When the wind blows

Chapter 2 - Crimson is a form of red

Aslan Myers

Guards surrounded the mansion carrying heavy and standing strong. We entered all taking tiny steps so that we wouldn't tumble over. The massive corridor was the first thing to be seen which had bow stairs and pictures of art hanging on the walls.

The guard stopped us in the center and began to straighten us to where we were in two lines facing the front.

"You girls are going to be put to work." I furrowed my eyebrows realizing that, that voice was the same as the man from the warehouse. "You'll be given roles in this house and you will play them well." His shoes could be heard but he wasn't in our line of vision, well that was until he was.

He came and stood front and center, his expressionless face cold and hard. The man looked like he never cracked a smile a day in his life.

"There are rules in this house and you will abide by them. First being you will always respect any member that is a part of this family. We have many ways of punishing a disobedient person and I'm sure you ladies wouldn't want to find out. Secondly, under any circumstances you shall never leave your designated area. Thirdly, some of you like to try fate, don't push your luck there are severe consequences to stepping out of line. These are the top three rules you'll find the rest in your corders."

He looked all around at the girls, careless of our lack of clothing. When his eyes stopped on me I visibly saw the dislike for me. "For your roles I've personally picked. Mindful if you're in the house you should be thankfully. If you were sent to the warehouse you'd be sleeping in the cold with far more harsh working conditions. If you were sent to the auction then you would have been sold to the highest bidder and have them do as they please with you. And last option, you could have been killed. Set aside and murdered in cold blood, but you know things can arrange themselves so I'd advise be on your best behavior."

My nose flared, these were fucking psychopaths. The sound of heels on the tiled floors met everyone's ears but we didn't dare care to look. Seconds later a women in a skinny tight dress walked up to the man and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Anyway. Guards unshackle them." He commanded.

The guards came from all directions and unshackled all of us. I rubbed my wrists once they were free, trying to soothe them. The man then started at the end of the line and assigned their roles. "Kitchen. Maid. Maid. Kitchen. Housekeeping. Brothel..." My head split in two once I heard brothel.

He continued down the line and he came to Leia. "Housekeeping." And unfortunately then me. The women on his side eyed me warily and so did he. I'm tired of looking at him though. I slowly started to trail my head down to the floor, not wanting to seem disrespectful but truthfully getting tired of his face.

However my head didn't get far enough before his hand clasped up to my chin and snapped it back up, much higher than originally. "Hmm." He hummed. "I want you in the brothel."

My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. The reaction seemed to please him very much since he let go of me with a smug look. "Take them to their duties." He commanded the guards, before walking away.

"Aslan." Leya gasped, clasping on to me.

"Come on girl." The guard pulled and tugged on her arm harshly, I was afraid they'd dislocate it in the process with how violent they tugged.

"It's okay Leia go on before you get hurt." I reassured her, but it did little to no good as she tightened her grip.

"No."

"Listen if you don't go they'll hurt you. I can't watch you get hurt, I'll be fine." My hand came up and rubbed her silky blonde hair trying to rid her of a little bit of her worry.

Her grip loosed slowly and when she dropped her hands and hung her head low in despair the guard yanked her out of my sight. My assigned guard took the other Women and I in the other direction, towards the elevator.

They put us all in — the ones who had been appointed to the brothel, where ever that may lead us — and let the doors slide closed. The longer we stayed in the elevator the harsher and more rigid my breaths got. It was only so much time a person could remain calm and their whole barrier breaks down but I refused to break down in front of these monsters.

When the elevator came to a stop they instructed us to get out but we were all too scared to move because of what we saw. The new place was dark with gold lighted areas. Down here most of the Decor was vintage and brown. There was a bar and tables that lined the walls and the center of the floors.

But the scenery — no matter how scary — wasn't what had us terrified. It was the men in the room, cigars in there mouths and drinks in there hands, as well as the women who walked no where near clothed — apart from a skimpy bra and a thong.

These women looked used and drained, and as I watched some of the men grasp them and take them off to unknown places they looked prominently unwilling to the treatment. In fact it looked like the life had drained out of the girls to the point they were beyond fighting.

A shaky breath left me as we were pushed into the rooms. "Move."

A guard came in front of us and began to go down a hall and we were instructed to follow. He led us down to a large room where most of the girls were gathered, either getting dressed or taking a minute to relax.

They clearly didn't have a slight but of respect to even give the naked women privacy.

"Aye Dina, bring your ass." The guard yelled.

A taller women came from out of a door and walked up to us with her six inch heels on her feet, a red see through bra, and a matching see-through thong. Tattoos lined the side of her toned torso and a belly ring hung from her navel. Her beautiful curly hair was put into a low ponytail, showing her gorgeous facial features.

"Sir?" She greeted.

"Get the new ones ready. Show them what to do, not do, and so on."

"Yes sir."

The guard nodded and released us going out of the room. When he left it was like a weight was lifted off of the girls as they sigh and their bodies relaxed.

"Hey, I'm Dina." Dina spoke and for the first time since we entered she lifted her head and I was met with her beautiful chocolate eyes. "The closet is over there, immediately get changed. But before, rules are to agree and corporate with anything asked of you, never be disrespectful, maintain your physical appearance, and never look the boss nor any guard in the eyes — this is a sign of disrespect. The consequences are drastic for breaking the rules so I beg you girls to be careful."

When she explained the last part only then did I notice the large gash of an old wound on her neck. I would ask here was it from one of the consequences, but that would be fairly disrespectful of me.

The girls did a slow nod but no word was spoken from us. She nodded over to the door signaling for us to go get dressed. Going into the room I come to find that it was a massive closet of skimpy lingerie and everything in between.

I began to wonder if Leía and Ti were okay, I know how I'm doing which is beyond not good but I hoped they were okay. I needed to find a way of here for us and the rest of the girls, no one should be put through this.

These men used women for pleasure and if not that you were expendable. We were of no importance to them, we could be killed in the blink of an eye. We were to be used as objects nothing more.

Picking up a random set from my size range, I held it in front of me and examined it. It was a see-through set with lace flower designs. The piece was royal blue with a matching garter belt and most definitely would have my ass out.

Dropping the set down from my eye sight with a sigh, the writing on the wall caught my attention like a lure. It was in cursive and illuminated the color red. Displayed on the dark wall made it unsettling.

It read.

Crimson is a form of red.
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