bound by darkness

CHAPTER TWO

Chapter two

Penelope

When I wake it's to a dark and cold place, my mind is foggy, I’m lying on my back the floor cold and damp.

Groaning from the throbbing pain in my head, I roll to my side and then push myself up into a sitting position. I feel the dirt on the floor.

Squinting my eyes, I try to take in my surroundings, only there’s not enough light to even figure out where I am.

Scrambling to my knees, I place my hand on the wall and push upward to a standing position.

When I had placed my drink on the bar after gemma left, he must have spiked it, but why would he do that? What is his? Plan, what if he's a serial killer and I’m his next victim?

With my heart starting to pound and my palms becoming sweaty, I trail my hands along the wall as I walk around the place, I’m in, just hoping to find a door.

But all I feel is brick cold brick underneath my fingertips, my panic hitting an all-time high. I stop and start to shout “what do you want from me”

My voice echoes in the darkroom and that’s when I also hear a scuffling along the floor, as if someone just moved. My breathing becomes erratic as I trace my hands along the wall.

As I get to a corner of the wall, I slam into something hard and cold, hitting my head off of it with shaking hands. I trail along it to find bars.

Am I in a cell moving a little to the left? I trace down and find the door that’s attached to those. bars sure enough, it’s a cell door, one with the key lock.

“it’s useless. You won't get out”

My head turns quickly towards the sound. "Who said that? "

“I've been here for almost three months. At least I think it's been that long and not once have left here”

The woman's word hit me like a ton of bricks, and I collapse to the floor. I'm going to be here forever. There is no way out. I'm going to die and there is nothing I or anyone else can do about it.

She keeps talking as tears start to fill my eyes “they come in oncee a day to feed us some women here have left but they never came back it’s a blessing really they haven't had to go through all the torture they were here for a day and then poof I guess they didn’t make the cut”

Lifting my head, I ask through tears, “what do you mean the cut”

“I heard some guards talking the traffic of women to the highest bidder. When they are ready, we will be. sold they just haven’t found pure ones yet,”

Pure as in virgins, an icy shiver runs down my spine at the realisation I fit that category. It's only a matter of time until I’m sold to someone. I will never see my family or friends again.

When I thought it was a serial killer, it's far worse. I've heard the stories of trafficking what happens to women, and they never come back from it. They are never the same.

Closing my eyes, I pray as hard as I can that some miracle will come and save me, that the man who took me will change his mind and free me.

Oh god my mom and dad they will try to look for me. This is going to break their heart they will think I’m dead when I’m. not the tears I had before, were silent, but these are sobs.

There for my mom and dad, for the pain they will feel for my life, my future. It's all gone. I have nothing now who ever I go to will own me and I won't have a say in the matter…

Bringing my knees to my chest, I squeeze them tightly as I shut my eyes. I should have taken gemma’s advice and lost my v card. That way they probably would have let me go because, as the women said, they need pure.

Don’t be stupid, you know full well they wouldn’t let you go. You know his face. You would go to the police. The only way out is to be sold or to be killed. It's that simple.

With so much emotion going through my body, I let myself drift to sleep once again.

I don’t know how long it's been when I fell back to sleep. I got woken and dragged from the room by a man who had a bold head full of tattoos.

From there, I was taken to a shower room where I had to scrub my body and now.

I stand upon a stage in a white flowing dress with a spotlight on me. I have to shield my eyes, so it doesn’t burn my retina. Once I’m adjusted, I peer around my hand slightly to see seats filled with men and women.

They have a black book on their lap with slight smiles. That’s when I hear interference of a microphone and a man speaking into it. I try to look but I don’t see anything just walls. He must be in another room.

“Lot number 404, she’s a beautiful brown hair blue eyed virgin, pure and ready to serve as your slave,”

No, I’m not anyone's slave and I never will be. I will bring hell upon anyone who buys me.

“Do I hear one hundred thousand dollars”

Please, I beg to myself, no one buy me please. I thought I would have longer. I thought I could negotiate my freedom, but they wanted to get rid of me quickly. It's obvious.

The other women have been here months while I've been here. What a couple of hours.

A hand rises and a deep male's voice shouts “one hundred” I look at the man to see him smiling at me. When he sees me looking, he blows me a kiss then waved by opening and closing his fingers.

Instantly I feel sick and I’m glad my stomach is empty because I start to dry heave. Some women start to laugh while a man at the back raises his hand and says “one million”

Still dry heaving, I look for whoever it was to see a small skinny man at the back, his dark black eyes trained on me.

What the hell is wrong with these people who gets off on someone nearly being sick I have to do something I have to try to stop this I’m not one to give up I can't give up if my mother was to see me now, she would be so disappointed I wasn’t raised as a cowered I was raised to fight.

Taking a deep breath to stop the nausea feeling, I straighten my back and hold my head high as I say loudly for them all to hear, “I will pay five million pounds for my freedom”

The room falls silent. You could hear a pin drop before all hell breaks loose. “She can't do that,” a woman says.

“Those aren’t the rules,” says a man who looks old enough to be my dad

“If you agree to this, I won't be coming back. They can't buy their own freedom,”

A loud bang fills the room, and it all goes silent once more. “enough” the auctioneer says, his voice sounding irritated. "This is a fair auction, so do I hear 5 million”

When no one says anything, my hopes begin to rise but just as the auctioneer says “going once going twice going”

The man from the back bids once more and I break completely. "Five million dollars. "

“Sold to the man at the back. Your prize will be ready and waiting out back”

with tears spilling from my eyes, I whisper “I’m sorry mama, I’m sorry, pops I tried”

The door beside me opens and the man who dragged me here drags me out. “Where am I going?”

when he doesn’t answer me, I ask something else “who is the man who brought me”

but the only sound that leaves him is a grunt when we reach a pair of double doors, he grabs me by my wrist and spins me to face him “let me give you some advice don’t be stupid and do whatever that man asks you to he know owns you so serve him well and you will survive,”

Then, without warning, he pulls out a syringe filled with clear liquid. Then he plunges it into my neck and pushes the liquid into my body. I stare at him in shock while covering the side of my neck. He just pricked “what the hell”

I manage to slur out before I succumb to the darkness once again