Two

Lauresse

He was grinning and facing Ashton. "I am inspecting if truly she is pure," he reasoned.

"You have no right to do that. What would Alexandro do to you if I told him?" Ashton monotone, staring at him, warning.

I noticed the sudden whiteness of her face, and he laughed fakely. "You can't be funny. Take her out." He orders his two men.

If Ashton just let the man do what he did, maybe—I can't imagine that. I am disgusted now, and I can feel what he did. I wanted to run away, jump into the river and clean myself. Remove this hand imprinted on my body. I could feel his hands as if they stayed there on my body. I bit my lower lip. The pressure hurt, tasting the iron blood in my buds.

I'd rather die.

The two men still holding me in both arms, we walked to the end of the hallway. The man Hernan went with Ashton to the adjacent cell with the two men outside the cell, and I heard the girl cry, begging, which pained me.

If only I could do something, the same thing would happen to him as he did to me. Twelve years old, very young enough to taste the cruelty of this world.

Nails digging hard in my palm. Little by little, I see the light coming from the door, not the light coming from the bulb but from the sun that I thought I would never see again, and I sense its warmth.

I noticed the trees surrounding the two-story building, inhaling the fresh air as if I had never breathed in my whole life, and I saw two white vans.

We stopped at a van with five women inside. They were blindfolded, hands and feet tied in a rope. They were shivering and sobbing.

I felt the man wrapping a black cloth around my head, depriving me of my sight, and tied my hand at the back.

"Sit," he said, pushing me inside, so I fell down on the seat. He tied my hand while I was lying with my front. His rough hand caressed my legs while he bound my ankle with the rope.

"If you are not that pricey. Right now, I had f*ck you," he said in a lustful tone, and his hand moved to my thigh.

"Stop, please," I begged. Not there. I'd rather die than anyone touches me. I tried not to cry. Tears are running down my face.

I was shaking, and my hardened heart was acting limitless. Not again. Not again that someone touches me. My mind screamed, my body stiffened, and my breathing stopped.

I felt his hand stop.

"If Alexandro doesn't own you, you are screaming now in pleasure while moaning with my name."

In your dream! I stopped myself from saying it. If I do, he might end up fucking me. I'm trembling as though it's already negative 0 degrees. He pulled me to stand up and carried me. My ass felt the softness of the seat before he let me go. The smell of tobacco was on him, and I inhaled freely when he left.

I don't think I was with anyone in front of the Van. The other girls seem to be behind me. I couldn't see anything, and I got even more nervous.

Where will they take us? If only there was a chance to escape. But nothing. I have no plan, and they would shoot me if I dared. I bit my lower lip and winced from biting the wound in it. But having one painful death is enough than being exploited for money.

Not! I'd rather die.

"Where are they taking us?" the raspy voice of the woman at my back asked. Taking me away from my deep thoughts.

No one answers. Who knows? Only one thing will happen to us, to be sold as a prostitute. My fists tightened in my hands. That idea struck a chord in me.

What will I do? My stomach quivers, and my breathing fast. The chill ran through me.

"No one knows. Sell our organ?" answered the woman with a sweet voice.

"I don't want!" one of the girls cried. "I want home. I miss my mom and dad. I don't want to die."

And suddenly, the interior of the car resounded with their cries. In the distance, I heard the woman's roar to let him go crying and begging.

My head moved in the direction of the sound coming to our Van. But suddenly, a gun was heard a minute later in the distance. The girls stopped crying, and it was replaced by fear and questions.

"What is that? Did they kill someone?"

"Are we next?"

"Oh, God, please!"

"Mama… Papa..."

My world felt like spinning, and I was deafened by the noise. I want to yell at them to stop. Silent is what I desire. Silent to think correctly and to have comfort.

"Take that lady," ordered the man at the door.

"Are they going to kill us?" one of the girls asked in a shaky voice.

And the response was laughter coming from another man.

"You are not going to die, ladies. You are going to give pleasure," answered the man with amusement in his tone.

I gasped as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out. Someone helped me stand and took the rope to my feet. My heart was beating fast, and I felt nothing but the heat of fear in my muscles.

"W-where are y-you taking my me?"

But there was no answer to the one holding me. Did the stout old man take me out of the Van? Is he planning a devious act on me? Remembering its disgusting hand trembles my whole being.

Not again.

Oh, please, not again!

The corners of my eyes warmed, and bitten my lips not to sob. Some steps I thought would never end. The man stopped, so I halted.

"Here," the man uttered and released his hand from my arm.

I felt the surroundings, the birds' sounds, and the leaves rustling distant from me.

A warm hand touches my arm, and I inhale the woody citrus of a male perfume. The fear for myself deepened. Is it the stout old man?

He pulled me gently, and I heard the car door open. I swallowed so nervously.

Even if I want to fight, I can't. It can't guarantee that I can escape from his hands, or I might get hurt. In the end, he would and still will get what he wants.

Tears flowed, and I was trying not to fall. I climbed into the car, groping around until I could sit down.

Then the door shut. My fate seals now. And I heard my heart completely break along with my hope.