Sealed and Silenced (Watty Awards 2012)

Sealed and Silenced: Chapter 10 Part 2

| A/N: Hello again! Its me. As you can see, this is part 2 of chapter 10! Yay!!!! I'm excited? Are you? This isn't the most exciting chapter, but it is important. HEHE. Laugh at my evil plans!!! Anyways, here you go and thanks for reading. |

Apparently this place is a big hit. At least five men are waiting outside, and as the evening continues, more and more men trail in for smokes, drinks, and women.

Whores have emerged from their quarters to greet the crowd with fake smiles and barely washed skin. Billy goes around selling his products, making small talk with seemingly important men, and occasionally slapping girl’s asses. He makes me sick.

Me, on the other hand, quietly walk around the growing populous taking refills and serving new arrivals. Some bar maids, I noticed, also serve various drugs. I guess I’m not trusted enough to serve such important things. Not like I want to, nor do I want to take one for when my shift is done. It would do nothing to help me. No high could get me out of this situation, no matter how temporary.

Now, it was looking towards the better part of one in the morning. My feet drag as I pull them around the room, my heels aching from these damn boots. My eye lids are dropping at a considerable pace, yet the action is still steady. People want drinks. My weak arms can’t carry all the weight. They feel shaky, unused.

“A couple more hours, sweetheart.” Viktor reminds me as I picked up my tray for what seems like the millionth time, laded with vodka, beer, and a yellow drink that smells like old whiskey. Viktor seemed to have picked up the name ‘sweetheart’ for me and seems to be quite fond of it. I find it creepy as well as a strong reminder of the rape that only happened hours earlier.

I walk away from the bar, careful in my black boots. The table I am serving is near the door. Three men. Three drinks. If only I could poison them or something. Like it was their fault for putting me in this room and make me parade around like a servant. Which in actuality I was, a servant to the all powerful man.

I hold back another look of repulse. 

Walking around a man receiving a hand job, I get a better view of my target. Now there were four men. Billy had joined them. This was sure to be disastrous. Every time I was him tonight, he made a point of trying to get me to talk or tripping me like I was an unstable retard.

Finishing the walk to the table, I leaned down, offering the men to take their drinks.

“Don’t be stupid, stupid. Give us the drinks.” I turn red from embarrassment. Over the last few years of complete hell, I’m still not used to insults.

I straighten from my bent position over the table. With shaky hands, I give each man their drink. I’m surprised I remember who ordered which. I am just so concentrated. Trying to think about what comes after this.

“Good.” Again Billy exaggerates the ‘o’. “Now go away.” I turn on my heel, going to look for a table with empty glasses. Possibly across the room. Very far from where Billy sits now.

“Hold on there, Bills.” A man behind me begins to speak. In my heart, I know this can’t be good. “Turn back around here.” His voice is gruff and has the arrogance of a high and mighty king.

I give him my dirtiest look I can as I turn around.

“She for sales?”  The man asks. My eyes widen, all dirty look gone. I know what sales is. The whores. The rape. Dark visions start to cloud my head.  I shake my head from side to side.

“Ahh, no.” The syllables coming from Billy’s mouth are harsh.

“My boy Derek is looking for a girl to lose his virginity too.” The man makes me sick already. “The thing is I have to test the girl first. I want a nice girl, one who will make his first time, rather enjoyable.”

“Still no, Rick.” Why isn’t Billy taking the opportunity to make some revenue here? Why isn’t he letting me go?

“I don’t have any rooms available. Besides, she’s just a damn bar maid. She’s scum. Can’t even talk.” Was Billy sticking up for me? Could I be saved? The smallest of hope was starting to emerge. I didn’t even bother to crush it with negative thoughts.

“I’ll pay top dollar.”

“No, Ricky.” Billy is persistent. He takes a drink from a something he pulls from inside his brown blazer.

“How does eight G’s sound?” Billy does a spit take over the table. My mouth falls open, but I quickly close it, in case of punishment.

“That...that much? For this piece of shit?” Billy’s finding it hard to believe too.  ‘Ricky’ nods, pulling out a white and slightly stained envelope from his coat pocket. Inside is a large wad of green bills that looks so large it has o be close to a million.

I wonder what Ricky is in to, to earn him that much pocket money.

“Dan, count these will you?” A man directly across the table from me with a greasy mustache and balding head looks up from his drink.

“Eight grand to ‘ole Bills here. I’ll be upstairs.” Rick stands and stares at Billy. “I’m assuming you’ll lead us to where we can go?” Billy stands.

My body seems frozen. It stopped moving when the cash came out. I don’t want to be fucking raped again. I don’t want to do this damn it. I’ve had enough! I want to escape! Either escape or die.

My eyes begin to sting as we walk up the stairs, but there are no more tears to be cried. I’m out. I’ve cried too much.

Billy leads Rick and I down the short hall, all the way down to the last bedroom on the right. The sky is jet black outside the small window. I wish I could breathe fresh air. I wish I wasn’t here. Getting raped every few hours.

“In here.” He twists the door handle, swinging the door open for the sexual predator named Rick, and I to go through. The room is empty and completely dark.

I step inside. I can see an outline of a bed in the corner and a wardrobe in front of me.

“Enjoy her.” Billy gives me one last ghoulish smile and closes the door.

The sound echoes in my heart.

I can see his pearly white teeth. I hear his heavy breathing. I feel his palms itching to touch me.

“Get on the bed.”

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