David climbs the concrete steps to the heavy metal door and reaches for the handle.
“Let’s try this door first. If it doesn’t open, I’m sure we could pry open one of the bay doors.”
A dreadful sensation crawls down my spine as the door creaks open on rusty hinges. The sound echoes through the dark, abandoned space, and if there are any people inside; we just gave them a-heads-up that they had visitors. The smell that rushes out to greet us is a mixture of dirt, oil, and mold, causing me to hold my breath for a second hoping it will clear, with no luck. David steps through first as if he doesn’t have anything to worry about so I reluctantly follow. I am immediately swallowed by darkness regardless of the parking lot being lit up like a shopping center. As my eyes start to adjust, a sharp sting to my neck has my heart rate skyrocketing and my vision going fuzzy. “David!” I scream. He catches me as my legs start to buckle, and he slowly lowers me to the dirty warehouse floor. A shadowy figure moves in my peripheral vision and before I can warn him, a shot echoes through the empty warehouse then David’s body jerks. The look of horror on his face as he falls away from me will haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life. If I had only followed my gut instinct, David would be alive right now. The voice I hear next is one I will never forget.
“Well, I have to say, this is the first time someone has paid me to take a loved one off their hands. I guess the extra cash will make up for your daughter not being a virgin. You were right; Mr. Jones, the red hair, and porcelain skin with fetch a hefty price. Help me get her to the chopper and our business here is done.”
A sharp slap to my cheek jars me awake and as my vision partially clears I realize that I’m on a bed in a small private jet with a monster on his knees between my legs. I turn my head to the right and see clear blue sky out the portal window but a brutal hand on my jaw forces my eyes back to the man my stepfather paid to take me off his hands.
“My name is Sully Vrennikov. You and I will get to know each other quite well before I’m through with you.”
I stare defiantly at this man who seems to have no soul, wondering how easily this man can be bribed, money talks.
“No tears for you, huh? Oh, you are going to be a fun one.”
I open my mouth to offer this man more money than my stepfather has access to, but the words just won’t come out. The gleam in his eyes lets me know that no amount of money will prevent him from doing what he is about to do. I bring my hands up to claw at his face as a last ditch effort to save myself, but the drug in my systems has zapped my strength and speed, giving him the time to grab both of my wrists in one of his hands and pin them above my head. His other hand reaches under my skirt to tear off my underwear, then up to lock around my neck cutting off my air supply. Knowing what will come next, I welcome the darkness that takes over. Even though I know that I will be violated in the worst possible way, at least I won’t have the memory to go along with it.
Chapter Two
Ruse:
*an action intended to deceive someone; a trick.
~Maria~
Present Day
“Where is the red head, maybe I should blow off some steam so I can stay in control with this one?”
Please, God, no more. The drugs and strangulations are taking its toll on my body. I can count four times that one or more of the guards have entered my room to knock me out and violate my body. I fight them until I’m unconscious, or they drug me, but the pain in my body after the rapes tell me what is happening to me while unconscious. I am feverish and clammy as my system is trying to expel the latest drug, almost as if I’m in withdrawals.
“Next door over, Man, but I wouldn’t bother, it’s not worth the effort.”
I hear the door open and close then the shuffling of footsteps. I remain motionless as calloused hands press lightly to my upper back. Maybe if the new guard thinks I’m unconscious, he will leave me be, although the other guards didn’t mind raping an unresponsive woman.
“Hey Bloke, this woman is sick. You stupid bastards probably gave her an S.T.D. She needs medical attention and at the very least, Advil for the fever.”
Well, that was unexpected. Hopefully, the new guard believes I have an S.T.D. and will leave me alone for that reason alone.
“Oh shit, I can’t bring an STD home to my wife. She’ll leave me this time for sure.”
That voice belongs to the one they call Slim. I believe he is the guard who watches over the girl next door and also the one who drugged me when Gordon, another guard, came in to rape me. From his confession, it sounds like Slim raped me too. I hear Slims panicked words as he retreats and stomps his way up the stairs.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”
I barely hear his whispered promise as he leaves the room. What the hell just happened? I have been here for over a month. I have been beaten, raped, drugged and humiliated but have never felt more emotion than I do in this moment of being shown compassion by one guard. What is he up too? My mind is in turmoil over this change
