Saving The Devil

24. No Help

Ofcourse I did as I was told. There's nothing like the ol' dead on the spot card to keep a girl inline!

Nando had just joined my side and his eyes where pitch black. I couldn't stop the shuddered that ran through me, as he once again took my arm in his.

Is that how I looked too? Is this what he meant by activated?

"Don't make it so obvious that it bothers you Deandra" again we came up to two mountains guarding a set of double doors. There were about five couples ahead of us, they we divided and ushered to different sides of the doors to women in black. "Again you do not speak. When you are sent to the woman all you say is English"

When he didn't hear a reply he gave my hand a light squeeze but I still couldn't meet his eyes. "Yes. Yes I understand."

Once again, I did as I was told...with a pinch of, how would one say, escape plan.

I might have done what I was told to do before but unlike then, Nando wasn't holding my hand nor was I talking to a man, this time it was a woman. A girl. A girl who looked as young and as trapped as me, surely she would help.

When I approached her she gave me that plastic smile she's been using all night.

"Can you help me?" Silence. What if she didn't speak English? "Help. Me?" her eyelids tightened and she cocked her head.

"What's seem to be the problem here" a rough voice barked behind me.

"Nothing Mr. Kov, we ran out of English buds and we are just waiting to receive more." the girl added quickly and I could see her shaking with fear.

"Don't keep the line too long" and he retreated just as he moved, I swear I saw muscle twitch in Nando's jaw from here.

"You are their property" her eyes shifted to Nando and back "I pity you but don't try that with anyone else!" And with that she stuck something behind my ear and in it.

I moved swiftly back to Nando, thinking that maybe, just maybe, there would be no escaping this night.

"They ran out of English buds" I offered before he had the chance to ask, "Don't worry I didn't break any rules." And we went through the double doors.

The room was ginormous. An orchestra sat opposite some prima donnas and other women who sat patiently. Black tux stood out among the sea of rainbow and glitter all twirling about on the sand coloured floor. The waltz was coming to an end as Nando lead me toward an arrangement of tables.

"Good Night Mr.?"

"Hitler and I'll have a glass of 42. White." he offered smoothly.

The waitress' eyes flew open, after her initial shock had pass however, her voice fell to pure seduction and if possible her breast grow about 4 cups bigger.

"And what will your—" she gave me a disapproving glance "—guest be having?"

"We—" I stepped closer to Nando, placing one on his back and the other on his chest, "—will have the bottle!" by now ours eyes were locked onto each other and we just stood there.

Throwing daggers at me with her eyes, the waitress went to complete our order, as soon as she was out of hearing distance I quickly broke contact and focused my attention on the musicians.

I could feel his gaze but I wouldn't give in. The sight of his eyes made my skin crawl with fear. He was truly a demon floating straight from the deepest pits of hell.

What the hell did you do that for? Being all possessive, so what if she was flirting with that douche bag?

Honestly I could care less about her flirting, it was the disrespect she portrayed that bothered me.

Well shake it off, we've got a plan to fulfil remember?

I do, but who here would help?

Asking myself that question only lead my eyes to start surveying the ballroom. I was surrounded by either murders, drug dealers, human traffickers, or worst, all of the above combined in one. The staff were clearly off limits and I couldn't see an exit, this made me feel hopeless. There was no help!