The Untamed

Chapter 1 // Prologue

"Get your filthy hands off him!" I yelled as I clenched my teeth together. "Don't you fucking lay a finger on him, I'm the one you want anyway..why are you touching him?"

"Ouch" the orange-haired boy said sarcastically. "Hyung is going to like her, she's a fierce one".

I wimpered in pain as the mint-haired dude tightened the ropes around my wrist. I looked over to my brother and nod slowly at him to keep calm as same was being done to him. I tried to recall what took place before we ended up in this situation. As I was about to slip through my thoughts I heard a loud noise from the wooden frame creating a sharp contact with the metal wall surrounding us. In walked another young dude, a bit tanned but still paler than I am. He threw his arms opened revealing a boxy smile on his face, "hyung, i found it" he sang as he hopped to where we were holding some items in a small black briefcase.

" About damn time" said the one with the mint hair as he walked from behind me to take the briefcase from the other's hand. He opened it and took out two syringes, "this is supposed to put them out till we get home, it is a 12hour and 30mins flight, we can't afford to risk anything whiles in air".
I looked at them with a perplexed face trying to process whatever that's been going on. I tried to remember again how my brother and I ended up with these foreign faces. Why were we tied up? Where are we going to? Where's our supposed uncle? What's gonna happen to us?
As I sat there pondering over these questions again and again, I felt a sharp sting on the side of my neck.

"Hey!" was the last thing i said before everything became dark and blurry.

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My name is Jayda, Jayda Peters. I'm the half twin to my brother, Jason Peters. We're biracial with an African descent. Our mum, a beautiful black woman she was! She died 6 months after we were born.

Our dad gave us up to his brother to look after us when he was taken to jail for the possession of ammunitions and drugs. That is where all our woes begun. We were 10 years by then and were exposed to a lot. We were taught to defend ourselves through the gun.

Things moved from worse to worst with our daddy being gone. We had to sell crack in the streets for survival. Our 'uncle' could care less about our wellbeing since he was busy with his whores. Since I was older than my twin brother, the mantle of leadership was handed over to me. I had to fend for us.

At the age of 18 I was a stripper and drug-addict with a college diploma. How i managed to pull that through still baffles me. I was able to secure a job for my brother as a waiter at the club I worked. 

"Jay, you've got a phone call" my brother yelled loudly from the sitting room in our tiny apartment. "Who's it?" I asked him as he brought me the device. "Daddy's brother", that's how he calls our uncle.

I scrunched my nose in digust as i saw the name on the caller id. I signalled to him to swipe it for me because my hands were busy. I managed to hold the phone with my shoulder to my ear as i listened to the man on the other end.

"I need you guys to come over to the crib at 6pm. I'm going to have some visitors from Korea and I want you two around. Look good and don't disgrace me. It's business!" He said flatly and hanged up.

I cleaned my hands on my jeans shorts and removed the phone as i rolled my eyes thinking about his last statement. By business, he wants me to satisfy them sexually whiles my brother helps them with the drugs and other stuff.

That's all we'll ever mean to him. That's all he needs me for, to provide pleasure to his business partners. I feel so disgusting whenever I think of all i have to do for his shitty business men and how i wish daddy was around. He's been gone for 8 years and those years have been nothing but hell. If only mum.....
If only mum was here...........

I felt a warm liquid moving down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them off before going into the sitting room where Jason was seated watching his favourite series with his silky curly hair held in a messy bun. He preferred to keep his hair long.

We had thick eye brows which i prefer to shape mine whiles he just leaves his to grow. Our skin was the colour of caramel, people liked referring to us as light skinned but we preffered to be called "blacks". We had hazel colored iris which was quite rare in our situation. We had it from our dad. We had long slender nose with small plump pink lips. Our hair was dark brown, silk, curly and very soft. Mine drags down my shoulder whiles his were down below his neck, sitting just right on his shoulder.

"He wants us to go over to the crib. He's having visitors, this time from South Korea". I blurtted out to him. He just mumbled inaudibly without looking away from the screen.
"We'll leave after dinner, dress good and decent" i told him.

Woahhh, that's one hell of a long chapter. I just didn't know where to stop.

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Saranghaeyo <3