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3. Out

Shortly after the threatening talk with Mistress Raser, I was taken away and drugged. There were only a few privileged people that knew about how to get in and out of the fence. I was not about to become one of them.

When I opened my eyes again, I had no idea what to expect. My surrounding was new, shiny and glossy. Everything a normal girl would aspire after, but I knew better. All of this would end after I had delivered what they ordered.

Therefore the rich material in the room did not phase me.

What made my heart race were the new people I was going to meet soon. Would they be nice to me? I had low expectations. My mother had always come back from her nine-month trips traumatised and hurt.

Was there a way to escape this all? I checked the room. There was a window, but it could not be opened and most definitely broken.

The door opened and I saw a man enter. I was unprepared, and looked around nervously. He was not the son, he had the features of an experienced man. There was something frightening about him.

"How did you know I was awake?" I asked in a shaky voice. Way to go, Stella.

"After six tries we have brought up cameras," he informed me. "I am David James. You are Stella Lanotte."

The way he said the words it was the only truth I ever knew. He was very convincing at introducing me.

"Yep, I am your seventh fix. Signed, sealed and delivered," I uttered. I had already forgotten about Mistress Raser's pointers.

There was a hint of smile in his face. Just a tiny bit.

"You have not yet delivered what we ordered, but you are on a steady way there, Stella," he told me. I did not want to read anything into his statement. "My son is very eager to meet you."

David James escorted me out of the room. It took a few minutes to find his son. The house was enormous and everything was so delicately expensive-looking. It hurt my eyes.

When we finally did, it sounded like he was having a party. I hoped that it was not my welcoming party.

Mr. James did not knock on the door. He just entered, and I followed closely behind. Inside, there was loud music playing, a musty scent of narcotics in the air and a few nameless naked bodies having the party of their life.

I spotted his son right away. The resemblance was mind-blowing. He was one of the men who were still halfway dressed, shirtless.

"The party is over, Stephen," David announced. The people in the room fell silent when they noticed his presence.

A nude blonde girl that could have been a Barbie from my side of the town noticed me, and asked, "Who is this, Stephen?"

Another perfectly-figured girl wearing no clothes added, "She is so ugly!"

The guys in the room knew that it was not the time to talk, but the girls who were ultra-high on narcotics and confidence, did not know the limit.

"Clear the room," David demanded. His son Stephen remained motionless. "We will be downstairs, prepared for a real conversation."

If I had thought that David was the man in this house, I was partly wrong. There was another man here. His name was Stephen and he bashed into my world with guns blazing.

"You can go downstairs with your who.re. I am not coming."