No Pills

39. Shush; Candy

*Charlie's P.O.V*

Leo and I have a plan. We'll be good. We'll go to school and come home and rest well. I'll learn with Mia. He'll prepare for our trip.

The plan goes well until I destroy it Friday afternoon. Immediately the school bell rings, I head to a station. Igor's birthday is at a hotel.

Upon reaching the hotel's lobby, I eject my invitation card, only to be told I have the wrong venue. I step out, frustrated.

"Sssss!!" Then I hear someone hiss after me. Turning quickly, my eyes lock with a bodyguard in formal all-black. He doesn't say anything to me; he takes my invitation card and tears it to pieces. I pretend not to be irritable because he looks like the bodyguards from the club. Perhaps he knows the right way. He motions to my plain clothes, and I shrug.

Shaking his head as if I'll regret not dressing 'sexy', the bodyguard leads me. I stay close despite his rushed gait. We end up in a small car that gets us to what looks like a hangar. Seeing two actual aeroplanes, I gasp.

The bodyguard opens my door for me. I run alongside him into one of the planes. A flight attendant tries to take my bag, but I decline. Fortunately, the bodyguard is in the cockpit at this moment. The plane is first class, so I try my best not to touch anything besides the seat I'm given.

An hour later, the plane takes off. I feel nauseous.

Where are they even taking me?

I refuse to eat, drink, or sleep. When we land, the bodyguard blindfolds and ties me up. The cool night air blows my hair as I am pushed around and into who knows what. Hearing a padlock and touching the metal ground, I reckon I'm in a container. Motion begins. In over an hour, it stops, and the breeze returns. There is more pushing and, soon, talking.

My ears catch on to a won't or two: something about prostitutes, packages, and a ground floor. Then someone says, "... Top floor. Are you sure you speak English?... No... No, the next house."

So as they -whoever they are - drag me into an elevator, I quell fear with this scanty knowledge of my location. A click sounds, and we start moving again. Slow music mingled with some weird - Screaming? Moaning? - sounds rise in the background.

I want my earmuffs. Now!

"No, I said next house! He is not part of the batch." The same speaker says.

"He what?" I hear a Russian accent this time.

"Oh!" The initial speaker grabs my shoulders. "He is for Igor!"

"Ooooh," the latter hoots.

Then, I feel several hands exchange me like I'm some present. The music is replaced by elevator noise. They are sending me down.

At this point, I have given up on figuring out my location. I shut everything out.

When they release me, I find myself all alone in a bedroom. I exhale. It takes my eyes some rubbing to adjust to new surroundings, after which I look out the window at a beach shore -

"I asked you to wear something sexy."

I jump. Igor's gaze is on me, listless.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh-

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Author's note: trigger warning for sexual assault. You can skip to the next author's note still in this chapter if you don't want to read anything associated with s.a... but yea, it happened.

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"Aren't you done crying?!"

"Hey, boy! Stop it!"