his words ominous and terrifying. “You will die.”
He released me and stepped back, moving to address the entire group once again. “Today, you will prove your worth to me. Should you want to survive the day, I expect you to make the clients happy.”
He motioned to the guards, and they opened the door and pulled the first girl by the hands, leading her outside and back to our prison cells. Each of us followed silently, and a tear fell from my eye and left a wet path down my freshly scrubbed face. I quickly reached up and wiped it away in hopes that none of the men would notice. Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare?
Demon walked beside me the entire time. When we reached my door he put a key into the bolt and twisted the knob, stepping inside and pulling my plastic-bound hands with him. He stepped outside momentarily and yelled down the hall to one of his minions.
“No clients in this cell today. She’s mine.”
Fear rippled through me and I almost crumbled to my knees. I could not do this again. The introduction to this life was bad enough, I couldn’t handle another one. He slammed the door closed and turned to look at me.
He bent by my feet and unlocked the chain around one of my ankles. The relief was momentary, as I felt him tug me closer to the wall. My heart raced and started to pound in my chest, and my gut wrenched in fear as he secured the end of the chain to a heavy looped bolt in the wall.
“Your defiance will kill you, girl. I cannot give you to another client unless I know you’re obedient. So this will be a lesson. You will obey, or be punished.”
He pulled another chain from the corner of the room and threaded it through another bolt in the wall, a few feet from the other one, then secured it around my other ankle.
“Raise your arms.” He commanded in a dark tone. My hesitation was only a moment, but his fist ricocheted across my cheek at the brief infraction.
“Now.” His breath, hot and angry, settled over my skin, making it crawl. I raised my arms above my head, and he reached, pulling them around a hook hanging from the ceiling. I was a prisoner.
I didn’t know what he had planned, but he stepped back a few feet and looked me over. I closed my eyes and turned my face away from him. I couldn’t watch. This time, he didn’t stop me. I heard his knife flip open and my heart tried to jump out of my chest.
“Please… please don’t do this.” I cried out, whimpering, feeling the cold steel on my thigh.
“You do not get to decide here. You are mine. No one is going to save you.” The metal pierced through the skin on my inner thigh and he dragged the tip, slicing his way down a few inches toward my knee.
I cried out in pain as the warm blood poured out of the wound and down to my feet. He repeated the process on the other leg until my body went numb. He was preparing me for something else. I knew it. I had to force my mind to close out what was happening. For now, I was his. There was no use in fighting. This was my fate.
* * *
THREE DAYS AGO
(Sydney, Australia)
NOVA
The sun moved swiftly toward the edge of the water. Lines of purple and pink danced across the sky as the crowds on the beach began to thin. Evie was asleep on her towel, lying next to me. I sat up, resting my arms across my knees, and watched the magnificence of the sunset before me.
A few seconds later, a Frisbee landed at my feet and my gaze popped up into the face of a smiling man with golden skin and light brown hair. His smile was bright and his eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses. I found myself wondering what color they would be.
“Sorry about that.” He smiled, picking up the disc and tossing it back towards his group of friends.
“No problem.” I blushed from head to toe, smiling nervously.
“My name is Davis.” His grin grew even more as he offered me his hand in a friendly gesture.
“Nova.” Sliding my fingers across his calloused palm, I