My New Life

Chapter 3

"P-please l-let me go" I begged in despair to the huge figure inches away from me.

He punched the wall a few millimeters away from my head and I jumped in terror, tears pouring down my face.

"We are the ones in control here. It is us who decide. You be a good girl and we won't hurt you. But if you disobey us you won't like the consequences" he said in a warning tone, his face devoid of any emotion.

"W-why are you doing this to m-me?" I asked in a little voice as he turned away from me and I was instantly met with an angry glare.

"Enough of these questions" He said in the deepest, scariest voice I've ever heard and I shuddered.

"There are two sets of clothes in the wardrobe. Wear any one of them and in ten minutes someone will come to get you" He said like he was reciting something.

"And you better fix that pretty face of yours before he comes" He added before locking the door.

I was left alone in the room again. My mind was filled with hundreds of questions but with no one to answer them.

"Why have they captivated me? I obviously don't have any money or anything"
"What are they going to do with me?"
"Who is the 'he' that those men were referring to?"

Defeated, I decided to follow their instructions so that they wouldn't kill me. I approached the wardrobe and opened it slowly. My eyes wandered on the two sets of clothes hanging there. I took them out and my eyes widened as most of my previous questions were suddenly answered.

"I- I am being sold as a s-sex s-slave" I muttered and my body suddenly lost control and I found myself on the floor.
I often heard my dad, who was a police officer, talking to my mum about these things when he came back from work. But I never really understood most parts of it since I was so young.

"No- I can't do this" I said, sobbing.

I looked at the two pieces of clothing. I don't even know if they can be called clothing. One was a red lingerie with barely any coverage. It was a two-piece clothing: a lacy see-through bra and a thong connected with a pair of lacy stockings connected with a strap. The second set of clothing was even worse. It was only black straps, providing coverage only on the nipples and connecting to another strap that was supposed to go on the vagina.

I gasped in shock. How did they even expect me to wear those? I sat there crying for what seemed like an eternity before the door burst open again and this time an old man dressed in an elegant white suit entered the room. His face instantly changed as he saw me sitting there, not having followed his instructions.

I stood up and decided to try running away since the old man couldn't be fast enough to catch me. But as soon as I got out of the room, a few guards tackled me down and flung me into the room again.

"Another resistant and determined bitch I see" He said in a mocking voice yet his eyes were red with anger.

"You know...every girl who comes here is like this at first. And that's what makes it so fun...to break them until they are lifeless bodies, following every command of mine without any drama. I just love challenges" he said as he paced around the room, looking at me directly in the eyes.

Suddenly he walked towards me and before I could do anything he grabbed me by my hair and pulled it as hard as he could.

"Stop. Please stop" I yelled but that made him hold me even tighter.

"I told you to change into those damn clothes 15 minutes back right?" He said with clenched teeth.

"I won't" I suddenly said, spitting in his face.