Stuck In Traffick

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

As the light continued to flood into the small, cramped cabin, my eyes adjusted to the newly created light, I managed to identify the presence of two masked men. One was slightly smaller than the other, both in height and in stature. He also appeared to be far more timid and unsure of what he was to do with me.

“Untie her!” Barked the large, older sounding one of the pair.

Tripping over his feet, he advanced towards the back of the van, a few mere feet from where I was splayed on the cold floor and in one shaky, clumsy and badly performed movement, climbed into the van and stood up.

“C’mon, hurry up, not got all day.”

Slowly and deliberately the younger man crouched down and fell to his knees before me. Delicately, he picked up my left hand and placed it in his own, gloved hand. After a failed attempt at unbinding her, he stopped in frustration and took his glove off and continued. As he placed his bare hand onto my cold, thin wrist, I flinched slightly at the humanly warmth that came from him. Unexpected and alien to me. Fumbling with the small key he released one hand from the cold, biting shackles. Instinctively, I quickly brought my hand close to my body as the man set to doing the same to my other small wrist. The whole time he avoided my curious glare, whether it be a command from the powers that be, or simply nervousness, I didn’t know.

            Catching me unawares, I heard him jump down off the back of the van and then pick me up without me realising, temporarily startling me, I then felt a pair of larger, stronger, arms grab me and both men carried me, the older man contrasting greatly to the other, possibly younger man. One more gentle, the other extremely hostile.

“Mi sikerült neki belül, akkor mi hozott neki a szobában mi létre. Ne beszéljen vele. Ne tegye szemmel való érintkezés. Most hagyjuk. OK?” Grunted the older man.

“Ok.” Replied the other, very solemnly, much resembling a scolded child. Whatever the other brute had said was obviously not nice, I thought to myself.

            In silence, we continued the brief walk to what appeared to be a small chamber like room. It was far more hospitable looking than where I’d previously been hidden away, but nonetheless, it wasn’t exactly desirable. Before reaching the threshold of the room, both men stopped walking, exchanged few words then the larger of the two, put me down and walked away, leaving me alone with the somewhat kinder, younger gentleman.

“In there.” He muttered in a very quiet voice, giving me a small, somewhat petty shove at the same time.

“Where am I?” I whisper, acknowledging the fact that he more than likely shouldn’t be caught communicating with me.

“That doesn’t matter.” He replied solemnly, in broken English.

“Please, just talk to me! I have a right to know where I am and why!” I demanded, feeling liberated by being in the company only of, a somewhat weaker man.

I began to feel invigorated. Empowered. Quickly, however, I was brought down a few pegs yet again, when I felt a clubbing blow to my cheek, I fall to the ground in my new cell and when I turn my face towards the culprit and when I identified the attacker as the weak, small young man, I was shocked. And hurt.

“I told you not to ask!” He screamed at me. “I told you! I told you! I told you!” He screamed again, his voice cracking with every repetition of the two words. As he began to get more worked up, in a fit of rage, he left the room without closing the door behind him. In absolute shock, I lay still as a mouse on the floor, unsure exactly of what to do. I move slightly to gain a view of the corridor outside and I could hear him weeping, as I saw him turn his back against the wall, and he slid down, collapsing in a small, shuddering, weeping heap on the floor. Timidly, I crawl further towards the door and watch for a moment as his small, thin frame shakes violently as he cries.

            Growing in confidence, I approach slightly further, concerned, I ask, “are you ok?” The built up confidence beginning to leave me as I awaited his answer.

“NO! Just stop. You can’t be seen talking to me. You’ll get into trouble. You’ll get me in trouble. MOVE!” He replied. He began to walk back into the room and I quickly scuttled back into the small, cell like room.

“Show me who you are, please. I can’t stand the inhumane look the mask gives you all. It makes you all look the same. But I can tell that you aren’t like them are you? Your better than them.” I contended, attempting to reason with him, get someone on my side.

            Finally, as if he was finished resisting me, he turned around, walked towards the door and stole a glance down the corridor as if ensuring that no one was looking, he then subtly closed the door. When the door was closed time seemed to stop for a moment. Judging by the breaking of tension in the room, we were both relieved to be alone, whether it is the company of a stranger or not. I watched the mans movements, as he closed the door he turned his back and let out an exasperated breath, he began to pace towards me, then he passed me and sat down on the small, thin mattress that would be my new bed for the foreseeable future. I turned around to face him as he sat down and I was surprised by what he done. He began to pull off the black balaclava and reveal a handsome young face.

“This is me. I’m not one of them.” He said, almost silently. He looked ready to cry.

“Your… Young. You don’t sound like them. You don’t look like them. You don’t act like them. I don’t understand?” I replied, confused by him.

“My father brought me into this business. That’s my dad you met tonight. I hate this. But I have no choice. I’m no luckier than you or anyone else here.” He said, his voice beginning to crack, tears forming in his captivating crystal blue eyes.

“Please. Tell me who you are, where I am but most importantly why I’m here. You have to tell me!” I cried as I fell to the ground once again and wept at his feet.

“I can’t.” He replied. “I can’t do that. You just need to do as your told and don’t put a step out of line.” He continued, beginning to recoil back into his harsh, stone faced career face.

“Please. You have to help me. You’re the most human person I’ve met. Please!” I begged, ignoring his speech.

“No. I need to go.” He said as he stood up again and began to put his mask back on. “Some one will be here soon with some food for you. Try get some sleep, kid.” He said over his shoulder as he left the room and quietly shut the door.

I was left somewhat confused by his presence. He had a certain air of kindness about him but I felt he was distanced from reality. As if he had abandoned his heart and human emotions and created in himself an emotionless robot. Incapable of feeling any form of compassion or love. I could see in him some potential to re-discover his humane side, unlike many of the other brutes I’ve met. I could see in his eyes that he was yet to have discovered the pain of life, his face was young and despite the light bags appearing under his eyes from fatigue, he had a handsome, attractive face. His human like qualities began to confuse me more, the more I thought about him, my separation from other people clearly taking its toll on my developing mind. I begin to wonder whether he would be able to help me. I stand up and move from the cold, concrete floor to the small rubber feeling mattress and continue to wonder if he would help me. How he could help me. How long it’ll be before I work my way around him. He’s weak, the others are strong. It might take some time but it might mean less time shut up in here, dying and decaying.