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Chapter 4
Presley
I spent far too long in that medical room, if you ask me. It felt like hours as I stayed strapped there, poked and prodded, completely naked. When the doctor left, she had another man just like Thomas come into the room and watch me. He ogled over my body with his eyes, and for a while, I was fearful that he’d rape me too.
I closed my eyes the entire time, trying to think of other situations, but it was hard, especially when I was living in this form of hell.
She came back, and I thought she might be somewhat human, give me a gown or some sort of blanket to cover up. Instead, she just told her goon to take me back to my cage. He did, but boy did he get every feel that he could while he was doing it.
I sat at the bottom of my lovely cage until I counted that over three hours had passed.
I was so bored that it was all I was doing, until I fell asleep, because what else could I do in this place? Calling out and pleading for help wouldn’t benefit me. I heard another girl screaming, which gave me hope because I realized that I was no longer alone. But my hope was quickly taken away when I heard a man enter her room and the unmistakable sounds of her screaming for another reason. She wanted help, and, in return, she was raped.
I swear, whenever I get out of this hell hole, I’m going to make these people pay for what they’ve done.
The creaking sound of the metal door opening causes me to be on alert, every primal defense coming straight to my mind. I don’t know how I’ll defend myself against this man, but I’ll figure it out. He throws something in my cage and stares at me, arms crossed in the doorway.
“Eat it, girl, or else I’ll give it to someone else, and you won’t get food for another day.” I calculate what he’s saying, looking for the round object and find it on the side of my cage that’s still dark. Bringing it to my nose, I think it’s bread. It smells like it, yet I’m so unsure. I’m afraid to eat what he’s given me, however, if I don’t eat, I’ll lose my strength, and I can’t afford to do that right now. I bring the bread to my mouth and take a bite, chewing quickly. At any given moment, he could choose to tear it from my grasps. Within a matter of moments, I’ve eaten the entire thing.
I can’t make out the man’s face, but the moment he realizes that I’m done eating, he comes towards me, unlocking my cage, and grabs me by the back of the neck. He takes me into the hallway down the opposite side from which I came, and I see other women in rooms with their doors open. Some are sitting around, relaxing, from the looks of it, while others seem to be a bit agitated. I wonder how women could even be relaxing in a place such as this. Don’t they want to get out?
The henchmen grabs a door, opens it ,and tosses me in the room. He stands in front of the door so I can’t try and get out.
It’s not like the exam room that I was in before. It’s much different. There’s a regal looking carpet on the floor with built-in dressers along the wall. They have small buttons on them that must open and lock them, since we’re on a ship.
For a moment, I think that the doctor might be coming back in this room to give me the results of my test, but as I see things on the wall . . . I don’t think I’m right. Fabric hangs down from some sort of hook in various colors. Vibrant greens, purples, and reds in the finest material. It kind of reminds me of the dress shops my mother would take my sisters, Riley and Tenly, and I, to, when we were younger. We’d go for a fitted gown every year whenever the Richards’ Energy gala was being held.
The door opens, and in comes a dark-skinned man who looks as if he’s in his early thirties. He has an emerald green scarf on with a matching paisley shirt and tight fitted black pants. He screams fashion wherever you look at him. If things were different, I’d probably be friends with him.
A tape measure hangs around his neck, and he yanks it off quickly, wrapping it around my bust, mid-section, hips, and then mid-thigh. Every time he gets a measurement, he’s quick to write it down on a notepad in his pocket. This only confuses me more with every moment that passes us by.
“A lovely girl like you will look so beautiful in a pale pink. Yes, we’ll curl your hair a bit, put a lip color that matches the gorgeous gown I’ll make for you, and I’ll make sure your eyeliner is on thick. You have eyes that just . . . beg for every man to look at you.” He speaks with a Brazilian accent; thick through every word.
The more I’m here, the more I’m seeing that my daddy called it. Brazil is the worst for sex trafficking, from the looks of it. I’m being dolled up to be sold to the highest bidder.
I want to take the pencil right out of his pocket and shove it in his eyeball, the same way I threatened Paulo not too long ago. However, I know that if I act, I won’t get out of this place. I’m severely outnumbered, even with only seeing the few people that I have. If anything, I have to make it to this auction, get purchased, and then I can make my master plan on how to escape the evil clutches of whomever is so determined to buy me. Whoever he is, he’ll come to realize that I’m not a prized pony. I’m his worst nightmare.
The fashionable man steps away and smirks widely at me. “Sweetie, I’ll have a dress for you soon. Don’t worry. You have spirit, and you’ll get out of this place soon.” He turns on his heel and exits the room.
At his exit, the henchman grabs me by the forearm yet again and takes me further down the hall. We go down three short steps and walk into a tiled room. I hear water running and see women in various areas. It looks like a community shower, something you would see in a prison or dorm, without curtains.
I glance to the left and see a few girls, separated by maybe six or seven inches, from the looks of it. They’re each under the water, and I head towards them, figuring maybe I can get some answers or there will be some strength in numbers. I get over to the remaining showerhead that isn’t on and turn the knob, causing freezing cold water to come out of it.
The girl to the left of me laughs but is sure to keep her voice low. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I highly doubt that. I’m Presley,” I say quietly.
“You must be the defiant one,” she mutters, her Australian accent coming out thick. I’ve been to Australia a few times over the years and miss it so much.
“I suppose that’s me,” I comment, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering it over my body. It smells like something you’d buy at a discount store that expired and you’re wondering if it’ll harm your body or not. I wash myself off, my body finally getting used to the ice-cold water that’s coming out of the head.
“You want to make noise, girl?” The Australian girl is grabbed from the back of her hair and dragged out a few feet away. She’s thrown on her knees, and I see three men come from around her. One strips naked and gets on the floor below her, sinking his cock into her cunt. While one stays behind her, unbuttons his pants, and pulls out his cock. I don’t know why I’m watching, but I can’t help it. I have to watch whatever is going on. The one behind her dips his cock with the other, going in behind her. I’ve heard about women getting double penetration like this, one cock from below and another from the top, stretching their pussy to the extreme.
I hear a slight sniffling sound and see there’s a girl who can’t be older than fourteen or fifteen across the room, standing under the cold water. It makes me sick to think that someone this young is in this horrid place.
I think that’s the worst of it, when I remember there’s another man standing there. He pulls his dick free and shoves it in her mouth, so far that I can hear her gagging, screaming as they all move around.
I turn back to the shower head and stare at the wall, trying not to tune out what is happening from behind me. “If you speak, they will do that to you. Best not to let them hear you,” the woman tells me who is at the next showerhead.
