Cigarettes.

02

Saffira

I was dead. I knew I was. What else could explain the darkness. The headache. The stomach ache. The need for water. Okay maybe I'm not dead. Death shouldn't be this miserable. Heaven is not this depressing. Right?

I opened my eyes slowly, as a I regained consciousness, I heard whispers and weeping around me, and then a large rumbling voice who I haven't recognized.

"Shut your mouths," the manly voice growled. His voice projected towards those who were crying. Why were they crying. I looked around slowly and saw what was before me. We were in a room with no windows. We as in me and probably 20 other women. They were crying messes and huddled around each other in small groups. What was happening.

"Um excuse me," I began yelling at the man. He immediately turned his attention towards me, and his strikingly handsome looks froze me. Gulping, I continued. "Where am I?"

"This girl is gonna get us killed," I suddenly hear someone say. "She's a clueless slut." Another girl said. I felt a growl raise in my throat but before I could bark back in protest and man had made his way towards me and kneeled down in front of me. This is when I had noticed I was tied up at my ankles and wrists. I was kid napped.

"You're a pretty little face," he said as he placed a gentle hand on my chin, cupping it.

"Don't touch me," I spat and kicked him in the leg with whatever I could, tied up and all.

"A little feisty," he said with a mischievous smirk. It was chilling to the bone.

I tried to retrace my tracks to what could have possibly happened last night.

Madeline.

Frat house party.

Alcohol.

Drugs.

Cigarettes.

Making out.

Tiger.

"Where's Tiger?" I dared to ask as now the man was off looking at the other women.

He stopped in place from his surveying and rushed back to me. "How do you know of his name?" He asked me, his voice sounded sincere.

"He told me, just before I blacked out," I say softly. The guy stepped back almost shocked.

"Don't you get it?" He suddenly asked me.

I blankly stared at him. I may be in college but I don't have much of a intellect.

He groaned and squatted by me again. "Tiger is my boss, and the one who captured you. You have been brought into the human trafficking life sweetheart," he told me. I froze. I heard the many women around me sigh. These women were just like me. Captured and now being trafficked.

Tiger kid napped me.

I fucking made out with him. My lips have been poisoned by the man who fucking kidnapped me. Oh my lord. I felt like throwing up.

"You're a lucky one though," he said and smiled. A devilish sexy smile that I now despise. "Tiger wants you specifically for himself," he looked around. "I wasn't aware you were the slut he was talking about he picked up from a party. There's too many sluts around, it's hard to tell who is who you know?" He finished speaking.

I was crying. I am a slut aren't I. Making off with random ass guys was always my thing. How was I suppose to know he'd capture me in my worst state of mind possible. I guess it's like a new playground for him and I'm the play equipment.

"Get up," the man said, he stood up.

"Well I can't exactly get up with fucking ropes around my wrists and ankles," I barked back, fighting through my tears.