Chapter 4
Fuck!
Fuck men.
T he bastards showed us off like show dogs. No, cattle is what they called us. Then they tossed us back in these disgusting cells. I’ve been pacing my cage in a fit of rage.
Blank masks fill my mind as I pick. Rolexes, diamond bracelets, suits and evening gowns.
Some men were alone, while others were with women.
Groups of men ogled as they all checked us out.
They are all a bunch of sick fucks, although I couldn’t grasp their full conversations, enough was said to haunt me.
“Whipped bloody.”
“Knife down the spine.”
“How many toys can fit in one hole?”
“Redhead would look sexy in blood.”
I rip off the hanging nail as the last taunt repeats in my head. They all deserve to be locked up like I am. As much as I wish harm, murder is too far. My eyes snap to my friend. They dressed her in green, and it makes her raven hair look darker.
We know not to speak, but the plea in her eyes beckons me. I move closer to the bars between us and sit down, offering my icy hand. She grips it tightly, both our hands turning white. We can be each other’s anchor.
The doors swing open as a few goons walk in, followed by a mixture of masked buyers. Even though only four are here now, I know the rest will come.
Green cries out as her cage door is flung open. One fucker rushes in and grabs her roughly. She screams and fights, throwing punches with the hand not holding mine. Kicking whatever she can, I hold on to her with all my might.
I don’t see when a second jackass reaches for me between the bars. His taser sparks before he jabs it into my ribs.
A silent scream rips through my throat as I fall back.
My muscles lock up as the surges of electricity rush through me.
I gasp for air and have no choice but to watch as they carry her kicking and screaming from me.
Throwing her onto the floor and wrenching her arms behind her back. Her voice will haunt me.
The chubby, greasy, blank masked man holds out a syringe as they pin her down. One quick jab in the neck and she goes limp. The jackass picks her up and hands her off to the men who bought her. I’m forced to watch as he leaves, taking the one person that I’ve been leaning on.
Tears pour down my face as the three other buyers watch as their purchases are tied, gagged, drugged or, in Teal's case, tased until she passes out . All of them scream, beg for mercy and pray to a god hoping to be saved.
I'm frozen in pain as they’re taken to the nightmare that awaits them. Sobs rack my body, my ribs tender from where the taser got me. I’m still laying there crying and shaking as four more masked parasites come in. The next four girls are treated with the same cruelty as the previous ones.
I cover my ears trying to drown out the begging screams that will follow me everywhere I go for the rest of my life. It’s only after they leave that I notice I’m left alone.
Why didn’t the fucker who bought me come with the other groups?
Oh my God, was I spared?
Did no one bid on me?
I don’t know if that's a good thing or bad.
Am I chopped liver?
In this disgusting place am I really the leftovers?
My dreams of being spared are crushed as fast as they came when the door opens again. Only this time there' s no goons. Just a lone man in that dreaded mask.
He twirls a key on a ring around his finger. Whistling an offbeat tune as he strides like a cocky motherfucker to stand in front of my cell. My eyes look up and down, noting he isn’t out of shape or sloppily put together like the other pricks.
His all black suit fits his muscular form like a second skin. A glance at his mask and I notice another thing. His mask has a tally mark on it, right where his brow would arch. That is if the mask had eyebrows.
Why is he different from the other fuckers?
Is he important to this world?
I don’t realize I’m frozen and staring like a deer in headlights until he snaps his fingers. The sound brings me back to the moment.
“Are you going to be a good little whore? Or, do I have to prove you won’t win a fight against me?” His deep monotone voice cuts through the silence. My heart is beating rapidly as my breathing picks up. Standing on my shaky legs I give him a death glare.
“How about you go fuck yourself with a cactus that’s dipped in lemon juice! You sick son of a bitch,” I growl out. If this bastard thinks I’m going to be an obedient broken doll for him, then he’s going to get a news flash.
Black eyes stare into my soul for a minute. I know there is no way his eyes are black, but the shadows from the mask make it impossible to see their colour. His head snaps back, a loud laugh pouring from his lips.
He leans forward, gripping his knees as the laughter turns into a light wheeze. “Not my kink, Red, but if that’s what you’re into, then I’ll happily do that to you. Sounds painful, and I love causing pain. I wonder if you’ll scream or sing like a canary.”
He moves quickly while I’m gasping in panic.
His tone of voice is flat and lifeless like this is a normal Sunday morning.
The maniac unlocks the cell and charges towards me.
I scream and attempt to throw a punch at his face.
He dodges it like we are dancing, grabbing my wrist before twisting my arm behind my back.
Pain shoots up my arm to my shoulder and I’m scared he’s going to pop it out. I wiggle and try to free myself, but he puts more pressure on it until I feel he'll snap my radius like a toothpick.
I scream as I collapse to my knees and a grunt leaves my lips. The concrete floor grinding against my kneecaps. His breath ghosts over my ear, and I take a sharp breath as his cologne assaults my nostrils.
Gunpowder, leather and a scent I can’t place fill my lungs. He smells dangerous, like sin and death. I almost forget where I am for a moment as I let his smell wrap around me.
“I knew I chose right. We are going to have a lot of fun together, Red. So many fun games for us to play,” he whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to run up my spine as goosebumps break out over my skin. I’m panting, and I try harder to break his hold, but it’s no use.
“It’s time to go night night now, sleep tight.” I’m trying to figure out what he means when his fist flies towards my temple. The sharp pain turns my head foggy as I slump to the floor. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” is the last thing I hear before I plummet into the mental abyss.