06. Far away from home

[ Trigger warning: mentions of kidnapping]

I woke up when my body banged against a moving van, a groan escaping my throat. I felt suffocated like a bag was over my head. Some parts of the material stick to my skin. Very rough hands grabbed me and dragged me towards them. Their hands moved across my body.

His filthy sausage fingers, lingering on my skin, caused me to flinch. I didn't cry. I didn't wail. I found it useless. The van then stopped and I heard a thud and someone groaning. My abductor just banged hard against the van. Score for me!

He then banged against something and started slurring at the driver. A breeze slapped my body, causing my body to jerk up. My legs were pulled and I was dragged towards whomever was dragging me. Cases of déjà vu if you ask me.

My body hit against something rough. I felt my body fly onto extremely broad shoulders like I was a sack of potatoes. The sound of crushing rocks was the only thing I heard. In a way, I wanted to fight and kick this ass hole but I would end up dead, in either way.

But why did they want me?

Why me?

I did nothing and I am not dealing?

So why me?

After thirteen minutes, a horrible stench stung my nose.

Where am I now?

Where ever I was, my body was tossed onto the hard ground and I landed with a thud. I groaned and felt a large ball of emotions down my throat.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted help.

The bag was removed from my head. My vision was blurry. However, I couldn't see anything. Nothing but blurry huge figures hovering over me. I felt thick sausages venture around my face, examining my features. I flinched at every touch. He then murmured something in Spanish.

" It means beautiful," he spoke with a hard accent. I knew what he had said and I knew it because I understood Spanish, but I wouldn't tell him that.

I heard the clicking of heels enter the room. I turned my face to see a tall lady with blonde hair standing by the metallic doors. Those doors looked heavy. Imagine if someone tried to break through the door.

" Wash her up. Feed her. Treat her wounds before the auction," he said while a sausage lingered up to my chin.

" When is the interview?" The lady asked. She had a different accent than the man, and it sounded familiar to my nonna and my nonna was Italian.

" Sunday," he answered.

" I'll introduce her to the others when I'm done with her," the lady said, and the guy removed his sausages from my face.

He grabbed me, placing me on my feet before carrying me like I was a sack of potatoes. My hair falling on my face. My nose welcomed the stench that raptured around the dark hallway. Only measly lights hung up on the walls. This place looked creepy and it smelt bad.

We finally reached another metallic door. It screeched as it glided across the tile floors. Light slapped my face instantly. We walked into some glam room before I was placed on top of a black leather seat. I caught a glimpse of my abductor.

He was tall and lean. He had caramel skin and a pair of emerald blue doe eyes. He had dark purple lips and blonde silky hair that reached just above his shoulders.

He was wearing a short-sleeved black shirt and black jeans and very heavy-looking leather boots. He had tattoos all over his body. His jawline was sharp and he had very pointy ears with tiny silver loop earrings. No matter what, my abductor was very handsome.

The lady came into vision with a first aid kit. She took out cotton wool and something else before pressing the cotton onto my skin. I flinched because it stung like a bitch. She cleaned my wound up and patched a band aid on it.

" Sweetie, let's go wash the blood off you," she said, and she offered me her hand.

I reached for it and she walked me towards a white room. A bathroom. She turned the shower faucet on before giving me a white towel. She walked out of the bathroom as I started stripping off all my clothes. Slowly, I walked into the now steaming shower and laid under the shower head.

I felt a sting on my cheek.

Not water droplets.

My tears.

For the first time, I cried. My tears are going down the drain with the red and brown water. My knees became wobbly and I fell onto the tiled floor. I balled myself against the wall: I could not stand, but I could sob.

The doors opened and I glared up to see the man. He looked pissed for some reason. I quickly stood up, with no dignity, as he eyed me like I was something delicious. His lips curved into a smirk.

" You were taking so long, I thought you needed help," he said, sucking in his breath as his eyes raked all over my body.

My body started shaking, especially when he looked below my stomach. I could not do anything. My body was out in the open. He sucked his bottom lip before rubbing his sausages across his chin, his eyes heavy with lust.

" Diego, leave her the fuck alone!" the lady said, storming into the bathroom, and my abductor flinched with anger.

" What is it, Kimberly?" he asked seething.

" You don't want me telling your boss that you are trying to open all the gates of his girls," she seethed and he frowned.

" Snitch," he said before turning to face me.

A smile formed on his face, a frown on mine. He turned away towards the door, his eyes still on my body when he finally walked out. The lady looked at me with a sad expression.

" Finish up so you can meet the other girls and eat," she said with a reassuring smile and she closed the door behind her.

I stifled the sob, turning it into a ball in my throat. I switched off the faucet and rushed to get the towel. I wrapped the little cloth around my body. My hair stuck on to my bare back.

I walked out the bathroom to find both Diego and Kimberly seated on the leather couch. Their faces turned to me and I felt small. I turned to face my toes on the red velvet carpet.

" Diego, leave!" Kimberly ordered and the guy frowned.

He stood up and gave me one last glance before walking over to the other end of the room, opening the white door, and walking out. She sighed aloud before standing up and walking to me. I flinched when she placed her finger and traced it down my skin.

" Don't fear me. I will not hurt you," she said softly and a tear escaped from my eye onto her finger as she caught it. " You look like someone I know, used to know actually."

Her face had a frown embedded on it now; like whoever was in her mind was haunting her. She sighed aloud before grabbing my hand and ushering me towards a chair.

I saw my yucky reflection through the mirror that was in front of me and grimaced. My eyes were puffy and red; my lips were busted and on my right temple, a little band aid, hidden but not well. My face was now pale and I looked fragile.

" I'll make you look beautiful," she said before tossing my hair over the seat.

She slicked my hair into a bun. She hid my scars and wounds all over my body with feint makeup. She didn't use much makeup on my face, so I looked a bit natural. My lips were painted beige and I had black eyeshadows. She enhanced my eyelashes with mascara and shaped up my eyebrows. I looked beautiful, but I wasn't going to applaud her for her work.

She smiled, looking at me through the mirror. The makeup hid my puffy eyes very well and my nose was no longer red. She hid my pain very well and that to me was dangerous. She then walked over to go grab something from the closet. She came back with a nude spaghetti dress and a pair of black block heels.

"Put these on," she said, placing them on the stand. She walked back over to the closet and came back with Victoria's Secret black lace lingerie. " It's brand new."

I grabbed the clothes and dropped my towel. Her cheeks turned a light shade of red. It's not like she didn't see it when her friend was raping me with his eyes. I put on the lingerie, the lace underwear hugging my curves.

I didn't need to wear a bra so I put on the dress. It hugged my every curve, like it was second skin. It was short too. If I were to bend, someone would get the sight of my black lace. I put on my heels and walked over to her.

" Beautiful," she murmured.

She then held my hand and walked us out. We didn't use the metallic door we went in, but we went out the white door. I was now in what seemed to be a lounge but it was filled with girls, but not a lot. There were like ten of us. They all looked beautiful and clean, and they too had hidden scars and wounds. One of them had a blue eye, and you shouldn't miss how Kimberly tried to hide it but her eye was shut.

" Stay here," Kimberly whispered before walking over out another door.

I stood by the wall, ready to escape. A tall blond-haired person walked up to me. She was wearing a short green dress that made her look like a model. I am thick, so I looked like a hippo in this little cloth. Her lips were busted and you could not miss the scar behind her ear.

" Hi," she said in a shaky voice.

" Hi," I answered.

" My name is Yolanda. I am from Texas," she said, and I frowned. She was far away from home.

" My name is Anastasia. I am from Los Angeles," I said and she nodded. " How did you get here?"

" I was running away from my home. My mom wanted to sell me off and then I was jumped and thrown into a car," she said and my heart tore.

" I'm sorry," I said, grabbing her and giving her a hug.

" It's okay" she said, her body visibly shaking.

" I ended up in an accident and then found myself here," I said, trying to comfort her as I brushed her arm.

Diego and a few other people walked in the lounge with a large variety of food. I was hungry, but I did not trust whatever they used to make that food. I might just wake up in Columbia.

" Eat," Diego ordered as the people placed the food on the table.

Yolanda led the way towards the food and I followed. I placed broccoli and a chicken thigh on my plate. Yolanda placed mashed potatoes and everything else in hers. I watched as everyone ate their food. I couldn't even place a stem in my mouth. I felt the sausages on my back, causing me to flinch.

" Eat, beautiful," he whispered in my ear before dragging his lips across my ear.

I felt disgusted and I almost threw up on the plate of food in front of me. He grabbed a stem of broccoli and placed it in his mouth before he grabbed a piece of my chicken.

" Delicious," he moaned. " But I cannot ever fathom how you would taste on my tongue."

I vomited.

Mentally, I did.

I gulped the hard emotions down my throat before placing a broccoli stem in my mouth. Luckily, I managed to eat all my food.

When we were all done eating, Diego pulled us out of the lounge. We were now walking down a corridor with Yolanda holding my hand. We finally came to a stop, near a white door. Diego pushed it open, revealing some sort of dorm room with bunk beds.

" That is where you will be sleeping for the night," He spoke.

He then closed the door and dragged us in a different direction. We were ordered to stand in a file line, before each of us was called forward to take a picture of ourselves. When it was my turn to stand in front of the white sheet, I walked over and stood there. Diego was standing behind the photographer with a sluggish smile on his face.

" Name and surname?" he asked.

" Cataleya Anastasia Tory."