It was a dark, chilly night. Everyone was either sleeping, on a romantic evening date or watching a movie in the comfort of their homes.
Fleur's POV:
I hid in a cave, hoping not to be found by my pursuers, my breath heavy and my legs weak. I heard voices coming closer to the entrance of the cave, I ran in deeper to prevent them from seeing me.
The men soon entered the cave, "Dammit! Why did it have to start raining?", the man whom they referred to as 'commander' asked, the frustration evident in his tone.
"She couldn't have gotten that far, she's most likely tired from all that running", the other known as 'Raf' said trying to soothe the anger of his superiors as he knelt.
"We'll have to wait here till this storm clears out", he added, "We can't wait here! She'll escape!", the last known as 'Wes' exclaimed, "Is finding her more important than keeping your life?", Raf scolded, "If we go out there now we'll die before we reach her", he added as he lit a fire.
"No! No! No! No!", "This is bad...this is bad....", I thought shaking like a scared puppy, "What am I going to do now?!", I thought as my mind was in scrambles.
"Get some rest", Raf said as he settled down on the cold floor, "Why? We need to be on the lookout for her!", Wes yelled.
"Why do you care so much about finding her Wes?", Raf asked, confused.
"Unlike you, I still remember who I'm working for", Wes replied as he slowly lay on his back, "What does it matter?", Raf asked, "Having done this job for a long time, we know how to hide so they never find us," he added confidently.
"Yeah, I'm not joining you", Wes said, closing his eyes.
"Both of you, shut up! If you want to catch her, go to sleep!" the man referred to as Commander barked, his voice roaring louder than the thunderstorm outside.
42 minutes later...
"They're sleeping...!" I whispered urgently as I slowly rose from behind the rock.
"Quick! Quick!" raced my thoughts as I silently and swiftly approached the cave's entrance.
I reassured myself, "A few more steps and you'll be ou—'" but my thought was cut short as something grabbed my leg. Glancing down, I saw one of the men grasping onto me., "You thought you could get away huh?", Wes smirked.
"Ah!" I gasped, feeling my legs tremble with fear as I collapsed to the ground.
"You're coming with us," Wes declared as he rose to his feet, "But I'll have a little fun with you as payback for making me run around this place," he added, undoing his belt. "No! No please!", I screamed, "Stop! I don't want this!" I pleaded as he grabbed my shirt and ripped it off.
"Shhh, don't make a fuss," he whispered, urging silence, as he bent down and pinned me to the ground.
No matter how many times I kicked and screamed, he didn't budge. It reached a point where I couldn't defend myself anymore, especially when the other man woke up and joined him.
When I awoke, I found myself lying in a small cage, surrounded by others just like it. Each one held people of different races, all bare. As I glanced down at myself, I realized I was in the same state as well, and then the memories from before I passed out slowly began to trickle back into my mind.
. . .
Four years have passed since I was brought to this place. I soon discovered it was a human trafficking institute where people were sold as slaves. I also learned a hard lesson: never disobey the wardens.
During the first eight months in the institute, I underwent a transformation. Initially, I was rebellious, until they 'trained' me.
"Let her go", the warden sounded from behind the metal door.
"But warden, we're not done with her yet", the man said between pants and moans as he thrust.
"The customers are already here", "She's one of the few that might be sold today", "If she's not sold, you can do whatever you want with her when she returns", the warden said which angered the man, "Seriously? Why her?", the man asked, furious, "You know she's favorite of all our men to have fun with", the man added.
"I am aware of that but your interest does not matter to me", the warden growled.
"Let her go or you'll face the consequences", the warden threatened, the man removed himself from me letting me slump to the ground.
"Clean up", a guard said, tossing me into the shower. My body was covered in bruises and a white substance. When I finished showering, the guard led me to the next building, where all the potential buyers sat.
"Good evening everyone!", the host sounded.
"We're pleased to have you all here!", he said again.
"We've lined up the best of them for you!".
"Do make your pick!", he exclaimed excitedly.
I walked out along with a few other people as the audience watched us intensely. "$5,000,000 for the brown-haired one! I have to say, she's quite the catch, I've tested her myself~", the host winked.
Someone from the audience sounded.
"$5,000,000?! Does anyone have a higher bid?!", the host yelled causing a murmur amongst the audience.
"Going...going...gone!", the host announced, "Please make your way to the payment station!", the host said as a man in the crowd stood up and left the room.
I was led out to meet my new master.A man who seemed to be in his late 60s, with a beard, and a pot belly, looked at me seductively as he grabbed my hand, "Get her some clothes", the man said to the person next to him.
"Yes, Mister Lausa", the man in formal attire answered before walking away.
The man whose name I learned was Joseph Lausa, was a rich man who lived in the suburbs, we were on the way to the airport for the next flight there, "We're going to have a great time together", Joseph said, taking my hand, "I can tell you're a very good girl and I'm sure you'll be very obedient", he said, bringing my hand up to his mouth, planting a kiss on the back.
We weren't supposed to reach the airport until around nine in the night, that was a good four hours we'd spend on the road.
Two hours left and we had just reached what I learned was the highway, it was empty and the car we were in was the only one present, "Sir, we have a problem", the driver said, sounding concerned.
"What do you mean we have a problem?", Joseph asked irritated but before the driver could answer, he was shot dead.
I watched in horror as Joseph stepped down from the car, only to be shot straight in the heart.
"There's someone else in here", I heard a man say, "Kill that person", "It's a woman", "Woman?", "Yeah, must be the precious thing that bastard came over to get"
"Take her, she's coming with us".
{Thank you for reading, see you in the next chapter.}
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عاطفية"So, you're the precious thing he went to collect?", he asked, "What could be so special about you that he was willing to risk his life to come onto my territory just to find you", he asked in a snarky tone, taking a step forward.
