Lot 13

Chapter 1

I looked up, but I couldn't see. My arms and legs were tied up to a metal chair that I was sitting in. I could hear the muffled voices of two men. One was deep and raspy, like he smoked so much tobacco that his lungs looked like raisins. The other, was low with a deep Russian accent. The muffled voices suddenly stopped and I heard footsteps coming towards me.

The light was blinding as they ripped the black sac off my head. I saw a man who had a stocky figure and seemed nervous for he kept wiping his palms against his dirty blue jeans. I looked around the room, there was a metal bed with springy mattress in the corner and a tray lying on the floor by the metal door. It felt like I was in a prison. "We have an offer to make you." he said. I realized it was the one with the raisin lungs. "Fuck you." I said as I spit at his feet. The tall and scrawny Russian man slapped me across the face. He hit me so hard that my face started to bleed, I could tell that he had done this before. "Makar, let's just go. We'll let the boss take care of her," the stocky one said to the Russian, "I know you want to, uh, ya know, do the thing. But ya can't, at least not without the Boss's say so." They both glanced at me then Makar began to speak. "You're lucky that Linus is a pussy or I would have my way with you."

He grasped my leg and touched my face. He began to slowly move up my leg and his face got closer to mine. I slammed my forehead into his. He stepped back and then came at me with a clenched fist. He would've hit me if Linus hadn't have held him back. "Wait for the boss!" Linus exclaimed. "Pussy" His thick accent gave me goose bumps. They left the room and I was left alone, with the flickering light above me and my thoughts. There were so many things going through my head. Where am I? Who is the boss? Am I ever going to escape?

Linus and Makar returned. This time Makar was holding and iron rod and Linus looked even more nervous than before. Another man walked into the room, he was tall and muscular. He had dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. He was wearing a gray business suit and a blue tie. He took off his jacket so his button up shirt was exposed and untied his tie. He was preparing something at a metal table. "If you cooperate then you will not be harmed. Is that clear?" His voice melted like butter in my ears. I didn't answer. He turned to look at me and slowly inched closer, "I said is that clear?" He said a little louder. "Crystal." I responded with a sarcastic tone.

The boss was holding a knife as he came closer.

"Who are you?" I said curiously.

"I'm the boss."

"I mean your real name."

"Now why would I tell you that?"

I didn't answer. "That's what I thought. You call me Boss, just like they call me." He pointed to Makar and Linus. Then he turned to them and said "What the fuck are you two cocksuckers doing here?" Linus stepped forward, "We wanna help Boss." Boss smacked him in the head, "Wait outside the door. If I need you I will call for you, but until then I can handle it." They stood there with a dumbstruck look upon their faces. "LEAVE!" They hurried out the door and Boss turned back to me. "They are fucking idiots. Now, are you willing to cooperate?" He stepped closer wielding the knife. It wasn't like any knife I've seen before. I was long and serrated, almost like a mix between a saw and a steak knife. I looked at the table and realized there were rows of knives that were all different shapes and sizes.

He ran the dull part of the knife from my neck to my shirt which was a white blouse that revealed my favorite black bra. I was wearing some cutoff jeans and my sluttiest red heels. Boss took the knife and started to cut of my blouse top. "What the fuck are you d-" my voice was shaking."Why don't you relax." Boss said calmly. "What are you gonna do to me?!?!" I started to panic and shake my chair. He touched his hands to my knees and began to move up. At this point my shirt was cut half way down and he started to kiss up my stomach until he got to my breasts. He ripped off my shirt. He stopped for a moment and our eyes met. His eyes were so blue and his face was so perfect. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me in places that I've never been kissed before. What the hell was I thinking? He could be a fucking psycho for all I know. But there is something about him, it seemed... familiar.