♋ Tate ♋
I woke up handcuffed to a bed. My throat was dry and my head was pounding.
There was an older man about in his late 30's looking down at a magazine across from me. I scanned the room for an ideas of where I was but I couldn't come up with any ideas.
The light above my head was flickering every 10 seconds and the room smelled like a doctors office. There was only one rusty door in the small room and I noticed a little table with viles of liquids and needles, where the hell am I?
"Luther, she's awake." An older woman walked through the rusty door making a squeaky sound that made me cringe. She was short with long black and grey hair that hung to her waist, she wore a white button up with black slacks and many wrinkles and worry lines.
The man, Luther, came to one side of my bed as she went to the table with the needles. I looked up at him in fright. He wore a black shirt and blue jeans, his hair slicked back and no emotion on his rugged face. He was a very tall built man.
She turned around with a needle. As she walked over to me I started to panic, "no, no please." I wimpered as I began to lightly try to shake the hand cuffs off, I hadn't realized how weak I was till then.
Tears were falling from my eyes as she tried wiping a spot on my arm, "Now don't fight it won't help, just calm down. Breath." She looked me in the eyes but it only made things worse.
"Luther hold her still." She gave up, the man held my arms down with his hands and pushed down on my chest with his elbow. I threw my head back down on the pillow and cried as she stuck me with the needle in my arm and pushed the unknown liquid into my veins.
She nodded and he took his hands off me.
"See that wasn't so bad." She walked back to the table to put the needle down.
My vision started to blur and my eye lids started getting heavy.
The woman turned to luther and began to speak , "You can go ahead and take her for her shower and make sure the boss knows she's..."
Her words and figure started to fade out as I was sucked back into darkness.
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Until It Hurts
RomanceHuman Trafficking. You never really give it any thought unless it involved someone you loved or yourself. At least, that's what it was like for Tate. An everyday basket case with a predator for a father and a skanky mother that only had eyes for her...