Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 22

Blair

Today is the day the men decide who is buying who. Every man shouted out each woman's name, the transfer being in about half an hour. And suddenly, from Victor Kane's lips comes out my name.

My head was hurting and pounding, my stomach starving, my body numb and weak from the lack of food and water. My name was the last thing I heard before my body gave out, my eyes shutting and seeing completely nothing.

When I regain consciousness, I find myself on some sort of metal table, Erik beside me preparing medicine, he's been the best helper in this disgusting, traumatic place.

He told me his dream of becoming a doctor, he threw it all away for Carlo and Brian, he regretted it, he should've chosen the same path as Leonardo, a clean slate.
He has a fiance, which he secretly sees once in a while. He told me she knew about his lifestyle and she accepted him, she understood that he was in great danger if he tried to back out.

She must love him a damn lot.

The only person I have thought of while I was here, was Leonardo, all the times I got raped, touched, forced against my will, the times I had nightmares, the times I got humiliated and degraded in front of these pussies who'd fuck anything that's wet enough, I thought of Leonardo.

He always calmed me, I thought of the good days we had spent together, the months we had known each other, everyone sees him as this cold person.

But to me, he's everything but cold.
I love him.
And if I ever see him again, this is the first thing I will be telling him.

The thought of seeing him again gave me hope. It warmed up my cold heart on the days I needed to feel something.

"Blair." I hear Erik say, distracting me from my thoughts, "remember the paper I gave you, directions out of here, use that, now, the girls are in ready for their transfer, Victor couldn't leave without you being awake, they're in another room, I'll tell them you've woken up, then run. The window is in the backroom, you'll see a tunnel, and you have the directions on there. Go." He says, helping me off the metal table.

I kiss him on the cheek."I'll come back for you and the others, I promise, thank you so much for everything, I'll never forget it." I say, as I quickly rush.

The floor is icy underfoot as I approach the window Erik mentioned. I force it open with a rusty groan, the metal scraping my skin. With a deep breath, I squeeze through the narrow gap into the stifling air outside.

The tunnel is dark and damp, with the stench of decay lingering in the air. I unfold the blueprint and remind myself of Erik’s directions. My ankle throbs with each step, but I push through the pain, driven by desperation

I sprint down the tunnel, feeling like the ground is igniting beneath my feet. The sound of running water and distant machinery fills the tunnel. Suddenly, I hear voices—Carlo, Brian, and others—searching for me. My pulse races as I scramble for cover.

I find a small crevice in the wall and wedge myself into it, hugging the cool, grimy concrete. I hold my breath as the footsteps and voices draw nearer. The men’s voices echo through the tunnel. I press myself into the crevice, squishing myself but hoping they won’t spot me.

The voices eventually fade, and I allow myself a quiet breath of relief. I open back the blueprint and run in the correct direction to the main road since the tunnel has two ways to leave. One is a dead end, the one Carlo and the others took.

The oppressive darkness of the tunnel wraps around me, heavy and suffocating, as I limp forward, the pain in my injured ankle, a constant, throbbing reminder of my desperation My breaths come in ragged gasps, mixing with the foul stench of decay that clings to the walls. I clutch the blueprint Erik gave me, its once-clear lines now smudged and nearly illegible. Every turn in the tunnel blurs together, adding to my confusion and fear.

The cold, damp air bites at my skin as I stumble through the endless maze of shadows. Each step feels like an eternity, like I've been walking in circles, and my tears mix with the grime on my face. I lean against the wall, sobbing quietly, my cries echoing in the eerie silence.

Then, through the oppressive quiet, I hear something that sends a jolt of hope through me. At first, it's just a faint murmur, almost imperceptible, but it grows clearer as I strain to listen. Voices. Familiar, urgent voices cutting through the darkness like a beacon.

My heart leaps into my throat. For a moment, I’m frozen, my breath catching as I struggle to make sense of the sound. But the realization sets in—I’m not alone. I force myself to move, pushing past the pain in my ankle, driven by the promise of rescue. The voices become louder, filled with a sense of urgency and determination. I quicken my pace, the tunnel’s twists and turns seeming less daunting compared to the hope now guiding me.

As I round a final corner, a sliver of light filters through a crack in the wall. I push forward, my hands trembling, desperate to see who’s on the other side. The voices are unmistakable now, and my heart races with both hope and fear.

I peer around the corner and, at last, I see them. The sight is so overwhelming that my knees buckle. I collapse onto the cold, damp floor, my body crumpling in sheer relief and disbelief. My breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps as I stare at the familiar faces, unable to fully grasp the moment. The reality of their presence, the realization that I might finally be rescued, crashes over me.

I’m not unconscious, but the weight of my emotions is so intense that I can’t muster the strength to move. Tears stream down my face, mixing with the grime and tears of desperation. I sit there, trembling, my heart pounding as I wait for them to see me and hope that this is truly the end of the nightmare I had been living.