Chapter 1: Kidnapped
Right now, where am I? as When I turned to look, I saw a tiny window. I could barely make out the night sky and a pitch-black scene covered in snow.
I was lost.
My neck was slightly sore, I had a foggy head, and the light from the window hurt my eyes like a pin.
For the benefit of my eyes, I glanced to the opposite side of the room, where I noticed a shut door. Only the light from the window allowed me to see in the darkness of the space.
I shouted for assistance since I was terrified and needed aid getting out of this area.
Someone knocked on the door and unlocked it abruptly.
I see you're awake.
I was immediately cut off by a voice, which brought me back to the present.
I glanced in the direction of the door when I noticed a strange face.
I swiftly recoiled and backed away as soon as I could, leaning against the wall.
I stared in horror at his face as I saw him cram additional girls into the space.
He squeezed about twenty girls into the space.
The mouths of all the girls were taped shut and they were all handcuffed. The man stuffed them all, then shut the door from the outside once again before leaving.
I saw each one of them, but we were unable to communicate since our mouths were taped shut and our hands were restrained.
The man leaves for a moment, then returns with a girl. Every second as the countdown progressed, a guy would arrive and should bring a girl along. My turn finally came after a little while.
I was trying to stop him from taking me along, but it was futile because he was bigger and dragged me along with him.
He led me into a space where a woman was waiting for me. The man shoved me into the room and then locked it from the outside. My knees hurt when I was flung to the ground.
But I wasn't talking about my hurt knees; I was talking about my current location and the folks who had dragged me there.
The lady grabbed me up and brought me obediently to another room where I saw numerous makeup products and accessories for a makeover as I was contemplating all of this.
When I begged her to let me leave, she put me onto a chair, told me to keep quiet, and threatened to whip me to death if I didn't comply.
She provided me a particular clothing to wear and applied foundation, mascara, and gorgeous lipstick to my face.
She responded when I asked her about what she planned to do with me one last time before leaving for the changing room.
The highest bidder will purchase you, and you will be required to serve him your body. He can do anything to you, including kill you, if you refuse to serve him.
She gave details.
I was shocked as soon as I heard her.
Before I passed out from fear, the woman yelled at me to hurry up and get dressed.
Fearing that I might be lashed to death, I held my breath and walked to the dressing room to get dressed.
I stripped down to my pants and put on the dress she had given me.
It was undergarments. Even though I felt a little uneasy wearing it, I did so to show the lady when I emerged from the dressing room. It was a revealing outfit.
Simply because I didn't want to get into any problems, I was obeying all of her instructions. I was simply waiting for a chance to leave the area, but sadly there were guards everywhere.
I didn't have a single second to get away.
I was led by the guards to a place that resembled a stage, where I was instructed to stand with my back to the front of the stage and my face concealed.
I was given a handkerchief to cover my face and the guard showed me where I was supposed to stand. I was initially defiant, but after they compelled and cautioned me, I unwillingly ran to the spot where I was instructed to stand in horror.
Rich people arrived at the location, which was a stage with numerous girls standing there with their faces concealed, to buy them as sex slaves.
This was against the law, and so was the bidding.
Nevertheless, the Russian mafia abducted me because I sold to wealthy individuals who enjoy keeping sex slaves.
I was aware that I couldn't ask the police for assistance because even they were involved in this scheme.
Police are compensated for their inaction about these types of illicit auctions.
People selected their slaves one at a time, and when it was my turn, everyone was sold.
The females had all been sold, it was revealed shortly after.
I didn't know to whom I was sold, which added to my shock and shivering. Even his appearance eluded me.
All of the females were thereafter brought to a room from which the customers were picking them up.
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I was shivering more as I stood there in that uncomfortable pants, and the temperature outside was a little chilly.
A tall young man suddenly walked in my direction. He had a powerful body and was dressed in an Italian suit. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and make eye contact with his face.
He commanded me to follow him while covering me with his fur cloak. The same as you, I followed him.
He told me to sit inside when I entered the parking lot after following him there.
I had the option of escaping him, but the scheme I was caught up in will undoubtedly find me and kill me. I'm in Russia.
The Russian mafia is also the most dangerous, and once someone gets caught up in their web, they can never escape.
I wish to avoid putting my brother's life in danger by fleeing. Anywhere in the globe, the Mafia will track me down and kill me in exchange for killing them.
So I sat inside the car like a good cat.
The car began to move when the man sat down next to me. Driving the vehicle was the driver.
The situation I found myself in terrified me and completely confused me. I got chills all over my body as soon as he sat down in the car.
I dared to ask him what he planned to do with me, but all he could muster was a blank stare and no response. I questioned him four times in all, and thank heavens, this time my luck was in.
Since I paid one lakh dollars for you, I am free to act however I like because neither the police nor any rule or law will come between us.
With an icily frigid look, he stated it.
I asked again, getting braver:
How come you purchased me? I have a younger sibling that is alone beside me and is quite young. Let me out, please.
I pleaded.
You are welcome to leave, but I cannot promise that you won't be apprehended again by the folks I brought you from. They keep track of every victim they abduct, and if they return with you, they will sell you again. If you fall prey to the charms of any psychopath, you will be held accountable for the results.
He delivered it icily.
I'll flee the area, and I'll drag my brother along with me. In addition, I will reimburse you for the price you put on me.
I uttered that while crying.
You were purchased by Mr. Jack Cooper. He is the CEO of the business where I am employed. We can ask him if you want to learn more; he might be able to assist you, but I think the possibilities are slim.
He spoke.
I don't want to be anyone's slave, so please help. No one will accept me, even though my brother is waiting for me at home. Please assist me.
I begged the individual as I spoke.
But soon I gave up because I realized that I was his sex slave and that he was not my real owner.
Since there is no way out of the Russian mafia once you are caught up in it, I am forced to keep quiet.
My makeup artist also told me about this, warning me that the mafias would kill me and my entire family if I even ventured to go.
However, I was holding out hope that the man who bought me would assist me.
Unfortunately, he was an unpleasant and haughty individual.
The automobile halted at his estate, and I—the person who had purchased me—came out to take his order.
Everyone and everything stood motionless and behaved in a disciplined manner as soon as he approached us.
No one said a thing as they handed me off to the individual and left.
I tried to negotiate with the individual so that he would just let me enter from there, but he was haughty and wasn't listening to a word. He gave me the go-ahead to enter the house, following which he arrived.
I spent the entire time looking for ways to get rid of the goods and to get out so I could visit my brother. There will be nobody to watch over him at home when he is alone.
He was making me very anxious. I have no idea how he would have made it today.
The last time I left him with our neighbor, Mrs. Hilton,
I assume he is concerned for me.
I was, but my feelings toward him were tenser.
Certainly, I had a snide, icy voice when I emerged from my thoughts.
The man who bought me showed me his room and handed me a piece of handwritten paper before allowing me to enter.
These are the guidelines that you must abide by while you live with me. You will receive punishment each time you break the rules.
He said it with a chilly tone and expression.
I was instructed to read and comprehend all of the restrictions before entering the room after he handed me the document and left.
I examined the paper as I stood there on the ground.
Some lines had bullet marks on them.
I opened the paper and found the following text:
Never expect to become pregnant. The most crucial guideline
I shall always be addressed as master.
Never will you disobey me.
You'll always make a decent slave.
I'll be having sex, so I can torture you.
You won't ever visit the police station because the penalties would be too painful.
Never will you become pregnant.
it's over
The regulations were revolting. I believed
This guy needs to be given mental care.
But I was restrained, and breaking free would have meant my death.
I had hoped to have a chance with the man I was sold to, but he is a maniac who is even more destructive and dangerous than the Russian mafia. However, I am relieved that I am not a slave to a person who enjoys eating human flesh or torturing others till they perish. This person only wants me to follow the rules he has established, and fortunately, it's not that difficult. I am fortunate, as I have heard of people who tragically perish after being apprehended by Russian mafias.
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