𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦// 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐂

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Rachel's POV

I must have cried myself to sleep because I was shaken awake. When my vision came into focus I noticed that I wasn't down in the cold room, chained to the wall. Instead, I was on a bed, in a proper bedroom. I looked to the person who was shaking me. I don't know who I was expecting but it was Charlie. I sat up, wincing in pain. I held my stomach. But soon my nostrils were filled with the smell of bacon and eggs. 

"Mmmm, something smells good."

"Yeah, the mistress is cooking breakfast."

"The who?" I asked, rubbing my eyes

"The mistress. She's one of the guy's girlfriend. I only met her when they were taking us up to this room."

I gave her a confused look, in which she elaborated.

"You were asleep when they unchained us and took us to this place. The men drove us here, dropped us off and left. That's why you don't remember."

I nodded, seeming to understand. There was a knock at the bedroom door and I jumped. Charlie got off the bed and slowly opened the door. It was the mistress. I saw the woman and we made eye contact. She whispered something to Charlie, which made her open the door all the way, allowing the woman to walk in. I looked at her and hugged my knees. Charlie sat next to me and the woman at the edge of the bed. She gave me a small smile.

"Are you alright?"

I stayed silent and looked away.

"Did...did he rape you?"

I just tensed up at that question. Tears filled my eyes. I fidgeted with my hands and with my actions, the woman nodded. I was the smallest and an easy target. I heard the woman sigh and the bed squeak when she got up. I looked at her.

"Well I made breakfast. Eggs and Bacon."

"A-Are the men out there?" I finally spoke, quietly though.

"No. They went on a trip for a few days so it's just girls."

She said it like we were family. Which we weren't.

I nodded and the woman motioned us to follow her to the dining table. Charlie gladly followed, as for me I hesitated but soon went. We both sat at the table while the woman gave us breakfast. Me and Charlie were both starved so we ate like savages. How can a nice woman like her end up with men who are so cruel. She watched us eat and left us to finish. When she came back she clasped her hands together which made me jump.

"Alright girls, put your dishes in the sink and go get dressed. I put some clothes on your beds so you can pick and choose what you want to wear ok?"

"Ok." Charlie responded, mouth full of food.

I just nodded.

We did as we were told, put the dishes in the sink, get ready. There were a bunch of clothes which looked to big for my size. I picked out the clothes I felt comfortable wearing, Charlie doing the same. I sorta experimented with them. Oversized shirt, jeans and by already existing sneakers were the outcome with white socks. We both walked out and the mistress was waiting. She led us to her car and told us to get in, as well as to keep our heads low probably so no one could recognize us. We did. It felt like we were in the car for hours before we pulled up in an empty parking lot, with an abandoned building. She gave us sunglasses.

"Put them on."

We put them on.

"Stay in the car. I'll only be a few minutes." The mistress said as she got out, closing the door and locking us in.

We watched her stand near the hood as another car pulled up. There were two men in the car and the driver got out. He was black and a stocky fellow. Him and the mistress shook hands and they started talking. I saw her tilt her head and making his gaze look upon us. 

I saw him signal the guy in the driver's seat get out. He did and they both started walking to each side of the car. Charlie squeezed my hand as they opened the car doors and ripped us away from each other. I saw the mistress confused and frantically trying to get us back. The man that was holding me took out his pistol and shot the woman in the head which made both me and Charlie scream and jump.

The blood splattered on our faces.

They ran, their arms yanking us to follow. Like we had a choice. One of them got into the drivers seat while the black man pushed us in the back seat and we drove off. Leaving the woman bleeding, the car running, the doors open, the abandoned parking lot. We were both shaken up. 

We looked at the men.