T A K E N

chapter four

"NUMBER 27 GET UR ASS UP," My eyes shoot open to the sound of someone banging on the door of my cell. When I look up at the window on my door I see the man yelling at me–

"are you fucking deaf, I said GET YOUR ASS UP 27" the man shouted at me. At his words I shot to my feet but stayed backed up against the wall terrified. As soon as I was on my feet my door shot open and the nameless man walked in. 

"wh- whats happening" I stuttered. 

"turn around" he demanded ignoring my question. Terrified I listened to his order and turned around, so that I was facing the wall I had become so familiar with. 

With out skipping a beat my hands were pulled behind my back and tied together. His large hand then gripped my upper arm and whipped me around so I was facing him again. Before I could process what was happening he pulled me by my arm out of the cell and into a large hall with rows of cells lined up next to each other, and started walking towards the giant doors at the end.

"who are you" I asked timidly 

"dont worry about 27" he responded. why does he keep calling me that 

"why do you keep calling me 27, my name is Chelsea." I said, my voice a bit stronger now than before but still a bit shaky. 

"I dont give a fuck what your name was. Now your name is 27, so get used to it,"

Before I got a chance to respond we had gotten to the end of the long hall and with his empty arm the un-named man swung the doors open revealing another shorter hallway. 

I decided to not ask anymore questions because the last thing I needed to do was piss this guy off more and get myself into an even worse situation. So I just walked silently trying to understand what the fuck was happening. 

Once we walked through the second set of doors, my eyes widened and my heart started beating faster. 

There was a small stage at the end made up of wooden crates. In front of the stage was a line of about 15 chairs, each one seated a man. All of them except for 2 or 3 were in their 50s-60s, there were also a few younger guys that were probably in their 20s to early 30s but still equally as terrifying, chatting amongst themselves. 

As we got closer to them my throat became dry and my hands got sweaty. we walked up next to the stage and through a door. When we got through the door we were met with about 20 girls from the ages of 15 to 25 probably. Some were crying, some were silently staring at the ground. But one thing i realized was they were all sitting in a line on the floor in only their bra and underwear with their hands tied behind their backs like me. 

"what the fuck" I mumbled to my self. "why the fuck did you bring me here" I said now directing my words to the man by my side. 

"its show day today baby" he said with a smirk. Just as I was about to respond he pulled out his gun and undid my hands. "you move you die." he said simply making my heart beat even faster. 

"take off all your cloths accept for your underwear" he continued. My heart was beating so fast I swear he could hear it.  

"no" I said quietly . 

"dont make this harder than it has to be sweetheart," he said holding up the gun that was in his hand higher. 

Terrified i looked around the room again, as tears pricked the corner of my eyes. 

"I SAID TAKE IT OFF" he shouted causing me to flinch at his words. Terrified I slowly took of my sweatshirt and dropped to my feet leaving me in my tank top and sweatpants.