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 Blood-so much freaking blood. I was currently on my hands and knees, scraping away the blood on the carpet. As much as I wanted to believe I could escape, I knew the hard truth. I was going to die in this hellhole, and I was never going to see my family again. That was the truth. No matter how I see things, everyone in this house is going to die at the hands of the enemy.

I never really understood the fear of sex trafficking on TV, but now that it has happened to me, I know I am going to die. It's funny that the only reason I'm here is because I wanted to help a little girl. I wonder if she was okay. I hope she's in a better position than I am.

It took me five hours to make Mealy disappear from this room. I needed to put my hope aside and face reality. I was going to die in this hellhole.

"Kara, Keto is ready for you in the first bedroom." Marco stated. Crap, I forgot I was supposed to be pleasing Keto. How was I supposed to have sex with the man who made me kill my friend? How was I supposed to do anything anymore? "Alright, tell Keto I will be there in ten minutes. I want to wash the blood off of me first." I replied to Marco. "Make it quick; the boss is getting more anxious." "Let me wash."

I picked up all the bloody sponges and headed to the bathroom. There was no hope left for me. After I dropped the sponges in the sink, I hopped in the shower and began to let the hot water burn my skin. As I was washing, I began to think that caring is who I am. I care so much about others because that's who I am. The second I stop caring, who will I become?

I finished up my shower, making sure to dry myself as well as possible since clothes are not allowed in this facility. I exited the bathroom and made my way to Keto. Let's have sex with a murderer.

"I''ve been waiting for you." "I've been cleaning up blood." "Well, you're here now." Keto got off the bed and started walking towards me. Keto took his left hand and grabbed under my butt, pulling me closer to him. "Let's make this night memorable, shall we?" What the hell? I already lost my virginity, my dignity, my hope, my family, and myself. I'm going to die here. "Let's do it."

I pulled Keto down towards my lips and kissed him aggressively. I had no love for this man. Heck, if he were drowning, I'd watch with a bag of popcorn. I needed to start being more engaged in this little game that Keto wanted me to play, or else more bodies would appear.

Keto lifted me from under my butt and carried me to the bed. I was on top, and he was on bottom. Keto spread his legs open so I could fit in that perfect spot. As I was kissing Keto, I felt his hands slip into my clit. He was fingering me. I hated this, but I couldn't clean up another dead body. "You've gotten better at this. Now, please me in a special way." Keto whispered into my ear.

I began kissing down Keto's torso until I reached his penis. I knew what he wanted, but I just stopped. I couldn't bring myself to do it. "Kara, baby, the wind is making it cold. Warm it up for me." I couldn't do it; I couldn't find the motivation. "Kara, you don't want more bodies showing up, do you?" There it was—the motivation I needed. I let out a deep breath before taking his penis into my mouth. Keto arched into my mouth, and it was the most disgusting thing ever.

"Good girl. I think you're ready for your next meeting." Keto moaned out. This is what my world came to. I'm just waiting for someone to kill me, and then I will finally be happy in life once again.

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