearfully. She knew very well that she had nowhere to run. Earlier she thought that at least Bradford would shield her from Bruce but that option was no longer available.
“I’m just going to train you to be a good slave. That way it will be easier for you to please your buyer” he explained like it was a normal thing and started towards her.
“N-no *hiccup* don’t!” she moved back as far as possible, until her shoulders hit the wall, bringing her feet to a stop.
Bruce stepped into her personal space, closer than she had ever allowed anyone. One of his hands came up to lock on her jaw, making her whimper in pain.
“I’ll let you go if you tell me something” Bruce proposed and her eyes flitted with equal amount of disbelief and hope. He smirked when he understood that she was going to take that chance of escape.
“Tell me if you are blond down there...” He rasped, his thumb caressing side of her jaw with surprising softness. For a moment she stared a him blankly, not gauging the gravity of his question.
He quickly read it on her face and asked her again.
“I asked if you have blond hair above your pussy” he rephrased the question in a cruder manner. Her cheeks went up in flames of embarrassment and she wanted nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow her as whole. A criminal like him asking her a very personal question only made her want to throw up.
“Answer me” his enraged fingers painfully dug into her soft cheeks, demanding a reply from her pouting lips. Kayla whimpered but refused to answer. She would rather die than telling him what his ears wanted to hear.
“How about I find it out then?” he raised his eyebrows suggestively and her blood froze in her veins.
No, he wouldn’t....
Contrary to her thought, Bruce impatiently brought his free hand to her skirt’s waist band and began tugging at it.
“No please I-I’m n-not blond d-down there” she stammered and shot out her cold hands to halt his hand from violating her body. It was tough for her to spit out the answer but it was far better than him finding out for himself.
She was dying of shame when he intently scanned her face and on realizing that she was in fact, telling the truth, he let go of her.
She was free from his filthy touch but not his gaze.
“I’m letting you go...for now. But you will soon be taking care of my dick” his unholy words once again invited tears to her eyes.
Without sparing another word, he took his leave, his eyes darkened with unsated lust.
She felt a little relieved when he left the room but she was more scared than ever. She didn’t know which was worse; To be raped by Bruce or to be bought by someone at the auction.
Up until that morning everything was fine. Her life wasn’t perfect, but at least she could get by. Now her entire world was tilted upside down and she had no one to call for. She knew with all her heart that no one would come for her, not even her father. For all she knew, he must have fled the country by now.
Kayla let out a muffled sob against the back of her hand and slid down the length of the wall as the weight of her doomed future crept into her chest.
“God, please save me...” with her eyes closed, she prayed to the one person who has always been there to comfort her. But this time, even she wasn’t sure if her God would be able to save her from this hell.
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