Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV

Opening my eyes, trying to adjust to the light, "she's finally up" a voice says, quickly getting up, the sharp pain on my head washes over me. Scanning the unfamiliar dull room filled with girls around my age dressed in lingerie, their eyes curiously on me, "hi" one of them giggles, "where....where am I" I croak, my memory coming back as to what happened, getting up, "I have to go" I say walking towards the door, "I can't let you do that" one of the girls say standing in front of me, blocking me from the door, "the moment you even try to let yourself out they will put a bullet on your forehead" she shrugs. My brows furrowing at her words, "you one of us now", "One of you?" I ask in confusion, "meaning you strip for business men now, if they want to go further, like satisfy them on a personal level, you do" she says carelessly. Lord no, hell no, NEVER, "I CAN'T DO THAT!" I say angry, "well it's not like you have much of a choice" she shrugs her shoulders, "look if you don't want trouble, don't fight it, or else there will be hell to pay" she says warningly, grabbing me by my arm, "now come, I have to get you ready" she says dragging me to a chair. Looking in the mirror, my eyes widen, dried blood on my lips and nose, my face bruised up in every possible way, as if reading my mind, "it's nothing makeup can't cover, what's your name?" She asks now wiping the blood with a wet cloth, "Tatiana" I whisper. As mean as she is, taking in her features, she's beautiful. Her wide eyes light brown, along with her straight brown long hair, her pink lips plump with a tan complexion. "Well Tatiana you better get use to this life, you don't own your body anymore" she says rudely. Doing my hair and makeup I sat there, staring into blank space like a corpse. Taking a step back to get a good look at me, "you look perfect" she compliments, "now, time for outfits" she says walking past me, my eyes follow her movements, opening what seems like the closet she takes out different lingeries, well let me rather say straps of silk as it's clear they didn't cover anything . Holding both of them up for me to choose, staring at the unpleasant ropes, I remain silent. Placing one of them down, walking over to me, "so do I have to strip you to get you into this outfit, or are you going to be an adult and put it on yourself? " Glaring at her, "fine" she says coming over to me with a pair of scissors, "WAIT!" I yell, sighing, "I will do it myself" I spit. Swallowing the huge lump on my throat, "good" she smiles handing me the red lingerie set. Closing the door behind her, I slowly strip off my clothes, shame filling me, taking the underwear I couldn't even tell which is the back and which is the front. Sighing I slipped in it anyway.Feeling naked and probably because I am naked, the bra hardly covered my nipples, my ass on full display. Walking back in, her brows furrow, her eyes widen, I know right totally wrong. Quickly striding over to me "why didn't you tell me about these" she questions motioning to the bruises covering my body, thought wrong I guess. Not responding . She began quickly using powder, covering them up one by one. Grabbing me by the arm, "we have to go, we late" my brows furrow, "go where?" I ask in panic, a chuckle escapes her mouth, "to play dress up?" She says sarcastically, "to entertain obviously" she says.

Dragging me out the door, the place is packed with naked women, business men in their expensive suits getting served while others had the women on their laps, stopping by the stage, "you have to get up there, just start slowly moving your body, and show off that ass and boobs" she orders, looking over to her, "I'm not doing that" I say flatly, "you don't have a choice" she says, grabbing me to the stage, the men's eyes all around me. Cigars in their mouths, others staring at me in ways that make me sick to my stomach. The girl starts moving her body, "move" she says sternly, remaining still trying to take in my surroundings, my body frozen, feeling a pair of hands around me, I'm dragged off stage to my relief that becomes short lived,back handed by the large man my vision blurs, grabbing my hair into a fist I whimper from the pain, dragging me into a room, the door is shut, shoving me into the wall I yelped in pain, "you think you better than everyone else don't you" the man says angry, punching me in the face, making me fall to the floor, the door flew open. "The deal has been finalized, we need the girls", the bold man says, glancing at me for a moment, "take her with" he says. Nodding he strides over to me grabbing me off the floor, painfully grabbing me by arm, we make our way out the door, walking straight ahead through the loud music. We reach a large wooden door. Opening it there stood a line of girls, their eyes wide, standing straight. Dragging me to that line, there I stood with the rest of the girls, rubbing my now bruised arm.

The door swings open, the bald man walks in wearing a black suit, behind him is another one with dark hair, his height average but you could definitely tell he works out, given a piece of paper I'm told to hold it forward. My hands shivering. The dark haired man slowly begins to pace the room, writing somethings down, looking at each and every girl with a stern look. Walking towards me, he stands in front of me, eyeing me from head to toe, "hmmm" he breaths before walking past me to the bald headed man, handing him the piece of paper, reading over it, he nods his head.

The men start putting black trash bags over some girl's heads before dragging them out. Growing nervous, I begin shivering, my palms sweating, unexpectedly the bag is placed over my head making me gasp, trying to struggle I'm carried out to God knows where as I cry out for help. "Please!" I beg, feeling myself being painfully thrown somewhere. The bag is removed off me, looking around in horror, there sat the girls in confusion, looking around it looks like we in a large container. Tears streaming down my face, the door is shut, and darkness surrounds us.........