Trapped in The House of Gold

Chapter Two - Caged

Slowly the fog starts to lift from my mind. A disgusting headache great me. Once my mind begins to clear the first thing that comes back to me is my sense of smell, the air is damp and musty with some sort of metallic scent coating the air. Next is my hearing, small whispers echo around me by voices I can assume to be all female. Water is dripping so slowly and agonizingly repetitive. Shuffling of fabric and feet against the floor. Pebbles rolling against hard stone.

Finally, I can move my body my eyes peel open. Dark shadows block my vision, blinking rapidly I force my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. A small flicker of light comes from my left illuminating the small space with deep shadows. Pushing myself into a sitting position I come face to face with three girls.

Looking around I spot five more girls all huddled together looking at me. is this where the missing girls went? Rubbing my head I push through the grogginess forcing myself to my feet. Swaying a little I push my feet into the ground widening my stance and steading myself. Moving my hands to brush the loose hair from my face I stop. Looking down silver glimmers in the dim light a thin chain holding my hands together, handcuffs.

"They have never handcuffed anyone before, " looking around for the person who talked, a girl, around my age I think, walks out of the shadows into the little bit of light.

"What do you mean by that, where am I?" My voice is gruff and scratchy from disuse it shocks me. How long have I been out?

Coughing I watch her as she walks over to me her arms bare, scratched, and dirty, her face and clothes as well. "Look around none of us are cuffed why would they cuff you?"

Looking around she is right no other girl is cuffed. "I don't know why I am cuffed but what I do want to know about is why I am here and where here is?"

The girl crosses her arms leaning against the bars that lock us in here.

"We're here to be sold, " a small voice whispers just enough to be heard.

Looking for the girl who spoke I stop on a young girl maybe around fifteen or sixteen hidden in a corner watching me from the shadows. "Sold for what?"

She looks up at me her eyes sad and empty, her clothes are torn and muddy scratches line her arms, a sign of struggle. "For sex, we are sold to become someone's sex slave." She leans on her side dropping her eyes to the ground done talking.

Looking at the other girls all are in a similar condition as the young one in the corner. The youngest seems to be fourteen we're as the oldest is the other girl and me. A sex slave, I was abducted to be a sex slave. "Why did they cuff you?" The girl asks again.

"I don't know."

She raises an eyebrow "What were you going into for a carrier?"

"I was planning to be a child abuse consultant, why do you ask?"

She grumbles "That doesn't make sense. Why would they cuff you for that?"

Shrugging the chains connecting my wrists clink together "Beats me, I woke up like this so..."

She sighs "What about your parents what do they do?"

"My dad is a cop and my mom is a stylist," I say.

"How cliché," a girl mumbles.

I glare at her ignoring her comment as I turn back to the other girl "That might be it if your dad was a cop he could have taught you a few things."

Understanding lines my face. Nodding at her I turn to the others "Anyone have a bobby pin or something along those lines?"

They all shake their heads "They took anything like that so we wouldn't be able to harm ourselves or have the possibility of getting out."