Ceviliana

Prologue

PROLOGUE

Music blared through the overhead speakers as dozens of people, mostly drunk, danced to the beat, grinding against their partners. I watched them from a distance, sitting on a transparent bar stool, with my cocktail in hand. I for one wasn't a person you'd find in a bar, especially a bar full of hookers like this one. So holding a glass full of cocktail with some obese drunkard hitting on me felt really uncomfortable. Especially the grosteque odour coming from the orang-utan sitting on my left. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, swaying towards my right against my friend, John, thanks to whom I'm in this situation in the first place.

"Chill out Mia, he's just a guy. He won't bite." smiled John, noticing my uneasiness, who I'm pretty sure was enjoying my closeness a bit too much.

"By the looks of it, I'm pretty sure he would." I yelled purposely, using the table behind as support to balance my weight with the orang-utan closing in on me. I internally puked as he flashed his not-so-pearly whites into an ugly smile, one that would even make a pig run away.

"Oh god I think I'm gonna throw up." I whispered, placing my cocktail on the bar, before getting up from my seat and heading towards the exit.

John grabbed my wrist, spinning me around. "Hey where are you going?" he asked, quite confused at my sudden departure.

"Out!" I screamed as the music got louder and everyone howled at the new beat. "This place is making me sick."

"C'mon don't be such a baby. Have some fun. Here have a drink." He swiftly offered me his glass of vodka.

"No thanks John, I'm good." I denied. "I'm just gonna go out for a breather okay? I'll be back in a few." I lied fluently, seeing John reluctantly nod his head. I was never coming back to this place. I figured I'd text John after I returned home with one excuse or another.

I walked out of the bar called 'VOGUE' tightening the leather jacket I was wearing around my frame. It's such a gloomy night, I thought, picking up my pace towards the taxi stand on the opposite side of the street. I casually eyed a group of trashy women walk out of the bar wearing nothing but a furry coat and fishnet stockings, their arms linked with various men. They knew how their night was going to end, I thought. They all had dark rimmed eyes, which made me wonder if it was just makeup or over intake of drugs.

All of a sudden, a huge black van sped into the empty street, heading straight towards the sidewalk right next to the VOGUE. I watched in panic as a few men, all dressed heavily in black emerged from the van and rushed inside the bar. Some even captured people, handcuffing them before dragging them into the van. Cops, I thought, realizing that they were only 'collecting' the ones that looked a bit too drunk or slutty. Run, a voice whispered in my head. I didn't know why, but my senses instantly kicked in, and pushed my legs forward in a sprint, away from the massacre. Women of various ages fled from the bar screaming, only to be caught by the bulky cops. I kept running, unsure as to why I'm doing so even though I knew I wasn't guilty of anything. Almost there, I told myself, reaching the nearest end of the street.

A sudden yank on my shoulder abruptly pulled me backwards, my back crashing against a hard wall. I soon realized it was a chest I was against, and started to kick and flail violently, my heart thudding inside my chest. My hands were forcefully pulled behind, a 'click' sound following after. Oh crap, I thought. This was not happening. I tried to bring my hands forward, only to end up cutting myself against the jagged handcuffs. I tried to knee the man behind me in the groin, but instead earned a massive blow to my head. My mouth was duct-taped almost immediately as I struggled one last time, before collapsing against the arms behind me. I was utterly helpless.

He manhandled me across the street towards the black van, roughly pushing me inside it. Oh god please save me, I begged, tears brimming my eyes in pain, horror and defeat, only to be camouflaged by the silent roaring of the engine as we were driven off the area.

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