bring here. Something about knowing I’m a virgin feels right. Not that I remember much.
I think the drugs they pump in us have kept me from remembering. The dried blood on my head when I finally was able to sit up and stay awake was also an indication.
That seems like forever ago. The one thing I know for sure is they’re saving me for something. Although not everyone stays, Natasha and a couple of other girls have been here for as long as I have.
I don’t know why or what they are waiting for, but I know it’s something big. Yes, a few of us are defiant. We fight back when they come to take check-in, and they want to get rough.
However, I know it’s not our fight that makes us special. It’s something different with us. From what Natasha has overheard, we believe there is a buyer that has reserved us or an auction that we are being held specifically for.
I can’t help but hope that Raven has made that list and they won’t take her out sooner. I have to believe she’s like Natasha and myself. She’ll be around long enough for us to find a way to escape. I don’t know what it is about her, but she has grown on me in the short time she’s been here. Sort of like Natasha has.
“How do you know so much? I’ve never heard them speak English, not much anyway,” Raven asks, breaking into my thoughts.
I chew on my lip, what seems like old instincts kick in. Never show your hand to everyone. I don’t want Natasha to be placed in danger by the jealousy or desperation of any of the others.
Of all the girls here, Natasha is the most unique and valuable to the guys that are keeping us. From what she has told me, they aren’t sure whether she should be auctioned off. Which I can totally understand.
Natasha and I stick together. We share our stale food, especially when they want to punish one of us to go without. She watches my back and tells me what the guards are plotting.
“I speak many languages,” Natasha answers for me. “I can understand everything they say.”
“Like them,” Raven nods toward the girls in the back of the room.
They are the Black Russian girls. A few are ARMY brats, others from villages throughout the country. They tend to stay away from me and Natasha.
I think they believe they’re better than us. As if the fact that they’re Russian will get them out of this somehow.
Natasha gives a slight shake of her head. “No, they’re all native Russians. A few speak English as well since they’re parents are US military.”
“Oh.”
“They use me to translate sometimes, Spanish, Portuguese, and Mandarin. I’ve been thinking, I believe that’s why they took me. My family used mostly Mandarin while on our vacation. I’m thinking they scout their targets.”
“Oh,” Raven says and nods. “That’s why they brought you in when we first arrived, and the Chinese girl was freaking out.”
Natasha nods and takes a seat on my cot. We all look around out of habit to see if we’re being watched. I pick up the brush from the little makeshift table they provided and hand it to Natasha.
“This is the one thing they allow us. If we need to talk, we have to be careful. I brush her hair, but we hide the fact that we’re talking.”
“Okay,” Raven whispers.
She picks up the brush from her table and comes to sit behind Natasha to join us. While Natasha releases my two braids to brush my hair, Raven nervously does the same to Natasha’s.
“How did they get you?” Natasha whispers.
I know she’s talking to Raven because we both know I can’t remember a thing. Raven is so silent; I don’t think she’s going to answer at first. However, she begins so quietly, I have to strain to hear her.
“I was on vacation with my family. Our room at the resort got messed up or something. A man offered us his villa that he and his wife would no longer be using.
“My father agreed since we had no place else to stay. It was in the middle of the night on the second night. Men came in and snatched me from my sleep.” Raven starts to sniffle.
“The next thing I knew, I was here. I haven’t seen my family since. I don’t know if they’re okay or…” She trails off. I know how that ends.
At least she knows she