Sold To The Boss: A Narcos Romance

Chapter 2

The green dress matched the green specks in her hazel eyes and clung to her body like a second skin. Her breasts were barely contained, spilling forcefully over the top, accentuating her hourglass figure. She felt another chill from the drugs that had been shoved into her forearm, and she bit down hard to keep her teeth from chattering. Even though Isabella was terrified and scared out of her mind, the singular emotion surging above all others was anger. Pure and raw, unlike anything she'd ever felt in her relatively simple, safe life. She wanted to hurt. Someone, anyone. But the shaking of her body kept her stuck in place, two feet behind a tall shivering blonde woman and two feet in front of a dark-skinned woman with beautiful almond shaped eyes. She hated the despair and lack of fight she saw in those eyes and hoped hers wouldn't lose their luster.

"Okay chica, move." Isabella felt the cold metal of a gun at her side as each woman was escorted from the small waiting room out onto the stages. She put up a small fight, taking short staccato steps and doing her best to squirm in place despite her captor's tight hold on her right bicep.

"Always the best ones that gib me the most trouble. Stop moving, fucking punta, and this will go a lot easier. Keep being difficult and I'll keep you for myself." His breath smelled rotten and his hand on her bicep was clammy. She had no way of knowing what terror was in store for her, but the thought of this man touching her anymore than he already was, had her striding quickly toward the stage like she actually wanted to be there.

"Good, punta." She finally felt his gun move away from her side as he roughly shoved her up the small steps to the circular stage where she was to stand and be bid on like an object. So many thoughts flashed before her as she was blinded from the bidders with bright stage lights. She thought of her aunt, pacing her small, cozy living room, wondering where Isabella was and why she still wasn't home. She saw a few happy memories with her mother from when she was young and times were better. She had to wonder if the police were even looking for her. Did anyone know that something had gone terribly, horribly wrong?

Suddenly the room got dim except for the light over the girl furthest to her right. Earlier in line, one girl told her they do a preview first and then allow the men to bid, usually limiting each man's purchase to one girl only. She told Isabella that she'd been sold two or three times which decreased her value causing Isabella to choke back the vomit that gathered in her throat at hearing these words like it was normal conversation.

When the spotlight hit her, Isabella blinked hard a few times to adjust her vision and felt herself staring out into a hazy blackness. She did her best to stand still and keep her back straight, feeling her legs shake beneath her in fear and from the drugs. She prayed that the men would see the obvious anger and rebelliousness within her, that they'd choose a more docile girl instead. That no one would want to buy her. But even that thought was nauseating; the fact that Isabella was in such a horrific place that her only shred of hope was that another girl would be sold instead of her.

"Turn around, chica! You're supposed to do a turn." She heard her captor hiss at her from behind the stage and she begrudgingly did a slow turn, dying inside for this to be over. When the spotlight finally moved off of her and onto the next girl she felt herself sag a bit into the high heels she'd been forced into, the wearing off of the drugs making her want to crawl into a ball on the floor. But she had to resist and save her strength. Somehow she would get out of this. There was no other way to think. The moment she did, she'd be as good as dead.