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CHAPTER IV: NOT SO FAST

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So, basically the words swirling in my head right now are, "WHAT THE HECK MAN?!"

"What are you talking about," I asked quietly.

He puts on one of his bigger grins, "Well, I run a playground and you girls are the little hamsters, myself and others get to play with, when we want, and how we want."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I didn't even see that blonde teenager through the crowd of frightened faces.

He gives her a very unattractive wink and says, "You see, men have desires they hide behind their wives because they are adults. But behind these walls, anything can happen without anyone noticing."

It takes me a few seconds but then it hits me. Oh my god. He's running a goddamn child sex service.

"I want to go home!" A younger girl says.

"Oh and by the way," he chuckles, "Welcome home." He walks back up the stairs into a faraway room with a large door as he laughs and catches my gaze at the corner of his eye.

"And remember, if you do anything I don't approve of, you won't live to see freedom from this place ever again."

I suppose that he goes to his master bedroom to talk about us, but I couldn't really give less of a shit right now since everyone crying holding each other for support.

I don't have time to pout. I will use my new found information to find a way out to escape this nightmare and put an end to this. I guess I could've ran out once I peeked through the front and saw the naked statues. I mean who the fuck collects naked statues? Female statues to be clear. Big red flag right in my face.

One of the workers, who I'm guessing has to assist us through the emotional roller coasters going on, decides it's been long enough and started bringing my fellow girls up into their dormitory. I ask one of the assistants if I could look around my new "home" and I'm warned with the 'if you try to escape, this place does have armored vehicles which they will use to hunt me down' etc.

Cool. Let's check ever running away off my list of things I need to do as soon as possible. That was my only piece of hope and pretty much the only thing on my list.

I begin to walk away from the pity party and decide to check out the main hall directly below in the middle of the stairwell that bastard went up. I'm checking my strives to make sure I am slow in case I run into "sugar daddy" again. As I look around, I notice the collection of artwork with the little girls all dressed in red outfits that don't look very.....suiting. The girls' faces don't look very passionate about wearing those slutty outfits either. The chips in the wooden frames tell me they have been there awhile. How long has this crime been going on?

I wander around the giant corridor and stop at a massive steel door in the end of this long pity walk. It's locked in and out so I can't really do anything right now. I decide to turn around and check this out another time while I plot escape routes.

I meet up with some friendly faces and make up my mind to share a room with them.

Horrible decision.

All they do is cry and whine about how they want to leave. I suggested writing letters but according to them, Mr. Bigman said we aren't allowed to contact family or friends at all. If we do, he will track down our addresses and we will be putting a great risk on the ones we love. Scratch that off my list as well.

Finally, all the girls stop complaining and it's already time for dinner. We put on our house attire and change out of the uncomfortable cover up outfits we were told to wear before we could get on the bus. We all meet up in a dining hall, that is surprisingly big enough to hold a prom, and take seats in the tall deep red silk chairs. They are tagged with each of our names to insure there is no arguments who sits where. Or at least the farthest from the edge of the elongated table, which marks the spot of the owner of this mansion. Good enough for me, I sit near the opposite end where the employees stay. We wait patiently for the meal until the doors from the entrance is opened.

Of course, it's the creepy man from earlier.

"I helped prepare you girls' food. No need to thank me." Yeah, thank you for possibly adding in drugs to our not so safe meals now. "Anyways," he continues, "Shall we dig in?" He grins.

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