FRAGMENTS

~SOMEWHERE

She screamed and thrashed about.

She couldn't take it any longer. Her head was aching and she wished she was finally going to die. Her wounds were starting to get infected and she screamed out for help. Her own voice started to claw out of her throat; dry from dehydration and starved of water. Soon she started to yank on the handcuffs, cutting herself deeply in the process. She was ready to lose her hands for her freedom.

"No one is going to find you. So save those screams for when you're being fucked" A man entered the room. She stopped for a while, staring at him, the man with the hideous scar cutting across his features. He went up to where she was chained and punched her in the gut, earning another muffled scream from her.

She collapsed even more on the floor and spat the blood that began to pool in her mouth on his shoes.

"Finally, a pop of colour to this room" She screamed, but only her could hear it.

He scoffed, seeing no need to hit her a second time.

She was tired, tried jumping out the window, suffocating herself with the sheet, hitting her head on the wall, but he wouldn't even let her die. The men wouldn't let her die.

Its rare to find young pussy nowadays. They said.

You're a worthless bitch with no value. They said.

Your only use is to please the men in this brothel. They said.

The room was locked amd no one needed to tell her, there were a hundred bars stationed to prevent escape, the windows were locked and needed some kind of security breach to be opened. She ran her hands through the tally sticks on the wall, she stopped counting after five years, or maybe she ran out of space.

"Flavia, clean her up. We have the Valentino twins from Italy. They want the best we have. Conceal those wounds and dress her up real slutty and sexy. Se oro mi ye o? "

Flavia, a ginger haired girl, who only came to drop clothes for special occasions and give her shots of opiumnodded, uncuffing her from the bedpost and energy surged from within her, she began to struggle out of the maids hands, screaming and squirming until she felt a sharp needle on her collarbone, slowly going in.

"Years later and you still haven't learnt" Her captor seethed, blowing out smoke from his vape. She felt the world around her come to a blur as she slumped, feeling the effects of the sedatives.

She'd witnessed girls from other families being released after ransom payments. Some had become fleeting friends, sharing whispered conversations and hatching desperate escape plans. Though each attempt had failed miserably, Angel persevered.

Alone and nameless, she'd lost her identity. No family, no contacts, no one to call her own. Yet, in this desolate place, they'd given her a name: Angel.

But she was sure they were only being ironically cruel, naming her angel and trapping her in hell.

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