Chapter Two

Naomi's P. O. V

I shut my eyes so tight and turned away, unable to bear the sight of what was going on. Their screams tortured me, and made me remember things that I tried my best to lock away.

My eyes stung with unshed tears, each passing second making it harder not to cry as the sound of multiple cord whips sliced through the air like knives, before the sound of them landing on bare skin came.

Then the screams followed.

The boy and the girl begged; they begged for them to stop amidst tears. I didn't have to open my eyes to see that.

Truly one could get used to their own pain and suffering, but never other's. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I just still had that little sliver of humanity remaining in me, that made it impossible for me to bear the sight of the suffering and pain of others. Even when I couldn't do shit about it, I always wished that I could. But unfortunately I didn't own even my own life.

The stupid mocking laughter of Albert and the others echoed within the large space, bouncing off the walls and coming back to our ears. The sound taunted me. It was a reminder of everything that I was, and will be until the day I leave this Earth. It was a reminder of what they had made me do, and what they will continue making me do.

A tear slipped from my eye, finally escaping it and breaking my resolve not to cry. I dried it away immediatly, before anyone else got the chance to see it. I lay back down, backing the side where they whipped the poor innocent girl and guy, and shut my eyes tightly.

I was going to try my best to make the world around me fade and fall into the background, while I rode my memories before the accident, and delusional thoughts of what I'd do if I got out of here.

The world that I lived in was too cruel, so I'd rather be stuck in my imagination.

Suddenly, another jingle was heard, this time it was very near. I opened my eyes again, and saw that another of Albert's guys had come to our cage, and was here to pick one of us.

We were the "special" ones. The ones that were so called favored by Alex.

No, this was not a good thing. In fact, we were the most pitied set of people out of all us here.

The why is quite simple; we were his special sex slaves. We were the ones that were washed and fed a bit better in order to remain in form for his sexual urges. He did anything he wanted to us, and by anything, I meant anything.

He used all sort of appliances on us; sexual or non sexual. He made us work in his underground club. Some as strippers, some as sex workers, others as both.

I was just a stripper, but that didn't mean that I had it any better.

I was his most common toy. The sex slave that he frequently requested for, and used nearly everyday.

I shut my eyes again, not wanting to remember everything that he had done to me since I was sixteen. The bastard man had defiled me mercilessly.

The beat of my heart increased by a notch in my chest, going crazy with the way the memories that I had boxed away and buried, threatened to break through the door of my sanity, and have me somersaulting into an endless abyss.

Deep breaths Naomi, deep breaths. Count from one to ten and you'll be fine.

"Hey, you!..." The man called out, and I prayed to the heavens above that he wasn't talking to me.

"...Doll! I'm talking to you!" Unfortunately, once more my prayers went very late to heaven. He was talking to me.

That was the nickname that Alex had given me, and my stripper name. I hated it with everything in me, as the only thing it did was remind me that I had zero to no control over my life and how it went.

It reminded me that I had no control over my actions, and I was nothing but a mere toy, a doll.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the man who had called me. I knew better than to correct him, genuinely. There was an iron rod in his hand, and I certainly didn't want to end up with more bruises than I already had this morning.

I got up from where I lay down.

"Yes master."

He struck my shoulder with the iron rod hard. A mighty wave of pain radiated through my body, coursing through every inch, and numbing every other sense. I shut my eyes tightly and bit my lower lip, trying my hardest to keep in a cry of pain. Unshed tears stung even more, as the urge to cry that I had previously toned down rose, even stronger this time.

No, I refused to cry. I couldn't cry. Big girls didn't cry, they couldn't show weakness. Crying was a sign of weakness. I couldn't let them see just how much they had shattered me, and broke me down into a million tiny pieces.

"How many times do you have to be told, you whore?! Don't you dare look at me with those your dirty eyes, or else I'll make sure to gouge them out for you, do you hear me?! Now get the fuck up and follow me! Lord Alex requests for you!" He said screaming at me.

Slowly, trying my best not to wince because of the pain that radiated through my body, I got up. I staggered a bit; it had been a few hours in that uncomfortable position, and the bruises on my body didn't make lying in this tiny cage easier.

Thankfully though, most of them were tended to. That had to be the only good part about being part of the favored. Alex liked his toys carefully taken handled, before and after he used them.

I felt another sting. This time it was on my ass. He had slapped it.

"Alex seriously has taste." he said with an evil smile on his face. I felt even more disgusted with myself and just hoped I would be lucky enough to be sold to someone who won't maltreat me one of this days.