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Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps and a door opened on the other side of the room. Fluorescent light spilled in, followed by two men.
I didn’t recognize them, but it hardly mattered. I had no idea who the people were that ran the sex trafficking, but there were a lot of them.
“What do we do, then?” one of them said, completely ignoring me as they talked amongst themselves.
“I don’t know. She’s basically worthless while she’s pregnant. There are some guys out there that have that kink, but not many, and it makes the bitches more fragile.”
“So, what do we do? Kill her? Cut the baby out?”
I shuddered, terrified. It was horrible to imagine being abused again, but I didn’t think they’d kill me. The door of my cage was opened, and they walked inside.
“You saw the reward offer. Two million. She’s probably worth more to us dead at this point.”
They reached me, cowering on the mattress, and the man knelt down in front of me with a lecherous grin on his face. I tried to scramble back, but he was fast as he grabbed my ankle, holding me in place. Then, his free hand slipped under my dress to feel me up. Everything within me rebelled at the idea of being touched by this big, scary man, so I brought my other foot to his chest and kicked him away.
I must have surprised him, because it worked, but it also infuriated the man. I watched as his face contorted with rage, and he surged over me, his hands locking around my throat.
A frigid sensation of fear washed over me as his hold tightened around my neck, making it hard to inhale. Despite my attempts to break free, it felt like pushing against an impenetrable wall. His size and strength made it impossible for me to escape his grasp.
Just as my vision turned black at the edges, he released my throat and scooted back. Fury at my helplessness made me act without thinking, and I spit in his face.
“You’re going to regret that,” I said venomously, ignoring the pain in my throat.
Both men just laughed as he wiped my spittle off his cheek. Then, he gripped both my wrists in one hand to hold me still before he took his sweet time returning the favor and smeared his salvia all over my face. I cringed.
“Next time, I’m going to piss on your pretty face if you don’t let me do what I want to you. So, you’d better keep your hands and your spit to yourself.”
They left after that, and I couldn’t stop the sobs that racked my body. I buried my face in my knees and cried, hoping with all I had that I’d get a chance to escape, to go back to Sebastian.
“Hello?” a soft voice called out from the other side of the room, putting a stop to my tears as I realized I wasn’t alone.
My head popped up, and I squinted into the darkness, but the limited light from the window didn’t reach the far side of the room.
“Hello? Who’s there?” I yelled back.
“I’m Darla,” the girl replied. “Are you Belle?”
I gulped. She knew my name?
“Yeah.”
“They’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
I figured as much, but a small part of me hoped they’d given up. Obviously, I was wrong.
“And you? Are you new?” I asked.
“Yes. I’ve only been here a few weeks.”
I couldn’t see her, but I knew that these sick bastards liked to take girls when they were young and freshly eighteen or close to it. I’d picked up enough information over the years to know that they believed they could mold young women to please men. The girls they took meant nothing; we were a means to an end. Moldable and easy to break.
“I heard them talking while you were still out,” Darla continued. “The man that bought you before you got away is coming here for you.”
My lungs seemed to freeze in my chest. That guy was terrifying and probably furious that I’d gotten away after he paid so much. This was a nightmare.
The door creaked open once more, and the men made their way to Darla’s cage. As the light filtered in from the hallway, I could finally make out her appearance and my suspicions were confirmed. She appeared to be no older than nineteen, with visible marks of abuse and injury adorning her body. Just like me, she was clad in a flimsy white dress, almost identical to the one I had on when I fled months ago.
I felt my heart break for the girl as they pulled her out of the cage. She still had fight in her, and she resisted. But it was no use against two big men. She was thin, probably having been starved, and likely weak.
