I woke up with a sharp headache which was literally piercing through my temples, I groaned and tried getting up but I couldn't move my hands, in fact, I couldn't find my hands, I tried moving my fingers in panic, and discovered that I was tied up, both hands and feet, like an animal to the slaughter, I screamed my lungs out but my screams were muffled, they had taped my mouth, only then did I discover that I was in a moving car, not only was I in the car, I was in the trunk! The fucking trunk!! they tied me up, taped my mouth and threw me in the trunk, hot tears began to fill my eyes as I couldn't understand why I was in this position, where were they taking me? Would my dad come and get me? What would they do to me? they said something about an auction and fresh fish, what was that about? What is going on?
Anxiety filled me, and I felt myself running out of breath, unable to think about anything except, what awaited me, the car soon came to a halt and the trunk was opened revealing one of the men from earlier at my house, he grabbed a fistful of my hair then picked me up throwing me over his shoulder, I kicked and screamed but of course none of that worked.
We were outside what looked like the back of a club, he walked through a large metal door and my ears were immediately filled with loud music, confirming my suspicion, the hallways were flooded with a lot of semi naked girls, one girl walked passed us with a lot of money in her boobs, indicating that she was probably one of the dancers, another one walked past holding a drunk guy by the hand, and one was seen in a corner with one of the goons sniffing on some white powder which I'm assuming was coke.
Is this what happened in strip clubs? So the girls here don't just apply for a job and start working?
I was brought to a room which looked like a bedroom, it had a bed, and a nice vanity mirror in the corner, he dropped me on the bed still tied up and left, just like that, like he was dropping a bag of potatoes.
"Get up you slut" I was awoken by a rude lady who wore nothing but a shiny bra and lacy thong, I blinked a few times taking in my surrounding, I didn't know when I fell asleep but I sure wished that everything that was happening was a dream.
Here wear this, she threw a dress in my face, only then did I realize that my hands and feet had been untied.
"Don't waste my time pumpkin I have clients waiting" she said chewing nastily on gum.
At that particular moment I felt blank, I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't say anything my mind was completely empty, I didn't know what was going on. I obliged, stripping my clothes and putting on the dress she had thrown at me, which didn't even attempt to cover my bum, my breasts were practically spilling out of the garment, had it not been for the elastic material hugging me I'd be as naked as miss pumpkin over here.
"Nice curves, all those filthy bastards are definitely going to go all out to make you theirs, here let me help you" she said pushing my boobs a little higher.
"Which gentlemen? What's going on?" I asked as she pushed me in front of the vanity mirror, she tied my hair up into a slick ponytail which was still long enough to hang at my lower back.
"Close your eyes" she commanded running a pencil over them, and applying some eye shadow, she lined my lips and applied a matte brown lipstick which made my lips look fuller, I looked pretty but I felt dirty and small.
"Please tell me what's going on" I asked as she was getting ready to leave.
"Don't worry someone will be here to get you, you'll do great"
"Get me? Where are they taking me? What will I do?"
"Now now, don't you cry, you'll ruin my art, and Dante won't like that" she said in reference to the make-up she had done on my face.
"You remind me of myself when I first got here, just this scared and lost, I can almost smell the innocence and fear off of you, at least you're not going to stay here, you will be going to your new home soon", and with that she left, leaving me to wonder. I tried looking for a way out but the room had no windows and the door was heavily guarded.
Hopelessly, I sat on the bed awaiting my fate.
A formal looking woman entered the room looking me up and down. I looked at her with pleading eyes hoping she would be my salvation but she quietly left the room, leaving me to break down into tears, I didn't know what else to do, I didn't know what would come of me after tonight but I have a feeling its nothing good.
One of the men walked in and he looked at me furiously.
"the fuck you do to yourself?" he asked breathing heavily, I looked up at him and was met with the hardest slap of my life, which caused my body to almost fall over the bed.
"Get rid of the mess on your face, and do it quick the show is about to start"
I got up shaking, unable to make sense of anything.
"Now!" he shouted.
I quickly made way to the mirror fixing my make-up, and wiping my tears, I didn't know much about make up, but I didn't look like a zombie anymore and judging by the smirk on his face I'd say I did just fine.
"Come on" He gestured me to follow behind him as he walked ahead of me, I scanned the place hoping this would be my chance to run, but I didn't know my way around the place, and if one the goons caught me they would probably disfigure me, I quickly dismissed that thought hoping for a better chance to escape.
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