Reign Morrow is running from her troubles back on the East Coast. Her ex boyfriend was heading down a dangerous path, that involved underground boxing, drugs and domestic violence. Reign needed an escape, something he refused to give her. So she dec...
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Haven POV
My head was pounding making me feel completely helpless. I was being blinded by colorful spots, and waves of nausea. The portion of the ground I was laying on was extremely cold, and a thin black blanket was sprawled across my body. My teeth were chattering do to the coldness, multiple rumbles echoed through the room as my stomach and a couple of the other women stomachs growled in unison. Much like the other women in this confinement I was wearing a man size t shirt which traveled until it reached the top of my knees.
Our shirts were stained with blood and dirt. Our legs and arms were ashy and stained with dust and dirt. Our bodies were covered in bruises do to the occasional beatings they bestowed on us. My chocolate colored hair which under normal circumstances would flow down my back in curly waves and touch the bottom of my shoulder blades was currently extremely dry and going in different directions. I was having trouble remembering what day it is, ever since they kidnapped me and made me apart of their trafficking ring.
The last thing I remember was talking to a man with a Spanish accent who said he was interested in having me sign with his record label. I was sitting up against the wall playing my guitar and belting notes to Years and Years song Eyes Shut for some cash. I had moved to Los Angeles to better my future by signing with a record label. I had only a thousand dollars when I moved here, I applied to jobs but no one would hire me. I have no family and the only friends I did have I had left behind on the east coast. Because I ran out of money, I became homeless at the age of nineteen.
The things I have seen while being confined in this prison are horrific. Sometimes the girls would go missing, pumped with an intense amount of drugs and rape right in front of us. We were all in one massive room, probably a warehouse. Our ankles were strapped to a small chain that grounded us in our spot, they only ever took it off when they were in the process of assaulting one of us. The creaking door opened and light shined through the normally dim room.
I squinted my brown eyes in an attempt to shield my eyes from the bright light, that was currently invading the room. The guy stumbled in with a couple of his goons following closely behind him. He had a handsome face for someone closely related to the devil. He had charcoal thick black eyebrows, his tie was loose around his neck and his white button up shirt was bunched at his elbows.
His walnut colored eyes flickered over all of us in search of his next victim. The black hair on top of his head was neatly pushed back. Immediately as he walked past every girl they all pushed up from their position on the floor and scooted as close as possible to the wall. I could feel the terror weighing heavily on my chest as he walked past majority of the girls.
I could feel my pulse accelerating as my heart picked up a pace of unrest. My palms were beginning to sweat in the days? weeks? that I've been held captive I had manage to avoid falling victim to his devilish ways. I let out a shriek when his eyes landed on mine in that moment I knew my innocence was going to be stripped from me.
