𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒏 / 𝑱.𝑱𝑲 ✔️

Chapter 2

(Y/N POV)

To my horror, I woke up in a moving vehicle.

It was dark and crammed, two silhouettes sat in the front seats of the car.

My hands and feet were tied with rope and there was a thick piece of duct tape over my mouth.

My memories came flooding back and the van soon came to a stop.

My body shook uncontrollably, my hands were wet with sweat and my heart felt like it dropped to my stomach.

Each time I tried to get my hands out of the rope, the rough material burned my skin further.

I saw the men get out of their seats to open the doors and lift me up.

The duct tape only muffled my sobs.

It was early morning, the sun barely peaking through the horizon.

The birds sounded different here... this was a city.

They carried me through a back exit inside a dark building with a dimly lit hallway.

I could see occasional women walking by... in lingerie.

Vulgar sounds came from behind the many doors; nausea piled in my stomach.

So many questions ran through my mind.

Why me?

What the hell is this place?

They eventually brought me into a
room where they threw me on a mattress, untied me and locked me inside.

It's walls and floors were cement, there was quite literally nothing but the dirty mattress...

My eyes never drained of the constant tears.

The next morning I woke up in the same room, same bed.

I put my head in my hands, jumping from the sudden entrance of a man who came in and placed a small tray of food down before leaving again.

Fast food, specially.

That was all I ate for the whole day...

I was locked in this room for what felt like weeks.
They treated me terribly, sometimes they would even hit me.

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Another man walked into the room.

"Put this on"

He held up a cheap neon-pink lingerie set and a short strapless dress.

Y/n:I-I'm only sixteen....
I said with my trembling voice.

"Sure you are, put it on right now or else..."
He held up a knife.

Y/n:I really am 16!
I continued.

He then walked closer with the knife in his hand.

Y/n:f-fine I'll put it on... but at least give me some privacy?

The man glared at me before moving outside of the room

I swiftly changed into the underwear and dress, having no clue what it looks like on.

Y/n:I-I'm... done

He barged back in, looked me up and down and breathed out while doing so.

I felt disgusted.

he's like... fifty

Y/n:please don't do that...
I was on the verge of tears.

"you have someone waiting for you"
Was all he said.