Chapter 2

Iris's Pov.

Before I could even react, the unknown man practically dragged me out of the bathroom and down the hallway with Harry trailing behind us without a hint of remorse on his face.

“Let go of me!” I screamed, drawing the attention of the other strippers but no one attempted or dared to come to my rescue.

The man holding me smirked.

“I'll so enjoy breaking this little attitude of yours.”

Just then, I noticed Ethan far in the distance and I screamed for him, my panic increasing.

“Ethan!”

The man dragging me laughed.

“Oh, that guy? He doesn't own you anymore baby. I do.”

The words echoed in my head as I tried to make sense of what he meant. I stared at Ethan, waiting for him to do something. To run towards me. To beat the crap out of the man who was practically dragging me out of the building.

But he didn't.

Instead, he looked down at the ground as if he was ashamed to look at me.

My world tilted and I lost all resolve in me to fight back.

But as I slowly began to realize the reality of my situation, I started screaming again and as we stepped out of the club through its back doors, I felt a needle piercing my neck suddenly. The stab brought a burning sting that spread like fire, fogging my system. The pain was agonizing and my fear started to cripple.

A black cloth was placed over my head as they shoved me into a dark colored SUV. My eyes began fluttering but I fought to keep them open even though I couldn't see anything. The hot trail from my tears went cold and I felt my body going limp.

I continued struggling with all my energy but whatever they injected me with was taking over any little strength I had left.

I took in one last shaky breath and my whole world went blank.

~~~

My eyes popped open when I felt like I was being dragged and carried out of the car into what seemed like an alleyway.

As I tried to make sense of my situation and surroundings with the bag still over my head, I heard the scream of another girl not far from me and that was when I realized that I wasn't the only one captured.

Oh my God!

Who the fuck are these people?

I started screaming for help again but the bag covering my head muffled my screams.

“Help!” The other woman screamed from my left and my tears fell when the fear became too real. My feet swung below me and I kicked my attacker. He groaned in pain and his arm loosened, dropping me to the ground.

When I stood, I swayed on my feet, my head swirling from the unknown drugs given to me.

As I tried to remove the cloth from my head, one of my earrings got stuck and I desperately pulled on the material to try to get a glimpse of my surroundings but in the process, I must've torn my right earlobe because a fiery pain shot up my body, sending warm blood trickling down my neck.

But at least I finally managed to remove the cloth.

My heart sank when I found out that I was still being transported elsewhere.

I saw a man holding the other girl and struggling to get her into the van that was parked in front of us but her arms were flailing all around and her legs kicked uncontrollably below her.

Before I could really piece together what was going on, a hand grabbed me from the back of my hair, pulling me into their arms. They pulled the cloth back over my head and darkness filled my vision yet again.

I was thrown into another van and my head crashed into the side. I groaned out in pain, feeling my head throbbing. Another loud thud came from beside me and I heard the whimper of the other girl.

My breathing came out ragged and fear gripped my heart when the door slammed shut and the car started driving away. Rough hands grabbed me by the neck, lifting me.

“You're a true beauty.” I heard the familiar voice of the man at the club whisper near my ear.

“I'm going to make you my own sex toy.”

I cried loudly and my heart stilled with a terror unlike anything I've ever felt.

I knew there was something not right about these men! Why did I have to fucking piss them off?

“W-w-what d-do you want?” The other girl asked, her voice shaky.

“All we want is you lovely ladies.” Another voice called out, followed by a throaty laughter.

The car took a sharp turn and I rolled into a solid object. The man grabbed his hand and I went up my legs which was quite easy for him because I was not wearing much clothing.“Stop!” I screamed, thrashing in his arms.

“Don't touch me!”

My skin crawled when the bulge in his pants poked my inner thighs and I tried to get out of his arms but he held me firmly in his arms.

His fingers started slipping into my panties and I scratched him. Hard. He screamed, throwing me to the ground. The next second, I felt the air get kicked out of me when he punched me repeatedly in the stomach.

“You're going to kill her! Leave her alone!” The other girl screamed and the man stopped hitting me for a second.

“Shut up! Or I'll cut your fucking tongue out. You don't even know her.”

The girl made a strangled sound when she swallowed her cries and the man pulled me up by the neck.

“This will put you down.” He whispered and another sharp pinch to my skin followed. My body grew limp yet again, my eyes fluttering shut.

The last thing on my mind was Ethan's betrayal and whether my brother, Julian, would ever be able to find me.

~~~

Yet again, the sound of the car door opening woke me up and before I could register where I was or what was happening, someone dragged me out of the car. Their thick fingers dug into my skin and my bones ached from how hard they were pulling me.

My mouth was dry and my throat burned from all the screaming and crying.

Aside from the pain in my mouth, my ribs were on fire after being punched and to top it off, the right side of my face, where I tore my earlobe, was now numb.

With every step, the pain increased and I cried out.

“I'll give you a reason to cry if you don't shut up!” The man holding me shook me roughly and I almost fell from how dizzy I felt.

I bit my lip, swallowing my sobs, despite the scratchy pain it brought to my throat. The air suddenly became stuffy and I knew we were inside a building. Around me, I heard the soft sounds of laughter, pleasurable groans, and the soft cries of girls.

“New whores?” A man grunted, running a finger down my neck and chest.

Oh my God!

Whores?!