Disappearance: A broken Wing

Stuck

Fear—that's what I was feeling at this exact moment. I took multiple deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I noticed the little girl in my arms trembling. I held her tighter and whispered, "It will be okay."

She looked up at me and replied, "You have no idea what is about to happen."

Her words sent a chill down my spine. I needed to call for help, so I dug into my pocket to grab my phone, but my hand slipped right through. Crap. I had forgotten about the huge hole in the back of my pocket. Now I was even more worried.

"The boss is going to have a fun time with you," one of the masked men stated.

I bent down to whisper to the little girl, "What's your name?"
"Sally. What's yours?"
"Kara. How old are you?"
"Four."

My heart shattered at her answer. What had these monsters done to her?
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Seventeen. Today is my birthday."
"Well, happy birthday. Sadly, this might be your last."

After what felt like an endless drive, the van came to a stop. The back doors opened, revealing a dark, shadowy warehouse.

"Move it," one of the gunmen ordered.

Inside, I was met with a scene that made me sick to my stomach.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Sally. I'm surprised you escaped. I hope you enjoyed that brief breath of fresh air because that's all you're going to get."

The next thing I knew, Sally was being dragged across the floor by her hair, screaming in pain. Rage boiled in me. I ran toward her and shoved the man away.

"Who do you think you are?" he snapped.
"Leave her alone. Now," I demanded.
"Leave her alone? Baby, I've got a whole warehouse filled with kids her age. One thing about me—I don't like being disrespected."

Before I could react, something heavy struck me in the back. I fell to my knees, gasping, and was immediately dragged out of the room by three men. I kicked and screamed, but nothing worked.

"Keep her in the room. I'll visit her later," I heard the man say before they threw me into a dark space.

After being hit by that heavy object, I was taken to another room and tied to a cold metal chair. Chains wrapped tightly around me, cutting into my skin. Time felt like it slowed to a crawl.

Finally, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark man stepped inside. His black hair and soulless black eyes matched the cruel aura radiating from him. I could tell he had a black heart too.

"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked with a smirk.
"Where is Sally?" I shot back.
"Don't worry about it. Sally works for me."
"She's four! What sick human being makes a four-year-old work for a creep like you?"
"Watch it, love. I don't like being disrespected."
"I don't like getting kidnapped and tied to a chair."
"Oh, but that's the fun of it."

The closer he got to me, the more goosebumps covered my skin.

"You see, I own you now."
"No one owns me."
"I do."

I gathered every ounce of courage I had left and spat right in his face.

"You little—"
"What? Can't handle liquid?"

The man's face twisted with anger, and before I could react, he punched me. Blood gushed from my nose instantly.

"Luther, give me the bag," he ordered.

I watched as another man—Luther—brought over a large black bag. Within seconds, it was yanked over my head, suffocating me. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't breathe, couldn't cough, couldn't do anything.

I'm going to die on my birthday.

The bag was finally ripped off, and I gasped, coughing uncontrollably.

"You see, little girl, I am in control. How about we start over? What is your name?"
"Kara," I struggled to say.
"Nice to meet you, Kara. I'm Cue."
"Your name is as bad as your attitude—and as ugly as your face."

Cue's expression darkened, and he started punching me again. Over and over, his fists connected with my face. I knew I'd crossed the line, but I wasn't about to submit to him.

"Let's see what you have to say after I have fun with you."

Cue unzipped his pants and ripped mine off. My stomach dropped. No. No. No. I knew what was next. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless. He forced my thighs apart, ready to—

Then he stopped.

"You're a virgin," he said, almost stunned.

I don't know how he knew, but he zipped his pants back up and I let out a shaky breath.

"Luther, call the circle and tell them we have a virgin."
"Yes, boss."

"You're going to make me rich," Cue sneered.

Cue and Luther walked out of the room, leaving me tied up, broken, and crying. My entire body trembled. I missed my family and friends.

I missed Zayden.