𝔸𝔻𝔻𝕀ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

(♡𝓒𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮♡)

A couple of hours, approximately, based on my counting of each second, strapped to the chair, passed since those men brought me into this room, apart from all the other girls. I dont know if they would have woken up by now or have they been already escorted to separate rooms like me. The pungent smell of decaying fills up my nostrils making me want to throw up.

As i was pondering on this thought, the pair of men barged into the room again. Last time i couldn't really study the facial features of the two, as i was under the influence of chloroform that partially clouded my senses. One of them is huge, with a buzzcut, tattoos covering his arm and unruly bush of a beard covering his face and a constant expression of aggression in his eyes. The other guy looks older, with no hair on his head or face, but somehow the snickering smile and those empty, cold eyes that are devoid of any emotions is scaring me more.

"So, number five. What you've been doing since we left you? Any smart attempts to escape from here? But ah, lemme guess, you couldn't find any as you are all buckled up to this chair huh?", a mocking laugh escaped the mouth of the guy with cold eyes. He looked at the buff guy by his side who shared the wicked smile. They find this funny. There's nothing in my life that had left me ridiculed as much as this.

I didn't reply with any smart comments this time because i know, letting my big mouth talk will only lead me to bigger troubles right now. Instead, i just gave them a death glare. I could feel a single drop of hot tear escaping my eyes, rolling down my cheek. In that moment, i realized that I've never been this helpless before.

"Aw, look at that. The kitten is crying", he mocked while making a pouty face and wiping my tear away. I shook my head violently to make him stop touching my face.

"Stop touching my face you, asshole!!" I cried out loud, desperate to slap him across the face.

There was a moment of silence until a hand came down on my face. The burn of the slap on my skin didn't hurt as much as it hurt my pride. Treacherous tears fell off my eyes.

"Kitten, do you think it was wise cussing like that?", he hissed, as he grabbed my neck, cutting off my oxygen supply almost entirely, nearly choking me to death. I could feel the slow pump of blood, my eyes bulging to their extent and i am positive that a vessel popped of in there because I can see a bloody haze of a pair of cold, empty, dreadful eyes, staring into mine.

"We need her in a good state for the auction tonight, Mateo. If you keep choking her like that, she might as well just die", the buff guy stated, a bit concerned. Concerned probably about the consequence they will have to face if they lose a girl. Fucking pathetic.

Mateo, as his name was, loosened his grip on my neck and ultimately let go. I coughed loudly, wheezing, trying to get some oxygen back to my lungs. My head fell in front of me as I coughed hard and saw blood coming out of my mouth. I spat it beside my chair, and slowly looked back up angrily at the pathetic excuse of a man sitting in front of me.

"What was that Kitten, is it blood?" he said in a voice barely above a whisper. He grabbed my chin and wiped the blood off of it. "Tch, tch, tch.. Look Kitten, what you made me do?" he stroked my face and put a rebellious strand of hair behind my ear. I knew better than to give him another reason to hurt me again, as much as I wanted to spit in his face.

He looked over his shoulder at the guy and asked, "What time is it, Luca?" "Its almost five in the evening..", Luca, the buff guy, replied. Mateo huffed, "And when does the event start?". "Eight.", Luca stated in a monotonous voice.

"Get the girls ready. There's little time left. And where is boss?" Mateo commanded, and ended his statement with a question. "She is making arrangements for the event.", Luca answered.

So a woman is running this hideous business of kidnapping and selling of little girls. The fucking irony. The mere thought of it is boling my blood. If i get the chance, I'll chop her head off by my own hands.

Mateo's gaze fell back on me again. "We are going princess, but people will come to doll you up. Do not try to resist or you already get how bad the consequences can get. Hmm?" he said as he stood up, gave me one last look and the pair went away, closing the door behind them, leaving me and my bloodied self alone.

Continued..

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