Beautiful Obsession

Chapter 2

Kiara

I woke up to the sound of murmurs and shuffling. It felt like I was in a box that was shaking too much. I cracked my eyes open only to be met with complete black. I groaned and sat up on my butt and my thigh was aching. My head was pounding and I felt a little dizzy.

I squinted in the dark and managed to point out at least 15 other girls in the... van? I looked down to find myself in a tight red dress and that's when realisation dawned on me. Last night, I went to the club with Susan and Bella, got drunk and the rest is a blur.

I tried standing up but my head was met with a hard surface. I plopped back onto my aching bottom and groaned. What on Earth is happening? My hands moved down to my underwear and thankfully, my pocket knife was still tucked safely in my tight panty.

The shuffling and murmurs around me got louder when the van came to a halt. The doors of the van was yanked open to reveal the blindingly bright sunlight. I squinted and shielded my eyes from the torturous Sun.

Once my eyes adjusted to the bright sun, I saw faces of terror in the van, all the girls bunched up in one corner and looked petrified. They were all looking at something by the doors with so much fear in their eyes.

My eyes followed their horrendous stare and my eyes widened itself. A large, bulky, handsome man stood by the doors, holding a gun which was pointed at... someone by his feet. By the pleas and whimpers of a female voice, I made out that she was one of the girls that was in the van.

"Trying to escape, huh?" The man said in a dark, scary voice. "I-im sorry, I-"

Bang

Blood spilled on the man's hand and a sinister smile crept up onto his face, making all his handsome features turn dark and horrendous. My hand smacked over my mouth as I scooted to the far end of the van where the rest of the girls were all bunched up.

The man's dark eyes locked with mines and he had this irritated glare on his face. Only then I realised that I was sobbing out of fear. I was hiccuping and tears flowed down my face.

"You," he pointed the gun at me and my eyes widened. He motioned for his gun for me to get out and I nodded a no. My body started shivering in fear when his eyes darkened with anger.

He leaned forward and grabbed me by my ankles and I let out a loud, shrill scream as I was dragged out of the van. One of the girls held my hand to pull me back but he was much stronger. Once I was face flat onto the ground, I heard a screech and a bang.

I saw the man drag out the limp, lifeless body of the girl that attempted to help me, blood gushing out of her temple. I gasped and started sobbing all over again. Who is this man? Where am I? What is going on and for what reasons? Why are we kidnapped? Why didn't he kill me?

He suddenly turned around and pointed the gun to my face. I lifted my hands in surrender and kept in my sobs. "P-please.." I started but couldn't finish off my sentence because next thing, I was standing up on shaky legs and dragged by my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I yelled and I tried to remove his strong grip around my fragile wrist with my other hand but he just yanked me forward, making me scream again.

My breath hitched in my throat when I found a row of girls standing behind each other, hands chained together. The man took me in that direction and my heart was racing out of my chest by now. I looked between him and the line of girls.

"N-no, please don't," I begged but he just ignored me. I started screaming again when he turned around and gave me a hard smack across the face. My free hand reached to hold my numb cheek and I looked at the man with disbelief printed across my face.

"Shut up or else I will make you a part of them!" He pointed to the row of girls and my eyes widened to the size of golf balls when I saw the brutal torture they were receiving.

A man which seemed to be in his late forties whipped the girls backs until they bled, leaving a permanent scar for their life. Once he was done with them, he kicked them to the side where they heaved in pain and cried. Their screams became louder when hot water was poured onto the open wounds and most of them passed out from the pain.

My heart clenched for the innocent girls and I glared at the man who was watching the scene with a satisfied smirk. "Why are they doing that?" I asked and his head snapped to me.

"They are getting punished, they are a group of girls that broke Omertà, little bitches getting what they deserve." He sent me a glance before grabbing my frozen form and continued dragging me with him.

Omertà? These people are probably from the mafia...

I didn't even realise that we were now walking down a dark, gloomy hallway. It looked deserted and a little green, freaky glow illuminated the walls. I walked carefully beside the man who was dressed in clothes a guard would wear. He had a walkie talkie attached to his jeans belt and his black short sleeve polo shirt defined his  bulging muscles.

He caught me staring and I quickly lowered my eyes to the ground. We walked in silence until we stopped in front of a door. He opened the door to reveal a dimly lit bathroom that send a chill down my spine. He pushed me inside and locked the door.

"Make it snappy," he mumbled and when I didn't hear his feet move away, I sighed and stepped into the shower. I turned on the faucet which made me take a sharp breath when freezing cold water hit my body.

I took the bar of cheap soap and scrubbed off the dirt from my body. There was no shampoo so I patted my hair with soap and a disgusting brown colour flowed from my body into the drain.

When I was done with the so called shower, I walked over to the little wardrobe and wore the only clothes that were in there which was a black tank top and blue denim shorts. I stepped out of the bathroom only for my arm to be gripped and my body dragged down a few hallways.

The guy threw me in a room where there were... prostitutes in every corner of the dimly lit room. Why did he bring me here? I'm not a prostitute.

So here is the second chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it.