A Year and 365 Days

Chapter 13

one of my longest chapters, and i double posted today because its friday and i had time. please leave comments :)
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"Why are you surprised, your a sex crimes cop, didn't you have at least the slightest idea in the back of your mind?" Amber asked

My mouth was open but I couldn't process words at the moment, tons of things were racing through my mind. When they had transformed me, I had a slight idea, but I was a cop, I thought I could get out of this without a struggle. It's the fact that I'm half way across the world, only to be told I'll be a sex slave. I snapped out of swirling thoughts.

"Being a cop, especially a sex crimes cop, I never see these types of crime span across the globe, I thought of the idea of having to be a wife or something like that, but then transforming me to this, and then seeing all of you poking your heads out the door..."
"You thought the worst?" She continued finishing my sentence

I nodded.

"Don't you have something up your sleeve to get out of here?"
"It's not that simple, I'll either be killed or who knows what---I have to earn their trust and then I can make my move."

Amber squirmed from the sheets on top of her bed. She rose from her temporary seat and opened a door that was in the corner of the room. She opened the door revealing a colorful closet of dresses and outfits, including shoes.

"You can keep your stuff here, they'll fill it more eventually." She sad as I assumed she was referring to Damien and Alex

I sat on the edge of the bed. Amber looked through the two dressers that were under the windows of the purple walls. She pulled out grey sweat pants and a black t-shirt.

"It's getting late, you'll start tomorrow." Amber said tossing me the sweats
Before I could ask why she filled me in.
"When we get a new girl, all the girls stay in for the night, that's when Alex and Damien have everybody have dinner together and then they evaluate the newcomer, sort of like an initiation."

Amber slipped out of the top of her dress pulling a t shirt over her back. I caught a glimpse of her back for fading sunlight going through the windows. Her back had risen white scars on her back. Each scar was about six inches long but faded. She finished changing when she saw me looking at her back.

"Your wondering aren't you? Don't worry, just be good and you won't have these on your back. The night I first came, that's when I was given this punishment, I deserved it anyways."

Cop mode set in, and I came over to her, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"It's not your fault. None of this was."
"No, it was mine, I made a mistake. Just drop it it, that was two and half years ago, I've let it go."

Here I was with a girl that had became accustomed to the beatings, torture, and assault and didn't seem to have been stunned by it. She had been here so long, because so used to this way of living. It shocked me how normal she stayed. I couldn't help but wonder what she was like before all of this.

"Get changed, we'll be going downstairs at 6:30." She said

It was five after six. I wasn't used to the time change, especially being six hours ahead of New York. Amber had said she'd been given punishments the first night she came, and to be good no matter what. My mind had scenarios flowing through my brain when Amber interrupted my thoughts.

"It's 6:30, let's get going." Amber said

I didn't want to move, nor think what was ahead of me. Amber got up from her bed and put her hand out for me. She helped me up off the bed. Just having met her, I knew she'd probably be the one I'd befriend.