08. King’s girl

Anastasia...

[Warning: Mentions of human trafficking]

" Wake up!" The familiar voice said and I peeked over at her.

So, after the photographs, we were taken back to our assigned dorm room to find a clean set of pajamas. For kidnappers, they sure knew how to treat us like humans. Even though we were to be sold off, they cared about us and made sure we were okay. Yolanda slept next to me, not willing to let go, and somehow, I instantly fell in love with her. She was my only friend.

" Huh? " I asked, looking up at her.

" It's breakfast time," she said, fixing the silky cloth wrapped around her body.

I got up from bed and she handed me a gown. I pulled it over to hide the bum shorts I was wearing. She handed me a pair of slippers, and I placed them under my feet. We were the last two in the dorm. We walked out, men three times our size, leading us to a dining area.

It was filled with all sorts of scrumptious food. For some reason, I was glad I was kidnapped. The only downside was how Diego was looking at me. I took a seat next to Yolanda, eating as much food as she did, which was a lot. The only thing that could be heard were the silent whispers and the cutlery as it scraped along the plates. When we were done eating, we were led to a shower room.

Everything that we needed was there. The guards left us and I stripped my pajamas off, and so did everyone. I turned the faucet on and let the hot water venture all over my body. I didn't take a long shower, but the shower had managed to sooth me and calm me down before I grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around my body, when I was finished.

I grabbed a seat near where Yolanda was showering, and waited for her while spreading lotion all over my body. When she was done, she walked up to me and held my hand before dragging us towards the door to wait with the others. The doors opened and a group of guards led us back to our dorm rooms. A hand wrapped itself around my arm before I got tugged into an extremely hard body.

Diego.

" You look breathtaking," he said, trailing those sausages around my collarbone, causing me to flinch.

" Diego," a voice boomed from down the hallway. Diego sighed and slumped down. He turned away before another pair of arms directed me towards the dorm room.

When I arrived, they locked the door behind me. On my bed was a tiny black dress, with thin straps. Besides that, there was a pair of block heels, a makeup set and clean lingerie.

" We all got it," Yolanda spoke, showing me a citrus pink cloth with thin straps.

I put on the clothes and strapped the shoes on my ankle. I did not use the makeup kit; I did not know how to. I just grabbed the lipstick and traced it on my lips. I also used mascara to enhance my eyelashes and I brushed my eyebrows to make them neat. I do not know why we were wearing such clothes.

I sat down on my bed, wondering if anyone had yet realized that I was missing. My grandma must notice though, she is back at home. Andrea will not realize, obviously, since he is at Tae's house.

Leo!

I wonder if he was also taken, but why would they take him?

Do they also sell men?

" Come, let's go," Yolanda said, dragging me towards the door.

I kept dragging down the cloth that felt like it would slide up. I swear my butt peeked through the cloth.

The lingerie better not be showing.

We were now dragged down the same hallway Diego disappeared into. We passed down so many doors before we reached another metallic door. The bulky man opened the door and ushered us in.

We entered what had seemed to be a lounge. There was a huge couch against the wall and there was a console with a food display near it. A television was mounted on the wall across from us. In the room, another door stood close to where the television was.

We all then sat on the couch; Diego appearing to stand in front of us, but his eyes were mainly on me.

" Ladies. You can eat and watch the television until we call you up. You are going to go through that door," he said, pointing at the other door in the room. " And there you will be going through interviews. They might be long, but they can be short and that will determine your new position or job."

Position?

Job?

I got knocked out of a car just to get a job?

They should have just come to the diner and offered me a brochure on their work and their company. They didn't have to traumatize me just so they could give me a job.

" It's either you end up working as a prostitute, stripper or a slave to whomever is buying you," he continued.

Diego then called one of the girls up and they disappeared behind the door. I was anxious and so was Yolanda. She grasped my knee and I felt her shake. I needed to be strong for her even though she was older than me, I needed to be strong for her, as her pillar of strength, even though we had known each other for a few hours.

I grabbed a fruit platter and started digging in. Food can calm someone's nerves. Yolanda decided to join in. Her body snuggling to mine. I breathed and hoped that someone would realise I was gone. To realise I had not checked up or called or showed up anywhere I was to show up today. Worse, it was a Sunday. I do not go anywhere but stay at home. But my grandma was and still is my only hope and that's only if she is at the house.

After six hours of waiting, Yolanda was finally called in. It was already half past five in the afternoon and I was still waiting to hear my doom. I was a nervous wreck after witnessing the many girls who were dragged out of the room they came from and the lounge.

My palms were sweating and I would wipe them on the cloth repeatedly. I wanted to run out of the room but I could not. My anxiety was going great. I just wanted this to be finished so that I could move on and leave with whomever is going to torment me for the rest of my fucken life.

I waited impatiently, since that was all I could do. At some point, I even jumped up and started pacing around the room. I swear I must have made the guard a little dizzy but he did not say anything. He just kept quiet and acted like I didn't exist.

Yolanda's interview was short. She was only there for fifteen minutes before Diego dragged her out. She gave me a sad glare at me and mouthed a "Good luck."

What does it mean when they come out early?

What does it mean when the interview takes long?

Diego finally walked up to me and offered me his hand. He did not do that with the other ladies, instead he dragged them up. I placed my hand in his rough hand, and he pulled me up to my feet. His other hand found a place close to my butt but on my back. He ushered me towards the door.

"If only we have met in different circumstances. I would have taken you to my home," he whispered in Spanish and I shivered.

" And what would I be doing at you house?" I replied in Spanish and I swear he got startled.

" You talk?" he exclaimed.

" Yes, I do, but you did not answer my question. Would I be a house helper? " I asked and he shook his head no.

" I already have plenty. I would lock you up in my room and fuck you through and through," he said, and my breath hitched while he chuckled. " That's what's going to happen to you if anyone of those men buys you."

The door went wide open, leaving the statement in the air. I waltzed in with my head hanging low. I quickly lifted my head when there was only silence. The room was dark all round and there was a huge mirror opposite the door that fitted the whole wall. There were only two chairs in the middle of the room and there was a man wearing a winter coat.

" You must be King's girl?"

" Whose King?" I asked softly and he chuckled.

" The man that took you and placed you in that club," he spoke.

" No man took me until recently," I said, and I could hear his smile.

" I saved you from that boy," he said, unfazed.

" No, you did not save me. You took me to sell me, that to me does not seem like you saved me," I hissed.

" You would be doing the same thing you were doing back at his club, " he said, and I had a little bit of hope.

" So, I will only be dancing on poles?" I enquired.

" Dancing? You only danced?" the man asked, shocked.

" Yes. I am underage. Not allowed to do private dances nor even private sessions," I said, and the man nodded.

We then fell into an awkward silence. I do not know if that is a good thing or what.

Was this an interview even?

He then chuckled before standing up straight. That is when I noticed he was hovering over a console with whiskey.

" I guess we have a buyer," he said, causing my heart to drop.

" Twenty million dollars, for what? A measly..."

He froze when he turned to face me and I too froze. He had awfully familiar features yet his were aged. He had dark tanned skin, olive green eyes, a sharp yet symmetrical nose, a sharp well-defined jawline, small pointy ears that carried diamond studs, bushy well-trimmed eyebrows, long eyelashes and he had a well-built physique.

He had black curly hair that hovered over his forehead. He had plump dark purple lips and his face carried a neat, clean stub of hair under his chin.

" What's your name?" He demanded; his olive-green eyes wide in shock.

" Anastasia," I answered.

" WHAT'S YOUR FULL NAME DAMN IT?" He roared and I flinched at the harshness of his very hoarse voice.

" Cataleya Anastasia Tory," I said and his mouth went wide.

" DIEGO!" he roared, tearing an earpiece off his ear and throwing it on the floor. "DIEGO!"

" Boss?" he said, peeking through the door, and the man called him over with his hand.

What is going on?

Why was that name causing such havoc?

Wasn't I now supposed to be dragged out towards my buyer?

I tried to eavesdrop, which failed because they were whispering and whatever was said, it turned Diego into a fully ripe tomato. His eyes would look over at me and his mouth wide open. He finally nodded and rushed up to me, dragging me out of the room, out of the bedroom, going back to the dorm room.

" What is going on?" I asked Diego as he threw me on the bed and was about to rush out the room.

" I'm taking you home. Take off those clothes, I'll bring you casual clothes," he said.

" Weren't you selling me off? Why am I going home?" I asked.

Stupid question I know. I should be happy and over the moon that I wasn't to be sold to some pedophile.

" Do as I say!" he ordered before rushing out and banging the door shut.

I took off the tiny cloth before wrapping the gown on my naked body. I slumped on the bunk bed only to realize I was the only one in the dorm.

" Where is everyone?" I asked myself.

Diego came rushing in as he threw scrubs at me. He then ran out while I put the sweat pants and hoodie on. As I was about to settle in bed, Diego came rushing in.

" Let's go," he said, and I frowned.

" You taking me to my buyer?" I asked, standing, only to realise that the clothes were twice my size.

Even Diego caught on, especially when the pants fell, his face turning red. I picked them up, sliding them up my legs and tying the strings tightly. He cleared his throat after a while and ushered me out the dorm room.

" I'm taking you home," he said as he placed a bag over my head. I groaned.

" Is the bag necessary?" I asked and he picked me up and placed me on his shoulder.

" Yes, it is," he said.

I don't know for how long he carried me, but I found myself now leaning against a door. Car door to be specific. The doors shut close and Diego ordered the driver as we took off. I felt his rough hand brush softly against my thigh. I ignored it, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

After so long, the car finally came to a stop. I heard doors open and before I knew it, my door was open.

" Get out," I heard Diego say, and I managed to get out with his help.

He quickly removed the bag; I squinted, trying to get my eyesight back. I turned to find the driver walking back into the car. When I turned back, I recognised I was standing outside of my home building. I frowned and turned to find Diego, smiling. He has dimples. Very deep ones on his pretty, abducting, face.

" I'm home?" I stated, more like asked.

" Yes, you are home," he said.

" How did you know where I lived? You didn't-" I managed to say, but he cut me off.

" It doesn't matter." He said and he walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, and I flinched. He sighed aloud. " I'm sorry for everything I have done to you. We will see each other soon."

He then walked away, and got inside the Mercedes SUV and the car fled.

What the fuck just happened?

I could say I was the first to be abducted and brought back home by my abductors, unharmed. I turned to my feet. There were no shoes. I probably looked weird, so I ran inside the apartment building, going to my apartment room.

I barged in. Luckily, the door was unlocked. My grandma was dancing and shaking her butt while cooking. She turned to me and smiled.

" I tried calling you but your phone went to voicemail and Andrea said something about your friend Olives," she said, and I snickered before running towards her and engulfing her in a hug. " Oh, my baby, what's wrong? One night without grandma and you already devastated?"

" It's not that nonna," I said, sniffing at the tiny lady's shoulders.

" What it is then?" she asked in her broken English, and I snickered while sniffling my wet boogers.

" Nothing nonna," I lied, stepping away from her, and she nodded.

" Aww my picolla," she said, wiping off my tears. She frowned when she saw that I wasn't wearing shoes.

" I left them in her mother's car. I'm wearing her brother's clothes," I lied and she nodded.

" Go bath. I'll cook nice food for you," she said, and I nodded.

I rushed out of the kitchen, and went to my room. Immediately after the door closed, I fell onto the floor and sobbed. Silently so that nonna couldn't hear anything. I sobbed because of the fact that I was safe. That I wasn't raped. That I wasn't killed. That I wasn't on a plane to the other side of the world with a pedophile whose tiny dick didn't suffice.

After sobbing, I gathered myself up before rushing into the bathroom to take a bath. I filled the bath with bath salts and filled the tub to the fullest. I took off the scrubs before dipping my body into the water. I laid down in the water before underneath it and resurfacing up. I then started bathing, and when I was done, I grabbed a clean towel and wrapped it around my body.

I left the bathroom, and went to my room. I grabbed my pajamas and put them on before stepping into my slides and walking out of my room. I grabbed a seat at the breakfast bar and watched my grandmother cook. And as always, her butt was all over the place.

I cheered for her and hyped her up. After minutes of dancing, she placed smoked risotto with chicken curry in front of me. I quickly dug in and the home-cooked meal, warmed up my heart. A moan raptured from my throat and my grandma smiled before turning to face the dishes. I didn't bother to ask, because she would have slapped me using the cloth.

After eating, I placed the dish on the sink and kissed her cheek goodnight. I rushed up to my room and switched off the lights before diving on to my bed. I used the knitted blankets to cover my body and I closed my eyes, grasping to sleep.