Camari

"I need a girl"

With my quivering uneasy hands, I gripped the handle of my little black flight bag, believing it was the only thing that guaranteed my safety.

Trying my best to not let the handle slip from my sweaty palms, I also avoided looking at the women in little articles clinging on to rugged men loaded with weapons of all kinds.

The smell of gunpowder and cigarette filled my lungs, I mean I feel quite bilious and from the from the queasy and grumbling feeling in my stomach, I tried to resist the urge to vomit. The surrounding throughout seemed plain and dusty. Small buildings were by the side of the street and I noticed some people coming out of their mini houses even peeking through the window blinds.

Was this some kind of secret village? Where would they take us to? What are they going to do with us?

I have so many questions roaming in my head not knowing how they would be answered. My legs wobbled, I was exhausted and the redhead girl behind me wasn't making it any better from the way she occasionally kicked my leg or my bag stating I was slow.

I walked in fear following the crowd of mostly women to where we being led. A huge man popped up from nowhere and started guiding the girls into a large building. "Could you walk any faster" the familiar all complaining red head hissedas she shoved me aside moving forward.

I stared at her retreating figure, the corners of my lips twisted into a deep frown not minding the people that passed and shoved me as they also went to the front.

For a moment, I took a second to look around if there was anybody that was normal or at least nice enough to tell me what the hell was going on but instead I was met with glares from most people.

Guess I was wrong. I snapped out from my thoughts when I felt a hand on the small of my back and I looked up staring at the eyes of the huge man. How could I have not missed the nasty stench of weed?

He opened his mouth to speak revealing his tobacco stained teeth"Go in" surprisingly his voice was calmer than what he's exterior looked like.

The room had no special design, engraving, nothing at all but was just painted white. It was plain like that.

"Sit down, all of you" he ordered slamming the double door after I had entered the spacious room. I was the last the person to enter which automatically made me the person to hear the thud of the closing double door the loudest.

I sat on the white tiles immediately and watched the shadows of three male figures discussing and from their actions, they seemed angry. The only thing I could pick up from their aggressive conversation was someone saying "I need a girl". The voice was deep, husky and demanding. My hand flew to mouth and I began to sob quietly.

The door flew open and the huge man from earlier who I will now be calling Man Hulk came in with two other men who had to be related.

The resemblance between each other was not clear until you saw them from a closer distance and from my own definition of close, yeah we were close enough. There was also a height difference, one was slightly taller than the other. Moving on to the facial features, they had the same dark hair and eyes, straight nose but one had a more defined jawline and high cheekbones. The shorter one had a permanent frown on his beautiful face while the other had this calm, silent but deadly look. They both were muscular especially from the way their muscles bulged through the shirts they wore. I couldn't decipher who was more handsome, to be fair, they both were.

My eyes darted to a circular old looking mahogany clock and it read 4:37 before going back to the brothers and I noticed how the shorter one whispered something into the taller one's ear followed by a short nod.

The shorter man stayed put and licked his lips while the taller one roamed around the room and eventually came to my side. He still looked calm but he's eyes were like a predator hunting for his prey. What was he looking for?

It suddenly occurred to me, he was the one who said he needed a girl. Dirty minded asshole! And I actually thought he was cute.

I tried my best to move back but the others behind me obviously sensing my motive for moving backward kicked me toward. I was so scared, I hate to admit but I'm a virgin, a virgin not ready to loose it, especially not to some sexy Greek God I know nothing about.

He made his way towards me and my head rose slowly on impulse and he studied me with his piercing dark eyes. His eyes were rough, I have no other way to explain but his gaze somewhat or somehow softened. It was as if I blocked out every other being and thing in this room and focused on the intensity of his dark orbs against my green ones. I shivered at the way he assessed me and I don't know what came over me but I feel comforted.

Was I mad! Feeling comfortable in the eyes of the person who could away the only thing I valued in my life in a second.

With one last glance he swiftly picked up the brunette beside me."Come" he said. His voice was quiet and musical but I could sense the venom in his tone.

Series if screams were made by the girl. I felt bad for her but a tonne of relief washed over me.

My eyes stung and for an unknown reason I started crying. Maybe it was the fact I lost everything I ever had or I knew there was no going back, this is where I am going to spend the rest of my miserable life.

My one and only friend, Yasmine was gone.

And I almost lost my virginity.

It was all because of her, Miss Vivian.

A/N
Hey, finally posted the first chapter. Apologies for the long wait, I was in school and didn't have time.

Note I am still a young child with an age I cannot speak of so ignore any mistake. When I grow older and have more knowledge in the art of writing, I will rewrite it into a better version. Don't be discouraged to read, carry on.
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Your thirteen year old author, Tammie.

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