**TRIGGER WARNING**
**SEXUAL ABUSE CONTENT**
"Walk faster will you, I don't have all night to stroll down the halls with you." The man said a bit irritated, puffing out smoke from his almost finished cigarette. "That Moron Frank has been breathing down my neck all day, I don't know why he trembles so much at Luciano's command."
The man continued to talk dragging me by the hand, it was almost as if he was having a shitty day and now he was venting, well wrong place to vent, I'm out here shitting myself, completely scared and still very clueless as to what is happening.
He pushed me into an office, sat me down then he took a form
"Name?" he asked raising his eyebrows at me.
I raised my mouth in an attempt to answer him but nothing came out, I could not form a single word, my lips quivered and I felt hot tears threatening to leave my eyes
"Don't waste my time little girl." He slammed his hand against the table causing me to jump in my seat.
"L, L...Lydia, I'm Lydda my name is Lydda" I forced the words out, scared that along with them my heart would also leap out.
"Age?"
"19"
"Nationality?"
"Half American, Half Latino."
"Hair color?"
"Black"
"Any chronic diseases Lydda?"
"No" but after today I might just develop a few, including a few mental disorders.
"Boyfriend?"
"No, no Boyfriend" I lowered my head in shame thinking about how no one dared to look my way since I was the daughter of a drunk, I really hated my father for everything he put me through, and if that's not enough he goes and trades me in for his debts, tears began to pool at the bridge of my eyes and I blinked them away.
"What is your body count Lydda?"
"Excuse me?"
"How many men have you had sex with?" He asked so casually as if there was nothing shameful about this question.
"I.....I.. I have never slept with anyone before." I answered lowering my head feeling like the skimpiest whore in the world, different thoughts flooded my mind as I wondered what this man would do with all this information he was gathering, would I be trafficked? fed drugs and turned into a sex slave, what exactly were they planning to do with me?
I felt bile rising, my palms and the underneath of my feet sweating immensely, only then did I realize that the man had stood from his chair and was now standing behind me.
"Stand up Lydda." He whispered lowly and if this was any normal situation I would have listened to my gut and ran out of there.
I stood up, fixing the dress that was barely covering me.
"A virgin huh?" His eyes scanned me up and down making me feel more exposed than before.
I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say
"Are you telling me that you've never had dick before?" He asked smiling amusingly and I nodded feeling like I could vanish out of that room.
"You ever touched it? looked at it? licked it?" He began walking closer and closer to me and with every step he took I took one back until I was trapped by the wall behind me.
A lose tear slid down my face and I felt my knees tremble weakly.
"You could experience all that now you know" he said dipping his nose in my neck, grazing his teeth over my shoulder.
I whimpered as more tears made their way out of my eyes.
"Come on touch it." He took my hand placing it on his crotch
"No, please no." I pleaded jerking my hand away from him and he actually moved away from me.
He moved back to the table and leaning against it he looked at me with a dark look in his eyes, moving his jacket to the side so that his gun was exposed.
Was he going to shoot me? Weren't they going to sell me? What are the chances of me getting out of this place if I took his gun and used it against him?
My thoughts were interrupted by hard banging against the table.
"I said come here Lydda." He said biting down on his teeth.
"If you won't touch me, I will have the honor of touching you, he said pulling me between his legs as he grabbed onto my bottom pinching it.
He spun me around so that my back was facing him, running his his disgusting tongue along my neck as he used one hand to caress my breasts, his free hand sliding up my dress.
I tried screaming but at that moment it felt like I had lost my voice, nothing came out except tears, warm salty tears, of the daughter of a useless drunk and a negligent mother.
I tried struggling out of his hold, but that only caused him to wrap his hand around my neck in a chockehold I couldn't move as that resulted in my throat feeling strangled.
I had just about given up all hope when the door to the office flew open.
"What the fuck Frank?" He stood up pushing me into the floor where I completely broke down.
"I could be asking the same Luca, you're out here trying to get your hands on the Merch!!!! What the hell is going through your mind, look at how scared she is, no one is going to bid on such a mess."
"Don't talk to me like a fucking baby Frankie"
"THEN STOP FUCKING ACTING LIKE ONE, or Luciano will have your cohonas. Get this girl to the fucking red room, the auction started 30 minutes ago, you're lucky she's the show stopper, just make sure you clean her up, she looks like shit.
"Get up you whore." Frankie said, and had this been a different situation I would actually thank him for saving me a very traumatic experience, but he was no different, he was just loyal to his job.
"Give me the form, he said snatching the form from the table. "
"Greedy Hijo de putas, I can't believe you wanted to unwrap the candy." He said his eyes focused on the paper, he went to a machine and made a few copies.
"You know what? go give the form to Luciano, I'll take the girl to the red room, I don't want you doing anything stupid." He said pulling me by the arm off the ground with some copies in his hand leading me out of the office.
I know I shouldn't be relieved because I was still in hell, but I really was relieved
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