2 | In the Hell

Ananya's POV

I awoke in a different room after I don't know how many minutes or hours, and my ears were filled with the sound of crying. I looked around and noticed that there were a lot of girls around me.

They'd thrown me into a room full of girls. They appear to be very young to me, and many of them are minors. Almost every girl's face was filled with fear and dread.

"Hmm, so you're finally awake, Barbie," the man who drove me here said. I'm not sure when he entered the room or if he was already there. I simply stared at him. The way he referred to me as "Barbie" sent shivers down my spine.

"Please don't call me Barbie!" I yelled at him.

"Fiesty much? Huh?" He stepped closer to me, raised one of his brows, and touched my cheeks.

"Don't come near me!" I yanked his hand away from me.

"Hahaha.....you know I like wild cats. And I hope you're just as wild in bed as I am. Your attitude is turning me on so badly that I want to take you right now in front of these girls" he said with a devilish grin on his face. I felt like punching him right now.

"But my bad luck is that I can't take you until and unless you pay us the amount at which we bought you," he added as he drew dangerously close to me and tugged a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I would pay you the money at which you have taken me here. But please set me free" I requested him shifting backward creating a healthy space between our faces.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it can't happen now. You can leave this place as a dead body or if someone buys you."

Standing on my feet, I gulped down. My gaze is drawn to the exit door. He forewarned me as if he could read my thoughts.

"And don't even think about trying to flee. The ramifications are dire. You will be sorry for every second."

"What could possibly be worse than this filthy place?"

"You're saying this because you're a newbie, haha. But believe me, you will enjoy it."

"Never, ever, ever! I would rather die than enjoy this."

"We'll see, but for now, let's go. The Queen is expecting you."

"Queen? Who exactly is the Queen?"

"That you would know," he said as he grabbed my arm, which I quickly yanked back, keeping my feet firmly planted.

"Enough with the drama, girl. You're no longer a princess. I was forgiving of you because I was drowning in your innocence. Although I expressed little sympathy for you, this does not imply that you will disregard me. You have no idea how dangerous I and this place are. So just do as we say or you'll beg for death every second "With rage in his eyes, he dragged me out of the room. I had to literally run to keep up with his big steps.

He led me to a room at the far end of the balcony. The room was enormous and beautifully decorated. It has everything luxurious and appealing, but the good vibes were missing.

"Get down on your knees."

He gave me the order while I was looking around the room. I chose to ignore his words. He pushed me down and forced me to sit on my knees.

"So, she is that girl" My gaze is drawn to the source of the voice. A lady in his early fifties sat in a king-sized chair. She was using the cutter to cut Supari.

"Yes, ma'am, she is the one," the man who drove me here said as he bowed in front of her. That means she is the Queen he was referring to.

"What was it about her that drew you in so much that you were willing to pay such a high price to bring her here? I doubt she would be able to repay even the cost "She was chewing on something when she said this.

"Ma'am, I started working for you when I was 15 years old. I've seen a lot of girls. Nobody has ever captivated my attention the way her beauty has. Her beauty is magnetic and different from others just look at her" he grabbed my chin and forced my face up. She got up from her chair and came to a halt in front of me, examining my face.

"Indeed!" After a minute, she muttered.

"She has that angelic beauty that can entice any man. And do you know what the best part is? "He exclaimed with glee.

He went on to say, "She's a virgin."

"I am very proud of you," she exclaimed joyfully.

I was so ashamed at the time that I wished the earth would swallow me whole. They were speaking about me as if I were not present or as if I were a commodity rather than a human being with flesh and bones.

"She can serve our special guest," the man explained.

"And if she is successful in catching a large fish, I will undoubtedly pay you a commission," she paused.

"But first, let me look at the item."

Item? Did she refer to me as an item?

"Girl, take off your clothes for inspection," the man, whose name I assumed was Tiger, said.

I'm not going to undress here in this life. I'd die, but I'd never do this.

"I'm not going to do anything you people want!" While standing on my feet, I screamed.

"As if you have any choice," the woman yelled at me, clutching my t-shirt. I grabbed her hand and threw it away.

"Are you deaf? I said something. I'm not going to do it, and you can't make me "I screamed once more.

I was slapped across the cheek, which was already bruised. It was so strong that I fell to the ground and tasted blood on my lips. She sat down next to me, crushed my jaw between his fingers, and forced me to turn my face to look at her.

"No one, I repeat, no one dares to speak in a high tone with me, and you called me deaf," she said as she pushed my cheeks in between my teeth. It was excruciatingly painful.

"To me, you're nothing more than an insect that I can crush at any time," she added.

"Tear her gown."

As she directed, she returned to her original position. One of the men approached from behind me. I was disgusted when he put his hand over my breast with an evil smile. I pushed him with all my might and dashed for the door. The man who drove me here grabbed my back and wouldn't let me take more than two steps.

"Don't fight, Barbie. It serves no purpose. This is your fate now. So it would be preferable if you accepted it willingly without causing additional problems for yourself. She has the ability to make your life a living hell" he whispered, in my ears.

"I'm going to die, but I'm not going to do this." I cried as if they were going to hear it or it was going to affect them in any way.

"I believe you prefer difficult methods. It's okay, we enjoy playing with fire as well."

He encircled both of his arms around my waist connecting his front with my back. Our bodies were so close that even air couldn't pass between them. With an evil smile on his face, the other man whom that woman had ordered came in front of me and grabbed my collar to rip my dress.

No! This cannot happen to me. I'm afraid not. I have to do something to save my dignity, my self-esteem, and my inner soul from death.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I thrashed around in his grip, but all of my efforts were futile. He wasn't about to lose even a tenth of his grip. So I did what I thought was best at the time. I raised my leg and kicked in between the legs of the man in front of me who was attempting to rip my dress.

"Ahhhhhhhh," he yelled in agony, clutching his groin with the dirty hands that had been holding my collar a moment before. The man's grip on me from behind loosened a little as well.

Their Queen stepped in front of me and punched me in the nose. My nose began to bleed. I'll put up with the pain, but I'm not going down without a fight. This physical pain pales in comparison to the emotional anguish they are inflicting on me.

"You need to learn a lesson," she said as she fisted my hair and pulled it down, forcing me to face the ceiling. I bite my lips to keep a scream from escaping my throat. I don't want to show them how successful they are in hurting me in any way.

"You have got the wings. I would love to chop them off"

She yanked on my hair firmly. She seemed to want to make me bald by pulling all the hairs out of my scalp. The agony was excruciating.

"Take her to the punishment room and lock her up until she gives in," she said, throwing me on the man standing in front of me as if I were some object that wouldn't hurt him.

"As you wish, ma'am."

He bowed in front of her and dragged me out of the room with a death grip on my arm. We passed by a number of women, all of whom were staring at me as if I had just landed from another planet. But I ignored all those stares because my main goal at the time was to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Please let me go. I would pay you the agreed-upon sum. I guarantee it. But, please, let me go."

I pleaded one last time, hoping for the best, but he threw me into the room without even looking at me. I fall on my buttocks, and he locks the doors.

I looked around, but all I saw was darkness. My nostrils were filled with dust, and my heart was filled with fear. The atmosphere in the room terrified me to my core. I couldn't see anything because there was nothing but complete darkness. I can't even see a window through which a ray of sunlight could enter. What would I do if I had to live here?

I crawled and banged on the door, pleading for help and support.

"Please, someone open the door," I pleaded, but no one came to my rescue

After an hour of being assured that no one would open the door and that everyone here is nothing more than a heartless cruel monster, I slid down the door and sat down, hugging my legs and burying my face between my knees to cry about my fate.

Will I be trapped in this hell for the rest of my life, or will someone come to my rescue?