Fighting My Way Out

Unwilling

Before any of our plans could come to fruition, the mansion was hosting a gala for potential and current clients to come and enjoy the array of human bodies up for sale. I was escorted to a large dressing room area where all the other girls of the mansion were being dressed up and slathered with makeup. I was ushered in a corner of the room where a no-back metallic gold dress was waiting for me to slip into. In the real world, I would have never worn such a revealing piece of clothing; but I didn't have a choice there in my prison. The makeup going on my face didn't cover my bruised broken hand, so my stylist decided gloves would be best to cover that injury. I had to play along and be paraded around until Holden and I could disappear, hopefully later that evening. I had been to social events before and could smile and be sociable, but I did not want to be social with those monsters. 'Fake it till you make it', wasn't that what people said?

As people dressed in tuxedos and gowns began filing into the mansion, all the prisoners were lined up ready to march into the crowd. I could see the barely clad males had already been lead out and were then mingling amongst the guests. I could see Holden pretending to be flirty and agreeable with an older couple, but I knew better than to think he was enjoying himself.

All at once the female line began to move forward out into the eyes of those repulsive clients. I had never felt so self-conscious as the people eyed me with as much interest a hunter would with a prized buck. A couple people reached out to touch some of us, and it took everything in me to not cringe away as an old man reached between my legs while licking his lips. Fortunately, the line continued to move and I was able to quickly escape his grasp, but the night was early and I was sure he wasn't the last one to touch me.

As the night wore on, plenty of people were interested in buying me, but only just for the evening. The price tag on my wrist said I wasn't ready for permanent removal from the property, but I was available on a night to night basis there in the mansion. Just as all the other girls, I had to act drugged from the food I hadn't injested to not bring attention to myself that I was free thinking. I had to tolerate people looking at the price tag around my gloved wrist and pretend to be flirty with all the disgusting men and women feeling me up. And people were pushing specially marked flutes of champagne into my hand that I had no doubt was similarly drugged just for us prizes.

"I'd like you for the evening," slurred one man, clearly having taken advantage of the open bar. "How much?"

He flailed his hand around trying to grasp onto my tag, but was too drunk to coordinate his motions. I figured he was too drunk to know much of anything and would likely forget after a few moments, so I took the tag for him and read it.

"Twenty thousand for an evening," I lied, hoping to put him off by a made up absurd price.

And I did as he scoffed indignantly, slumbling away to another equally drunk girl who was much more inviting to his advances. I tried to walk through the crowd avoiding every hand I could, though not succeeding well. And I didn't get very far in trying to get to the other side of the grand room. A man grabbed my arm, whipping me around to face him.

"Well aren't you delectible," he said, far less drunk than the last man. "You're wearing a red tag, so you're not up for sale."

I tried to keep calm as he moved closer, hand sweeping down the front of my dress.

"That's too bad," he said, eyeing me hungrily. "But I suppose one night would suffice to get a taste."

I was glad I wasn't for sale, but it didn't deter him from coming onto me for just a one night event. I kept reminding myself I had to act like the other drugged prisoners in the house and allowed him to rub down my bare back. I smiled pleasantly, resisting the urge to punch him in the face. But I was surrounded by people who wanted nothing more than to use my body for their own purposes, there was no way I was going to get out of that one. I begin to realize there was no one there to help me, no one to save me from the man beginning to lead me away from the crowd. With growing horror, my stomach dropped and I tried my best not to cry as I knew what was about to happen to me. There was no escaping it, it was best to just brace myself and remind myself of my plan of escape later. If I was able...