Chapter 4

The satanic man pulled me through the halls, his hands rough against my skin.

He pulled me in front of a door and knocked.

I felt panic wash through me as I waited for whatever terror was behind the door.

My hands shook by my side as he looked at me, his eyes unmoving.

"W-what's going to happen?" I asked carefully as his grip on me loosened.

He glared at me, his eyes stone, and he said nothing.

He seemed to be contemplating whether I was even worth answering.

He finally spoke, "just do as you're told. When you go in there, stand still, and when you're asked a question, answer it. Don't lie. This is probably the last time we will ever talk." He said gruffly.

"A-Are you one of the men that took me?" I asked.

He scoffed, and gave me a look that said 'do you really think I'm going to answer that'

"You s-said it yourself. You will never speak to me again. I just need some answers." I refused to beg.

He frowned his dark brows as he looked down on me, "yes. I was."

"You do know...that I'm not a prostitute, I was just walking home from m-my birthday p-party.." I was trying to get this man to feel something, anything. I was trying to control the tears that were filling my stomach and I swallowed down a cry.

His eyes went a little wide with surprise, but he said nothing. His eyes remained cold.

His eyes were dark and he finally looked away from me almost as if he couldn't look at me.

I noticed a scar on his chin, it was faint and faded, from a long time ago. Black ink covered his arms and neck. Drawings and symbols that I didn't know.

I frowned as I black inked writing along his neck, it read.

"вы ложь , и я правда"

It was old Russian for "you are a lie, and I am the truth."

I frowned at the writing, wondering what it meant, but it was hard concentrate, all I wanted to was cry.

The tattoo had to mean something to him.

Even a man as cruel as him, had things that were important to him. Maybe I could hit a 'soft spot' and he would take pity on me.

He wouldn't have permanently inked a saying onto him, if it was useless.

I needed to be smart. I couldn't cry, men like him don't feel anything for crying girls.

They're killers at heart.

"What's your name?" I asked suddenly.

It was a stupid question, I know.

Because why the fuck would it matter?

But I guess I wanted to know because I wanted to know someone. Anyone. It didn't matter that this man tried to rape me in a filthy bathroom only an hour ago.

When I get sold off to some murderous rapist, I want to have the knowledge that I at least knew someone from this hell.

He looked at me, his eyebrows pulled together, his jaw set, and his eyes looked dangerous.

The door opened and I felt him grab me, but this time it was a little softer, a little less angry.

His callused fingers gripped me a little lighter.

Before he pushed me in, he whispered in my ear.

"Afanas. My name is Afanas."

And with that, he pushed me in.

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Dim lights greeted me. The room was silent, and I stared through a one-way glass that bled my reflection.

What kind of questions are they going to ask...

I frowned at my reflection, and tried to avoid looking.

I really did look like a prostitute.

The crinkle of the intercom came on, and a woman's monotone voice came on.

I felt myself panicking at the thought of all the men that were probably staring at me through the glass.

"Calla Evans?" The voice called.

I nodded shakily.

"Age?"

"E-Eighteen." I felt like crying.

"Where were you born?"

Russia "N-New York." I stuttered.

Another pause.

"Approximately how many times have you had sexual intercourse?"

I felt like dying.

"I-I'm a virgin."

There was a long pause.

I stared at my small figure trembling in the mirror.

I am pathetic.

I shook as I waited for the voice to come on.

"The auction is about to take place. Stay quiet and do what you're told."

I frowned, confusion flooded through my head when suddenly blinding lights flooded the room.

I felt my eyes adjusting and suddenly the voice came back on.

"Introducing Calla Evans, or as most of you know her as 'the runner' " I frowned.

"Calla is 18 years old, approximately 5"7 and 120 pounds. Her hair is naturally black, and her eyes are a light blue. She is known to be quite 'fiery'. Calla is a virgin, her innocence makes her more valuable. With her natural exotic beauty and pristine figure, Calla will be our most expensive object."

I felt tears weld in my eyes but I said nothing.

I'm a object. I'm not even human.

"The bidding will start at 50,000$"

'Beep

The prices starting shooting up, and after each ring that signaled a bid, I felt myself losing a part of me.

My jaw trembled as the prices went past 100,00$

I felt like throwing up.

Then 200,000$

I felt a white blur passing over my vision, and it faded when the final price rang out.

"Sold, for "775,000$. Mr. Velkov, your purchase will be delivered immediately."

I let out a cry and covered my face with my hands and sunk to my knees.

Sobs escaped my lips as I realized that my soul had just been taken from me.

Velkov. I know that name. It sounded familiar.

The lights suddenly blacked out and I felt myself being grabbed and dragged out of the room.

The dim lights of the hallway greeted me and Afanas came into view.

A man stood next to him, his eyes grazing down me and they stopped at my breasts.

"vzyat' yeye k bossu." (Take her to the boss) The man next to Afanas growled.

I frowned, boss?

Oh my god. The Mafia Boss?

That's where I know Velkov from.

Afanas pulled a black cloth from his pocket, and suddenly it was over my head and I was blind.

I tried to pull free from him. I really did.

I flailed my arms and kicked but he was on me.

I tried to bite him through the cloth but he was wearing thick gloves and he kept walking.

His hands wrapped tightly around my waist and I felt the other man wrap his hands around my legs. I was off the ground.

They began quickly, walking me somewhere, and I felt myself panicking through each step they took.

The man holding my legs seemed to enjoy this.

"ona ognennaya , kak trakhayutsya . Bozhe, chto ya khotel by sdelat' , chtoby byt' v sostoyanii zagnat' etu malen'kuyu devstvennuyu kisku." (She's fiery as fuck, what I would do to be able to pound this little virgin pussy.)

I flinched at his words and I felt his arms raise a little higher on my legs until they rested high on my thighs.

I whimpered. I felt so fucking useless. I couldn't do anything. All I could do was scream and protest. I could do absolutely nothing.

"No. Boss would know." Was all Afanas said, in English almost as if he wanted me to know. He wanted me to know that he just prevented something terrible from happening. It was almost as if he was going to expect me to return this 'favor'.

I was too busy trying to struggle free to care.

We walked down a set of stairs, and turned into a darker, musty space.

Probably a garage. They said I was going to be 'delivered'.

I felt the creepy man letting go of my legs and Afanas caught my weight.

He hoisted me up until he was carrying me in his arms.

His hands gripped me in a bruising hold.

I heard a car door open and suddenly I was tossed in, and the door was slammed behind me.

The car started up, and I curled into a ball.

I felt the kind of emotional pain inside of me that stings. The kind that you know, no matter what you do, it won't go away. It's the kind of sadness that hurts, I felt useless, and dead.

As the car picked up speed, I felt myself accepting this terrifying fate.

I am no longer the girl who escaped Russia where her family was killed.

I am no longer the girl with the psychotic friends who weren't even real friends.

I am no longer going to be a happy, innocent girl.

I was going to make this... 'Velkov's' life hell.

He payed over half a million dollars for me, if I'm not what he likes....he can fuckin suck it.

I am not who I used to be.

If I live through it, I will built a wall around the little humanity I have left. If I actually survive this, I will never be the same.

If .

Not when.

Just 'if'

If, is all I have left.