Oakhill Cottage

Two

Theo

"I need to leave." She's got a strong southern accent. Her large eyes battered at me. She appeared anxious but was trying to hide it. Her chest was puffed and her gur face was set. Yet, her trembling body gave her anxiety away.

"Doesn't work that way." I shake my head.

This was the part of the job I was getting burned out with. These women are always so scared when they're brought here and they want to leave so bad, but have to be held against their own will. This fight was getting exhausting.

Fear grows on her face as she thinks for a moment. She then runs the opposite direction. She doesn't get less than a foot away before I swooped her up and threw her over my shoulder. She was extremely light, like carrying a purse.

She shrieks and hits my back as I walk her back to her room. I toss her onto the bed, causing her to rebound twice. Frightened gray eyes stare back at me, strands of hair fallen in her face. She's very beautiful. She's got a soft, pale complection with pink, puckered lips and a soft jawline.

"Stay in here." I demanded before heading towards the door.

"Let me go!" She growled from the bed.

I turn on my heel to face her.

She immediately scoots back on the bed, breathing a million breaths per minute.

I turn away and head out the room, shutting the door gently behind me and locking it.

It's going to be a long day.

. . .

Stella

I must have fallen asleep because I was being woken up by large man number one. He was holding my hand and gently tugging me out of bed.

Hazily, I complied, setting my feet on the cold floor before realizing where I was. I yank my arm back and spring for the opened door.

A large arm swoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. His bare skin was warm beneath me.

I hit his back with my fists, but he wouldn't budge. His body was solid. My hands are even sore from hitting him and the last man that carried me.

We enter a dim room with a dark blue light. The room was filled with at least 25 people or so. All of which were naked.

The room was large enough to fit everyone with minimal furniture. There was a love seat against the wall, a large lazeboy chair in the corner, a long L-shaped couch across it, and over by the windows was a king-sized bed. Music played in the background of gentle moans and sighs from people having sex in various locations; On the couches, the chair, the ottoman, the floor, and the wall.

"Hey, Max." A man called as he walked us in. The man, now known as Max, waved at him with a nod.

Max tosses me onto the bed and reaches in his back pocket for rope.

I attempt to jump from the bed before his hand pins me down by my ribcage, taking my breath away for a second. He ties both my wrists together as I squirm beneath his body. His knees straddled my hips as he wrestled with my arms.

Over his shoulder, I spot Sam, who is now shirtless and is watching me.

"Sam!" I hollered.

He didn't move. His arms were folded as his eyes were lowered to mine.

"Sam, please!" I cried out as Max finishes with the rope.

Sam still doesn't move.

Meanwhile, people start to crowd Max and I with curiosity.