Ten minutes later, as promised, a small girl with dead blue eyes pushes open the door slowly. I greet her by hardly raising my head from the bed. My hair is pulled into two buns on top of my head, as was instructed by "mama", and I dressed myself in the white ruffled dress with the blue sash as she instructed as well. I realized as I sitting here that she is trying to turn me into a little girl, for the flithiest and cruellest men. The men who she is giving me no choice but to entertain.
"Your face looks good," says to girl quietly. I roll over to face the wall to hide the pink full lips drawn on and the long lashes.
"You'll get used to it here," she continues. I hear her put down the bowl which was in her hands. "Most of them aren't bad, and for a little while at least you get the best room."
"I have a baby sister to take care of!" I scream, sitting up to look at her. "My mother is dead and my boyfriend will be missing me. God damn you, I will never get used to it here! I've been kidnapped, and no one will get away with it."
The girl looks at me, the expression on her face remaining slightly drugged and sleepy. "There are few of us here of our own choice, Tiger. You know, she lets you keep some of the money." And with that she turns and walks out the door, closing it behind her.
A second later, I hear the key turn in the lock, and I am again alone.
I roll gracelessly off the bed to where the white bowl is sitting on the dressing table with a spoon. I realize now that I am hungry, not knowing how long it has been since I ate at Andrew's.
Andrew, the stupid bastard-ass. Once I get my hands on him, there will be nothing left of his beautiful face.
I lift the spon full of yogurt to my mouth. It taste sweetly of strawberries, and I quickly finish off the rest of the bowl.
When that is done, I go back over to the bed, flopping on my side and wishing there was someway I could get out. But at this time, with no window in the walls and only a heavy wardrobe and a vanity table which I would have to be twenty feet tall to be able to lift.
I am doomed.
But, after minutes pass, I begin to feel not quite so doomed. And I think it is a good thing, until I realize I cannot really feel anything at all.
The effects of whatever they dropped in my food is quick, before I can even try to shun myself for being so gullible as to be drugged twice, I lose myself almost completely, spinning and falling in and out of consciousness and my own body. More than once, I see myself looking down on the crumpled form in the little girl's dress laying on a cot, before I snap back into the dizziness. I can hardly see, which is why I suppose it takes me so long before I realize there is another person in the room with me. And he is on top of me, efficiently undoing the sash from my back and pulling my underwear down.
* * * * *
I'm hovering over myself again, watching my form laying limp on the bed below me, while the man does as he pleases. He is tall and skinny, a white business shirt covering his boney torso.
I twitch as he leaves, though he doesn't look back.
Next comes in a bigger man who stares at me endlessly before finally approaching, slowly, though not hesitantly. He plays a game, like he is a hunter and I am some sort of deer.
Then comes in the biggest man, who is rough and mean, smacking me many times, hitting me once so hard I know that even though I can feel nothing right now, tomorrow I will.
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The money, drugs, and temptation - my life on the bad side
Novela JuvenilA ten-year-old Laura saw her father die. Now, six years later, as the final wounds are healing, she sees her mother suffer the same fate. With her only confidant out of town and too practical thinking anyways, her and her baby sister will take a dar...
