Black Windows

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SHEA:

Once again, a sack was placed over my head. This time I didn't scream. I knew what was waiting for me behind those black windows.

These people, whoever they were, would collect their money and happily give me away to whatever bastard found my boobs worthy of a couple bucks. I'd probably be raped and abused until I couldn't walk, but right now the only thing that mattered was that I was still breathing. Being alive meant there was a chance I could escape.

The question was, escape from who?

MALIK:

The woman I had just bought was brought to me with a black sack pulled over her head. I found it odd that she wasn't at least attempting to break free of her escorts, but so far nothing about her was what I had expected.

The whore that was currently staying at my place had begun to bore me and I was in need of a replacement. That wasn't exactly the main reason I had purchased her. There was something about this girl that made me curious. Unlike my previous "hook ups" I felt the need to get to know her and that alone perplexed me. I'm sure she was a great fuck too.

"Take the bag off her head. I want to see my prize."

The men restraining her slid off the sack, revealing the most beautiful face I had ever seen. I scowled, angry at myself for using delicate words to describe the woman I would be fucking senseless later.

"What's your name?" I asked harshly, causing her to wince.

"S-Shea," she replied.

I found joy in knowing she was afraid of me, but I also wanted to see a hint of the defiance she displayed when flicking off a room of mobsters.

I assured the men that my company would pay for her and that I would be back next month to get a look at the new girls.

Shea was silent the entire ride to my house and didn't even bother trying to jump out of the car. Smart girl.

Upon entering the iron gates that surrounded my property, I heard a sharp intake of breath. She was staring, open-mouthed, at my home.

SHEA:

The house was humongous.

It couldn't have been less than three stories high. As we pulled into the driveway I also noticed a group of men in suits standing at the entrance.

God, I was going to be gang raped.

They rushed to the car as we parked and opened our car doors, avoiding eye contact. I sighed in relief. They were only the valet. But I still had no idea what waited for me inside of the mansion.

The man I assumed had bought me grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me through the front doors.

The inside of the house was even more spectacular.

A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, showering the room in a blanket of light. White leather couches were arranged to face a large flat screen T.V. The perfect blend of modern and antique decorations.

The man yanked on my arm once again, interrupting my gawking. He led me up the spiraling staircase and through a set of oak doors.

Despite its monstrous size, the room was rather empty, only containing a king sized mattress and a vanity.

He let go of my arm and turned to face me. His chiseled features and luscious hair in no way lessened the loathe I felt toward him.

"Ok, on with it." He said angrily.

"On with what?"

"Take off your clothes and get on with it. I've had a long day."

My face heated. He wanted me to just willingly give myself over to him?!

Anger and revulsion flooded my system.

"You think you've had a long day?" I screamed. "I spent 8 hours in the air, crammed between snoring old men! My mother talked for hours about how tan her boobs would have been if we had gone to Hawaii! I was kidnapped and forced into this slutty outfit and sold to some perverted jackass! And don't even get me started on Harry Potter! That bastard who took me probably still has my copy!"

His eyes were wide and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

"IT WAS A FUCKING HARDCOVER!" I yelled, angry that he found my misfortune so amusing.

"Fine," he huffed. "You can have tonight to collect your thoughts."

I sagged in relief.

He stalked out of the room, obviously angry that his latest purchase wouldn't be warming his bed tonight.

"Wait!" I called. "What's your name?" I would need the name of my captor when I informed the police about this. He must have a phone somewhere.

"Malik. Elijah Malik."

Shit.