From Sold to Selling

Chapter 3

"Found you" Mr. Ashley growls in my ear. As he pins me against the wall behind me. My head knocks back against the wall instantly making me feel uneasy. A sharp pain runs through the base of my skull and down my spine and my head starts to throb intensely. I think I might puke.

I close my eyes to let the pain fade as I feel his hand tighten around my throat. His right leg between my thighs pinning me to the wall. I start to panic from the lack of oxygen and struggle with every ounce of energy I have left.

I go to knee him in the groin with my right leg but his other hand catches me mid swing easily wrapping halfway around my thigh and shoving it back down.

Fuck. I think as I try to open my eyes wincing in pain. My headache has only intensified after being jerked around.

"You are just going to keep getting hurt little one. I recommend cooperation; it would make things so much easier" he murmurs.

Pissed off at his statement, but in too much pain my stomach starts to tighten and he releases me just in time to step back before my vomit splatters onto the floor in from of me. My knees give in during the convulsions and eventually everything goes black.

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As I start to stir, I feel like I am floating.

I try to turn my head, but I have no strength and it simply falls back. As my mind wakes and becomes more rational, I remember everything.

The stench of the puke that now stains my dress brings me back and helps me realize that I am not floating in a dream, but rather being carried in the nightmare that has become my life.

I can't see him, but I can smell his cologne, and hear his heavy footsteps as we walk. Why can't I see him, wait why can't I open my eyes? I start to panic.

It is after that thought that I notice the soft fabric over my eyes, a blindfold. Then I recognize the cologne from the man that was chasing me before; only now the cologne is mixed with the vile stench of my vomit.

I lay still, trying to stay limp and, figure out what to do. I don't know where I am, or how much time has passed.

'I know you are awake' a stern voice says as I am placed on my feet. I stand unsteadily and almost fall before his strong hand wraps around my waist to steady my. "Walk. Cooperate." he commands simply as he pulls me along with him

I don't even bother to look up at him. My head is throbbing and I just keep my eyes down and focus on trying to walk without puking again.

Based on what I can see, we are still in the theater. Based on what I can hear we are heading back towards the main stage full of those nasty people.

I start to tense up in panic and I feel the arm around me tighten, "Don't panic." Mr Ashley says firmly, "We will be out of here momentarily if you just cooperate. I just need to grab my things."

I look up at him hoping that I misjudged him. I look into his eyes hoping to see some hint of kindness or empathy, but I am greeted with nothing but a stone cold, evil grey eyes.

"What makes you think I could possibly want to cooperate after everything I have seen and experienced tonight?" I ask slowly, carefully piecing together my words through my throbbing headache.

"Because. You either leave here with me, or I give you back to them. Only... they see you as trouble now, they will just use you as tonight entertainment for all those lovely men out there and then sell you off to some cheap murderous bloke who is here to buy something to chop up tonight." He pauses to observe me. I know he is trying to scare me, but I leave my face blank and stare back. He has a point, right now I just need to get out of this place alive...

I glare back, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing my shaky voice.

Turning forward I march on to the stage with his arm still around me.