Chapter 6

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"BITCHES WAKE UP!" He yelled, banging on each of our cages with his beer bottle. What the heck is he-bonding.

The bonding.

"THE BONDING IS TODAY SO-WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASLEEP!" He screams at this one girl I can't see. I can hear her cries as he beats her, her screams becoming quite as she starts to lose conscience. I wish I can help her but  what can I do? Compared to a werewolf I'm nothing. I guess I'm part werewolf too but that's not enough.

"DON'T EVER SLEEP WHILE I'M TALKING EVER AGAIN. DO YOU HEAR ME!"

"Yes." She cries.

He walks out into the hallway and yells, "AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE THIS BITCH INTERRUPTED ME, THE BONDING IS TODAY. SO THAT MEANS YOU ARE ALL GOING TO GET READY, IN GROUPS OF FIVE, WITH MY ASSISTANTS IN THE BACK." Am I finally taking a shower! I really hope so.

"THE NAMES I CALL ARE GOING WITH A CERTAIN GUARD. IF ANY OF YOU DUMBASSES MESS THIS UP, THEN YOU WILL NOT ONLY HEAR IT WITH ME, BUT YOU WILL SPEND ANOTHER MONTH IN CASA DE SLAVES. GOT THAT?" He looks mockingly around. "GOOD. HERE ARE THE NAMES."

"ALEXIS. AMBER. EMILY. PATRICIA. KORINA. YOU ARE WITH KEVIN. KEVIN! OPEN UP THERE CAGES." This man, I'm guessing is Kevin, starts to unlock the cages to the girls called. He's tall and buff with a few scars on his face and arms. He's wearing a nice button up shirt with professional looking pants.

Confused I turn to the rude guy I don't know the name of and look at his outfit too. I noticed that he is also wearing something nice for a change. It's so weird to see him look so clean with his ugly beard freshly shaven and his shoes not having holes in them. Wow. They are really trying to get rid of us.

I turn back to see Kevin taking the group of girls that were called into the room next to the investigation room. In the distance I can see all the doors with name tags on them. Once they were out of sight, he called the next group.

"MINA. CAITLYN. ESTRELLA. GRACE. SOFIA. YOU ARE WITH GARY. GARY!" A man with buzz cut hair and a huge tattoo on his neck, I'm guessing Gary, comes to the girls cages and lastly comes to Blondy's cage and unlocks her. Shoot I still don't know here name. She then turns to me with her green eyes looking terrified. I gave her a small smile for comfort hoping to at least give her some kind of reassurance.

He calls out more names till it's the last group. How many girls were in here? I was probably one of the last to get brought into this hellhole.

"OK LAST GROUP. KARLA. DANIELLE. VICTORIA. ARIANA. SAMANTHA. YOU ARE WITH ELIJAH. ELIJAH!" Elijah comes to open mine first, seeing how I was closer to him. After he removes my handcuffs, we move onto another cage with a girl with blonde hair and broken nerd glasses. She looks up to Elijah and waits for him to unlock her as he unlocks her cage. We do this to the rest of the girls until we head down the hallway all the other groups went through.

Each group had there own room and I noticed the name tags were actually the guards name. We headed down the hallway until we found the door with Elijah on it. He opens the door and pushes us all in, putting us in a line.

This woman in her 30's comes from behind a clothes curtain and stands in front of us with a pile of photos in her hands. She has short brown curly hair that ends right under her chin and she has big chubby cheeks with a few moles on her chin. Her clothes consist of a baggy purple shirt with a black skirt ending just above her knee. Looking at the the pile of pictures, she picks the first one on top and looks from the picture to the girl next to me. Taking a step towards her, she glances at her petite form.

"What's your name?"

The girl next to me shyly puts her hair behind her ear. "Karla."

The lady turns around and goes to a table with 5 piles of clothes. The first pile had pairs of converse and socks. The second pile had bras of different sizes. The third pile had underwear matching the bra with the same color and design. The fourth pile had plain tank tops and the fifth pile had jean shorts. Rummaging through the piles she grabs one of each and hands it to Karla.

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