3. Decision made

Brielle Clarke

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I stood in front of the said boss, trying my best not to shake in fear. The man from earlier had warned me that his boss was not patient. He had me clean my tears before taking me to him.

"Turn around." His Italian accent was thick and I could barely understand what he was saying but I turned around, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to take my life if I dared disobey him.

I didn't know what he was looking for but he didn't seem satisfied because he sighed.

"Face me."

I had not spoken a word since I was pushed inside this room but that did not mean I didn't have anything to say. I just knew I had to keep my words to myself to avoid death.

"Take off your clothes."

I had accepted my fate because I knew things like this happened in the mafia frequently and the fact that my father sold me out meant I had no one to come to my aid.

I wondered if my siblings knew about this. I wondered if my mom did. Would they miss me? Would they even care that I was gone?

Before I left the house, my mom had made a remark saying she didn't care if I came back or not. Her wish was being granted. I was taken forever.

"What?" The first word since coming inside his office escaped my mouth at his ridiculous demand.

"Take off your clothes, now." He repeated, a warning in his tone. "I will not ask again."

My lips quivered as I began to pull off my sweatpants. When I was left in my bra and panties, I stopped and he raised an eyebrow. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

"You are my property and I could very much fuck you if I please but I am not interested in virgins. Lose the underwear. You are testing my patience."

He wasn't going to have sex with me. That was a good thing but that didn't mean I wanted him to see me naked. I didn't want any man to see me naked. Being naked in front of anyone willingly would take a great deal of trust from me and my willingness to be vulnerable in front of him or her.

However, I had no choice but to take off my bra and panties.

He hummed in satisfaction when I was done and he finally rose from his seat. He was tall and broad. I looked like a twig compared to him as he stood before me. I was happy he didn't comment on my body.

Without saying anything, he cupped my breast and I automatically closed my eyes, wishing this would pass as soon as possible.

He tsked and moved his hand to my private part. A whimper escaped my mouth when he suddenly pushed one finger inside.

It hurt badly. I had never had anything up there and at the moment, I was drier than the Sahara desert. Luckily for me, his finger didn't spend much time inside me.

"You really are a virgin. You can put your clothes back on."

I hurriedly picked up my clothes and dressed up in seconds, ignoring the fact that he was watching me.

"Not many men would pay to fuck you, so I think you'd be better off sold to one at a higher price."

On one hand, I was devastated because I would be getting sold again. On the other hand, I'd never been happier to have such a disgusting body. If I didn't, it was possible that different men would be sleeping with me every day.

Only the thought was irritating enough.

I'd rather have one man force himself on me than a new man each day.

I sounded crazy but I knew there was no escaping this. My best shot was trying to escape at my new place and even that would be risking my life.

Another man was called to escort me. I tried to look for possible escape routes while at it but the numerous guards stationed everywhere told me it was impossible to run.

I wasn't taken to the room I had woken up in. I was dumped in a different room; a bigger room with more women.

I didn't ask many questions but I knew we all had the same fate.

That night, I cried myself to sleep as well as the next two nights after that.

The girls around me regarded me with looks of pity but none of them were hostile enough to scold me for being noisy as they had been in there for a longer period and had gone through what I was going through at the moment.

On my fourth night there, two new girls were brought in. From the conversation between them, I could tell they had been kidnapped as well but at least, their father didn't sell them off.

They had been coming back from the club when a van suddenly stopped beside them.

It was sad that the lives of women were in constant danger but there wasn't much we could do about it when most of the police were affiliated with the mafia.

With only a few clean ones, one wouldn't know who was good and who was bad and decided not to risk it. The mafia did not spare snitches and everyone in the city knew that.

On our fifth night, we were all brought out to be dressed up in expensive dresses and glamorous make-up. We were to be sold off and they wanted us to look our best while at it. It was sick.

We were in the supposed dressing room that they had taken us to in a van and we were being taken out one after the other.

"Number five." One of the harsh guards called out. They didn't even care about our names and we had been given numbers. I was number twenty-seven. "Number five." He repeated.

We all looked around, our eyes settling on the girl who had the number '5' around her neck. She was sobbing recklessly and her makeup was ruined. Drops of mascara stained her white dress and no matter how much she tried to keep her composure, she could not.

The guard set eyes on her and his face twisted in irritation. "You have to be fucking kidding me."

Before anyone could register it, he pulled out his gun and with a perfect aim, shot her in between the eyes.