Disappearance: A broken Wing

Circle

Sitting in this room for hours helped me reflect on life. The only way I am going to survive this hellhole is if I focus on my family. I will survive; I just have to put on an act until I can escape. "Kara, guess what? This is where we say goodbye." Cue stated this as he walked into the room. "What do you mean?" I questioned. "You are now a part of the circle." "What's that?" I said it with concern in my voice. "You'll see." Cue came behind me and untied the chains. There was no point in running because I had a gun at my back. I just followed Cue's commands on where to go. It felt so uncomfortable walking out of the room with no pants or underwear on because Cue ripped them off, so I was exposed to all the men in this warehouse. "Yo, Cue, when you're done with her, can I get a chance?" A guy called out. "She's in the circle." "Well crap, are you going to spilt the check?" "I'll think about it."

I followed Cue to another room, where there were women stitching clothes and four guys at each corner with AKs, watching their every move. These poor women must be slaves. "Listen up, I need Kara here washed and dressed so I can put her in the circle." Cue Demanded. "Yes Sir." A woman stated this while standing up. "I'll be back in forty minutes." The women grabbed my hand and led me to a giant tub in the middle of the room.

"Please remove your remaining clothes." The women asked. I felt very uncomfortable with this, especially since there were men in here. I refused to do what was asked of me, and one of the men started walking towards me passionately, but the woman stepped in front of him. "Listen, you are uncomfortable; I get it, but I would rather you take off your clothes instead of these men. I'm just trying to do my job, and if I don't, then not only would you get hurt, I'll get killed." The women stated. I looked at the man and took a deep breath before taking off the rest of my clothes.

The women in this room filled the tub with buckets of water and began to wash the dry blood off of me. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, but I refused to show my weakness in front of everyone. Once the women were done washing me, they encouraged me to step out of the tub and throw on a blue bikini that matched my skin. They straightened my hair and put on some makeup. After a while, Cue came back into the room and snatched my hand, making me follow him. I had no idea what the circle was, but I knew it was nothing good.

I took a deep breath as I was forced into Cue car with my hands tied, preparing myself for who knows what. "Whatever you do, do not try to escape. You will die before you ever make it on stage." Cue stated. I took multiple breaths, but nothing was calming me down. After Cue drove into a parking lot, he covered my face with a black bag, making it hard to see anything. Cue began to drive, and I began to panic.

After a while, I heard my car door open up, and I felt someone snatch me up and carry me upstairs. My whole body was on alert. Where was I? What was happening? What was going to happen? So many questions remain unanswered. I heard voices in the distance. Pretty soon, I was snatched up and again forced to walk, only to come to a sudden stop. The voices were now closer and clearer.

"Next up is a young female that goes by the name Kara. Her sassy attitude and pretty face will keep you on your toes. Shall we see her?" I felt someone behind me pushing me forward. When I came to a sudden stop again, the bag was removed from my face. There I was on a stage in front of potential buyers. There were eight men behind a glass wall. My heart was beating faster by the minute. "Shall we start the bid at 86,000?" A mystery voice stated. I heard the sound of buzzers buzzing. They were buying me, and the prices kept going up.

"100,000" "800,000," "1,000,000"—who were these people? "Sold for $2,000,000. Thank you for your services. She will be at the front gate." Two armed men grabbed me and made me walk towards the front gate, where I saw a tall, muscular dude with green eyes and short, smooth hair. He had a little beard and dark brown skin. "Well, hello, Kara." The dude grabbed my hands and kissed them. I had a bad feeling about this dude.

"My name is Carter, and this is my bodyguard, Zues. Try something, and he has orders to kill you." Carter opened the passenger-side door and encouraged me with his hands to sit. If I was ever going to see Zayden again, I needed to play it safe. I hoped in the car, and Zues hoped in the backseat directly behind me. There was no making it out alive; I saw that now. Carter hopped in the driver's seat and drove to—who knows where?

. . . .

After hours of driving, Carter finally parked the car in the driveway of a mansion. "This is our home." "I have a home, and this isn't it." "Cue said you had a mouth on you. Don't worry, we'll fix that. Please follow Zues to your new room." I got out of the vehicle and saw that Carter had a lot more bodyguards in this house. I was never going to escape. I followed Zues into the house and towards my so-called bedroom. It had a king-size mattress, some black furniture, and a huge bathroom that had a walk-in closet. Eventually, Carter walked into the room.

"You like our room." "Excuse me." I stated. "This is our room, together." "Listen, I don't know what your game is, but I am not sharing anything with you." "Kara, I own you." "That's what the last guy said." "Yeah, well, I actually brought you. Listen, I had to drive five hours just to buy you. I am extremely tired, so we can do this one of two ways. You can easily submit or be forced." "Submit to what?" "Sex." "Oh, hell no, you're going to have to kill me." "Alright." As Carter got closer to me, I felt threatened and started throwing kicks and punches. I ran out of the room but was soon snatched up by Zues, who carried me back to the bedroom, or more specifically, the bed. "LET ME GO!" I screamed, cried, and kicked, but Carter ordered two more men to come into the room to tie me down.

I was useless. "You're going to learn, little girl, that you won't stand a chance against me. Carter ripped off my bikini and started taking off his clothes. I screamed and kicked even harder, but I was tied down. Carter, without hesitation, entered my hole, pushing harder and harder. I cried, but it was meaningless. Carter, with so much force, went harder and deeper. He took away my virginity. Heck, he took away my dignity. These men were sick in the head. As Carter was making me bleed, he leaned down towards me and whispered into my ear, "Welcome home, love." This was a nightmare.