Coming back to the end [COMPLETED]

Part 31

Authors POV

She groaned from her aching head feeling the smell of fungus invade her nostrils. Without opening her eyes she felt extremely cold. Trying to move she flinched feeling her body hurt badly.

The commotion in the room made her shot her eyes open and try to sit up.

"Shit..." she hissed feeling her hands bound together while she tried to sit up moving like a worm.

"Here, let me help you," a hushed voice resonated behind her.

She was lifted from the ground and the person sat in front of her eyes. It was a young girl with curly hair and bags under her eyes.

"Let me help you with the rope," she leaned closer untying the ropes and carefully helping Emily to massage her bruised wrists. "I will get you an ointment. It will help." the girl smiled sweetly and stood up.

Emily turned her head absorbing the environment she was in.

The dark room with bare walls and the dirty floor was looking big reminding some warehouse. The set of two-storied beddings were placed along with it. They were old metal and rusty, each had a dirty stained mattress on it. There also was a table in a far corner and what looked like a cage on the other end. She looked around seeing lots of girls and women of different ages. There were more than 20 of them. Some of them were lying on the beds and some sat in groups of three whispering about something.

Emily rubbed her temple remembering all that happened last she remembered. She was hiding behind the cash register from men in black masks shooting at them. When they were about to find them Emily took a run averting their attention from Rosa and Angela. She ran as quickly as she could but was straddled to the ground and felt a sting on her neck. She was injected with something.

Where was she? Why there were these women here and why those men took her? Millions of questions roamed through her head while she was scanning the room for any signs of escape.

"You can't run from here." the same girl said approaching her with a little jar in her hands. She kneeled down and treated Emile's wrists. "They are very careful with the security. Once I saw them shot a girl who ran from the doors," she said tilting her head in the direction of the only metal door in the big room.

"Where am I?" Emily finally opened her mouth. "I shouldn't be here." panic coursed through her veins.

"We all shouldn't be here. But yet, here we are." she smiled sadly and stood up. "Come you must be hungry." she took Emily's hand and lead her to the corner where a table stood. "My name is Olly. What's yours?" she asked pouring water into the plastic cup.

"I'm Emily. Do you by any chance know how long was I sleeping on that floor?" she asked taking water from Olly.

"They brought you yesterday." she leaned on the table and looked at Emily's eyes. She passed her what looked like a bun and took one for herself.

"Can you tell me where am I and what all these women doing here?" Emily asked but deep in her head she already knew the answer.

"Some will be sold on auction and some work at Master's brothels. I don't really know much because they put us on drugs and time here flies differently," she said lowering her eyes.

"This is fucked up," Emily looked around once again. "We should do something. We should create a riot or something! There must be a way out!" she screamed and started to pace around looking around.

"But there isn't!" Olly stopped her by her hands. "Please don't shout or they will beat us again. Believe me, you don't want that. If we misbehave Master drugs us and gives us to his men. They are the worst." she pleaded. After her words, Emily froze on the spot looking intently at Olly.