He stares into my emerald eyes appraisingly.
“Mi puta hermosa,” he says reverently as his finger trails across my breasts. Dread tingles down my spine and my chest heaves with silent sobs as tremors wrack my body.
“Give someone else a chance tonight, eh? Alejandro has already out bid on the last two.” The Russian man, Ivan, from earlier grunts out, scowling toward the Latin man. Alejandro licks his lips and looks me up and down once more like a predator would his prey.
“If I could drop my bids to acquire her, I would. She’s very special this one. Indeed,” he says in his Spanish accent.
An Asian man with pockmarks covering his face saddles up beside me and roughly caresses my breasts. Claustrophobia claws at my throat, the more men that come and surround me. It’s like I’m stuck in a bad dream, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t wake up.
I whimper and try to move away from the Asian man’s touch—from everyone’s touch. Zuhran jabs me in the back with his knee and yanks on my hair.
“May I, Abdul?” The Asian man asks with his eyebrows raised. Abdul looks to me then back to the man, he forces a smile then nods his head ever so slightly. Before I know what’s happening I’m shoved face down onto the floor and my legs are being held down. My cheek rests against the cool marble floor while my upper body is restrained with the heavy weight of a body, making it impossible to fight back.
“Stop!” I scream. “Please. No!” I wail at the top of my lungs. Fingers are roughly shoved inside of me and I scream in agony. Pain tears through my lower body, and my breath forcibly catches, stopping me from breathing.
“Please!” I choke on my sobs and sputter brokenly. Unable to move away from his brutal assault, I sob helplessly hoping that someone will stop him. Stop all of this. His nails scrape the insides of my walls. It feels like knives and sandpaper are being rammed inside me. And all I want to do is make it stop. I just need it all to stop.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he groans.
“Enough.” Someone calls out. His brutal assault ceases and I sob harder than I ever have before in my life. My tears intermingle with the snot running down my face, into a puddle on the cold floor. There’s a searing pain between my legs that brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.
He’s stolen the last shred of hope I’ve had for myself. Any notion of escaping is gone—taken at the hands of these sick individuals. They’ve broken me.
I’m unable to catch my breath through my blubbering, and my body is shaking uncontrollably. I let my mind wander in hopes that I can block everything out. All I can think about is dying. Right here, right now. I can’t live like this.
I refuse to let this be my life.
“Those whip wounds will scar. She’s damaged goods, Abdul.” Someone tsk’s from the other side of the room.
“They’ll heal over time. She needed to learn a lesson. Danish and the others showed her.”
The Spanish man, Alejandro, bends down to caress my face and wipe away my tears. His touch jolts me back to the present. I curl away from his ministrations as best as I can.
“No hay lágrimas mi amor. Va a ser el mio, pronto.”
I squint in confusion, not understanding him in the least. Shifting my eyes away, they dart around the room. The men are all back to talking and smoking with one another like I wasn’t just violated less than a few minutes ago.
My eyes fall on the stricken man from earlier who no longer looks uncomfortable, but angry. The conversation beside me has my body tensing the closer I listen.
“How well can she take the beatings? I’d like to give her a go.”
My already furiously beating heart kicks up in speed. My eyes dart to the circled men speaking freely around the room. A whimper quivers past my lips, halting their conversation. Angered eyes narrow in my direction. They switch tactics, now speaking in another language. I can’t understand anything. One of the men I haven’t paid much attention to, stands before me with an evil smirk on his face.
“If you be a good girl and survive this, you’ll come home with me.” His slurred words are thick with promise and his laugh is malicious. I’ve never hoped, or wished death upon anyone else, let