Having her (Golden reaper MC)

16 - Angelica

I was sitting in Gunners lap. We were in the meeting room and all the members sat around looking at me expectantly. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. A part of me didn't want to tell them since I didn't want looks of pity, but the other part wanted them to know. I wanted to help them find whoever is doing this and put an end to it. I'm not naïve enough to believe that stopping those who did this to me would end human and sex trafficking but we can at least lessen it and that is something important to me.

Taking a deep breath I allowed my nerves to calm by focusing on the small circles Gunner was rubbing into my back, letting his reassurance wash over me. I lifted my head and started. "Before I say anything I want you guys to promise that you won't look or treat me any differently than you do now" scanning the room I see each of them either give me a nod or a small smile telling me that they understood. Letting out a sigh I continue "when I was 13 I was on my way home from a friend's house since we were doing a project for school. It was dark and I was texting Jace when I bumped into someone. I was apologising when someone else placed a cloth over my face....

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(flashback)

Waking up I kept my eyes close as memories from last night flooded through my mind. Trying to keep my panic aside as I try and figure out what happened. The first thing I registered was that my feet were not touching the ground and that there was a burning pain in my shoulder blades that was spreading up my arms. I opened my eyes slowly to avoid making my headache worse. Looking around I see that I was chained up in a dark room. The room I was in was almost like a basement, with its solid concrete walls and floor.

Craning my neck up I found silver cuffs latched around my wrists, the chains attached to them led up to the ceiling.

Well that explained the burning in my shoulders.

Looking down a notice that I was only dressed in my underwear. Before my thoughts can go over every possibility of what that could mean I hear a door behind me open and the sound of someone walking down the stairs reaches my ears. The footsteps are heavy causing a deafening creak coming from the floorboards the sound bouncing off the walls.

Trying to turn caused an intense pain to shoot up my spine so I stayed as still as I could. The anticipation of seeing who had kidnapped me, the fear of the unknown was starting to get to me.

The moment the figure came into view, I noticed that it was a man. The same man that I bumped into.

"Glad to see your awake little one," the man said a sinister smile taking over his features and causing the fine hairs on my entire body to stand on end.

Taking a deep breath I steady my voice. "What do you want with me?" I know it's a cliché question but what else is someone to ask in a situation like this.

"Not me, my boss. He saw you and now he wants you. Let's just hope he doesn't break you before I get a turn"

He's words send my heart on a rampage and sweat to coat my body as thoughts of what these people may do to me run wild in my head. The smirk in the man's face only proving that he had said what he did on purpose.

He wanted to see me squirm. He wanted to watch fear fill my features. He wanted that satisfaction before anybody else. It has been three days since I was kidnapped and I have yet to meet the person who is responsible. The man that I bumped into, Carlos, turns out was just following orders from someone he was obviously afraid of and yet was still loyal.

So far they had only starved me, only giving me a single glass of water and a cracker once a day. This was nowhere near enough but it allowed me some reassurance that they needed me alive. This meant I had some time to figure out an escape plan.

Since they lock the door when they leave and know I can't go anywhere they tend to leave my chain off. This may have seemed smart to them but really it just made them seem stupid.

Being able to roam around I was able to search for ways to get out. There was only one besides the door and that was the window. The window was tiny and I knew I wouldn't have fit when I first got here but I had lost a lot of weight and was sure I could squeeze through. The only problem was that it was locked and had yet to find something that I could pick the lock with.

Just as my mind switches to all the ways I could attempt to break the glass I hear the lock on the door click out of place. Taking a deep breath I try desperately to calm my racing heart.

The footsteps sounded different this time, lighter almost. Lifting my head I watch as a pair of black converse and ripped skinny jeans come into view.

My whole body tenses and my heart beat rises as more and more of his body comes into view. I was finally going to meet the man that was responsible for all of this. Once he reaches the bottom of the staircase I take in his full appearance. His features were sharp. He wasn't particularly tall but made up for that in muscle. The feature that stood out the most about him was the angry jagged scar that ran down the length of the right side of his face.

He was the pure definition of dark and intimidating. My heart was now beating to the point where I was afraid it might actually stop. My breath quickens as I try to calm myself knowing any fear I show will just satisfy him the most. He stalks towards me like a predator and I stay as still as possible, my eyes not leaving him for a second to afraid of what might happen. He stops a few feet away from me but doesn't say anything, the silence stretching out between us.

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(flashback end)

"That was when it all started. The man's name was Damien Striker." I look up and around at everyone. "I don't want to go into detail about what he did or the others for that matter. All you guys need to know is that I was beaten, raped and tortured to the point where I was used to the pain and blood loss".

To be honest I would have gone into detail but I could feel Gunner shaking in anger beneath me and I could sense that the others were just as mad and pissed off that there were people out there doing this to so many people.

"Damien wasn't the only one, there were many others that owned me, but he was the first. There is an auction held every two years where people like Damien go to buy and sell humans. The next one is in a couple of months" I try and keep my tone light in an attempt to calm everyone slightly, but my attempt is useless.

Hawk stands up and turns to me "Do you know where it's being held?" His voice is strained from holding back his anger.

Taking Gunners hand in mine I trace patterns in his palm and he relaxes slightly. "Unfortunately no, the location changed each time. They do that so that they can't be tracked"

Hawk lets out a string of curses while running his hands through his hair, frustrated.

"We need to find them, they can't get away with what they do" everyone agreed with their president, He was about to speak again when one of the others spoke up "I might have someone who can find out, do you know who runs the event?" he turned to me at the end, I didn't know who it was since I still haven't met everyone. Thinking back to each time I was actioned I try to think of a name that U had heard each time. "I'm not entirely sure but they did mention the name Lucifer at each auction. So he either runs it or is at least high up in the ranks" he nods before pulling his phone at and walking out.

"Everyone go back to what you were doing I'll try thinking of a plan" Hawk let out an exhausted sigh before getting up and storming to his office.

I feel Gunner rest his head on my shoulder before lips brush against my ear "let's go back upstairs". Before I could reply a small squeal leaves me as Gunner stands up, putting me over his shoulder and carrying me up the stairs. Our combined laughter drifts around the building as we reach his bedroom.