Cartel Carter (on hold)

Dos

Adelina

"Welcome to Cartel Carter"

"Welcome to Cartel Carter"

"Welcome to....

I kept hearing those lines over and over again as a man pushes me forward every couple of seconds. From the muffled crying I hear, my guess from the ducktape I too have over my mouth, I could tell other girls have been through the same thing I have. And because this man's strong hand forces me to move up every few seconds, I could tell that we were all in line waiting for............. something.

Since they put me in the trunk I have been keeping track of time. Wherever they took me took nearly two days to get there, so that tells me I'm somewhere probably across the United States. Which is most likely true because wherever we are it's dry. Really dry. I needed water badly but thought it would be best to stay quiet.

"Name?" I heard a women say.

She didn't carry a accent of any sort, and I picked up from her voice that she's white, middle aged and.... mean.

But this hot ass bag they put over my face prevented me from seeing anything.

"Name!?" She shouted this time and the man who held me shook me a little.

"Adelina" I replied without fear.

I refuse to come across anyone as weak.

"You can keep yours" The women replied and I felt her push a plastic bag into my arms and then the man pushed me forward.

We were no longer in a line, but walked freely to wherever he was taking me. I took this time to feel around to decipher what's in the bag she just gave me.

It felt like a blanket and a bunch of small boxes inside.

This is prison.

I thought to myself.

I was taken to a room and placed down in a chair.

It's so cold in here.

A set of rough hands (it seems to be from a man) grabbed my arm and I felt a needle being inserted into my palm.

I tried to yell but the duct tape remained sealed on my mouth and I cried, trying to fight off the urge to sleep.

The next thing I remember is sharp tiny pains on my finger before I drifted off to sleep.

.................................................................

I gagged.

My eyes shot awake at the feeling of me drowning.

A wet cloth was removed from my face.

"Is she awake?" I heard a voice say in a distance.

"Not fully" another man responded.

"Continue" He directed.

A man placed the wet cloth back in my face and a heavy, cold liquid was poured directly onto my face.

Just when I thought I was going to suffocate, the ragg was tooken from my face and I shot up from laying on a table gasping.

"Nice to see you awake" A very handsome man said to me [ picture in the multimedia].

For a second I was speechless and taken aback from his appearance.

I turned my attention to my aching finger. In the inside of my middle finger held a small tattoo which printed ' CC#2 ' on it. That was easy to figure out. CC is probably abbreviated for Cartel Carter and number 2....... Haven't figured that one out yet. But this Cartel Carter is pretty organized; It's smart to brand the workers. Remind them who they are now, and what they were no longer exists. My guess is that it's pretty brutal here.

I observed the room.

It was bricked and glued together by cement. It was also cold, but I looked to my left and saw what they had poured on me was icewater.

There were four men, 3 of them dressed in black and white tuxedos with Sun glasses and earpieces in there ears. One stood on the side of me, and the other three surrounded by the only man sitting down; the handsome one. I saw his attire was different from the rest and a little more.... comfortable. He still dressed professionally in all black with dress pants and a dress shirt that was unbuttoned the first few buttons. He looked young, maybe early twenties, but he looked like he was in charge. I could immediately recognize he came with great authority.

He chuckled.

"We have a smart one on our hands gentleman!" He said to the other men.

They didn't respond and held a straight face.

"You took in your surroundings. I like that. Most of the girls we take in are so fixed on me, they never seem to notice anything else in the room." He said rather quiet.

I could tell he was one of those boss's that recognizes he's running shit. He probably abused his power. Which means he was most likely weak.

Deciding not to fall into his little web of nonsense, I stayed quiet and just stared at him with a harsh glare.

"Ah Ah! Don't try to figure me out mami, because you can't. Anything you think you know is wrong." He said rising from his chair and circling me.

"I like you. I like you a lot. Therefore you won't be joining the other women in rotations, you will be with me, and me only." He said walking away, and towards the door.

Before he exited the doorway, with a single wave of his hand, a quick but hard impact was sent to my left cheek, and darkness took over my body.