I got You

Chapter 6

Marinela

Calm down, calm… down.

I knew this was coming, I knew it couldn’t have been as easy as running down some stairs to get out of that hotel. It was a trap, and I fell for it.

I could feel something was off, but I didn’t know what else to do. I went nuts when I saw I was in a hotel. In a very luxurious hotel that turned out to be none other than the Marriott hotel.

The Marriott hotel!

That name screams expensive. And expensive is not something a non-elite gangster would go for, so I was wrong. Whoever brought me there was definitely not scum. I should have stayed inside that room and waited for him. It was clear he wanted to show some manners and do whatever he was going to do, “the easier way”. I am pretty sure it is him behind all this, and now I’m getting whatever he planned on doing with me, the very hard way. I should have figured that out and played along. Maybe I should have had a taste of that delicious food too, but my instincts were saying otherwise. My alarm went off, and I thought I could easily run away because the door was open, and there were no guards next to it.

All I wanted was to find out what happened to the motherfucker that night. I mean, I had it all under control until the elite gangster appeared out of nowhere, dressed as scum, and made my world get wrecked up twice in one night.

But, none of it matters right now. I have to focus on staying calm and playing smart. If I am capable of doing something smart after all?

I guess I am, since the act of remaining still in the same position, since the moment I woke up, makes me unnoticeable. Each and every one of the women that were screaming and making noise around me were immediately taken away, and that makes me believe this little act of mine works. I know I am going to be taken away as well, but I am going to do everything I can to prolong it.

I didn’t dare open my eyes again after I opened them for a few short seconds when I woke up, but I didn’t have to. Those few seconds were enough for me to realize what kind of place I’m in. Half naked, lying on the cold floor of a dark and nasty room. No, this is far from a room. It is an actual prison like place, with bars and an awful smell. A place where they use women to satisfy their twisted needs.

My…what a f****d up day this is.

Or days? Gosh, I don’t even know how long I have been here for. I have lost every track of time after I was taken, after the last time I had access to a clock, which was in that room.

I can’t believe this is happening. Wasn’t being in my bed ready to sleep at one moment, and running for my family’s lives the next, enough? Wasn’t my family dying enough?

Once again, I wish I was the one to go, not them. And I am planning on doing so… after I see him pay. Well of course, if I don’t see my end coming in this hellhole way before that.

The loud sound of my teeth chattering is enough to take me away from my thoughts for a moment, and distracts me from hearing the next thing. Hearing the sound of a lock clicking.

But the sudden sharp pain in my scalp is the thing that brings me back to reality. It isn’t until I feel a pulling sensation in my scalp and a hand tightening its grip around the area between my legs, that I become aware of what is going on. I am being pulled up to my feet by my hair and thrown over someone’s big shoulder by a hand grabbing my groin.

My time has come.

I kick and scratch… I scream and bite…nothing helps. These people have no morals. Me, talking the bulky scumbag whose shoulder I landed on out of taking me wherever he is going to, won’t help either, so I give up and give him my weight.

I don’t give a damn about what anyone would think of me crying out like a baby… no one here matters, just like my life doesn’t. So, I give myself the permission to do it.

One by one, I feel them. I feel the heavy teardrops sliding down my face. I can’t take this anymore. I am not even that pretty, nor am I smart. Why me?

By the time we arrive at what seems like a stage and I get thrown back down on another cold floor like I am something that needed to be disposed of, I’m an emotional wreck. Four of the many women that were taken earlier, are there too, and they don’t look any better. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I doubt anything can. Should I just give up and let them willingly do whatever they intended to do with me?

“I want to see her, where is she?”

“I will show you.”

Hearing those voices made it all more realistic. I am not giving up. My body is starting to tremble, and my heart pretends to be in a middle of a race right now. The voices are only getting louder and a couple of footsteps can be heard as well.

“She is here,” I hear one of the men say, while pointing his finger in my direction. Don’t, just please don’t pick me…please, I tell myself and close my eyes. I can feel my heartbeat in every inch of my body now.

But of course, that doesn’t happen. The man reaches to touch me, and I flinch. That clearly displeases him. He bends and smiles. He smells like alcohol and urine and his breath smells like s**t when he speaks.

“Come to daddy, pretty,” he says, and squats in front of me. I try to bolt, but he grabs my chin roughly and pulls it up towards his face.

“You don’t get to choose.”

“You don’t get to speak.”

“Your voice means nothing here!” he shouts as he gives my chin a push and my head bounces off the floor. I groan in pain and bring my hands to my head.

“That is enough!” A sudden voice coming from behind the sucker in front of me, makes my agony vanish.

“I don’t –”

“Just bring her to me.”

“Yes… now,” answers the lowlife.

Then I get pulled up on my feet by my hair again and pushed forward to walk.

“No! I won’t do it! Get your hands off me!” I scream as I hold the hand gripping my hair and refuse to move.

“Move, you f*****g w***e!” the one holding my hair says through gritted teeth and pushes me once more. I start squirming and kicking again, but I achieve nothing.

“I will do whatever it takes to protect myself, I will even take my own life if I have to. I am not going to let anyone satisfy their needs with my body. Not you, not the fucker following behind.”

“No one!... f**k you!”

My swearing and kicking continues all the way to the room we are headed to. On the way, we pass through many corridors and dimmed areas with curtains as doors, that do nothing to hide the activities going on behind them.

The next place we pass through is a large space. I stop kicking and swearing for a moment when I notice it is more than a space. Its interior is in red, and so are the dimmed lights. There are people around, and many poles for dancing can be seen in the middle of it. The quiet blues music is relaxing and just adds to the smooth atmosphere filling the air.

I realize it is a bar. But it is not just any bar. Many women sitting in men’s laps or kneeling in front of them is what makes it a different type of a bar. It is a brothel type of a bar, which just makes the image in my head for this shithole more complete. I give one more glance to the large bar before we exit it, and I find myself immediately moving my gaze to my feet and focus on my steps, so I don’t vomit.

What an awful place.

A couple of corridors later, we come to a halt before an open door. A door of what seems to be a room. An actual room.

“Get inside,” I hear the crumb say as he once more pushes me forward towards the door and inside the room, his hand still in my hair. A second later he releases his hold, and I fall on my knees and hands. I immediately try to get up, but the spinning in my head gets the better of me and I fall back flat on the ground. I don’t even remember when I last had some food. The pain in my scalp just adds to the way I feel. A useless piece of s**t, that is soon to be turned into a puppet.

I lift my head off the ground and try to grab onto something to help myself up, when a hand closes its fingers around mine and pulls me up on my feet. Before my knees buckle, and I hit the floor again, I feel an arm slipping along my ribcage and around my back, pulling me in. I slam against a rock solid chest. The short and thin nightdress I woke up in only makes it easier for my body to feel the hard wall of muscles, packed in the white shirt my body is pressed to. That makes me gasp.

I place my hands on it and push, but instead of escaping it, I feel my head being pushed into it. One big arm is wrapped around my back and arms, trapping them, and one hand is curled around the back of my head, pressing it. I can barely move like this, immobilized and caged, but I still try my best to get free and kick as hard as I can.

A thought crossing my mind makes me stop and a familiar feeling shakes my whole being. A feeling of being helpless and hopeless cuts the airflow from reaching my lungs.

Then it clicks. This feeling is him. He feels the same, rough and ruthless, and he is dressed the same. All I could see from his clothes before he trapped me, was the high-quality white shirt my face is pressed into and nothing else, but I didn’t need to see the rest. I bet it is another suit he hides behind.

The motherfucker is alive!

I want to scream that to his face, and rip his eyes out of his skull with my bare fingers until he bleeds to death, and beat the s**t out of him while he does, but I can’t. My body is f*****g trapped. I feel my panic rise as I kick harder to free my body from his, and I start to breathe faster.

“Shh… you are fine.”

Did he just talk to me in English?

“Just don’t scream and play along.”

“Do you understand?”

The pressure on my head decreases and the moment I open my mouth to answer, it gets sealed. I can’t figure out anything happening to me lately. I can’t think who this is anymore, all I can do is feel. Feel his lips on mine, and my body being lifted off the ground by his hands gripping my bottom.

I am so lost in the way his lips feel that I miss someone entering the room.

“My apologies for interrupting, but the boss wants to know how you like the meat you paid for, Mr. Glynn? You can dump it anytime you want and choose another one, if it gets rotten,” I hear someone say. The voice seems to be coming from the direction of the door.

“There won’t be any need for it, the girl is perfect,” the one capturing my body says quickly, and presses his lips back to mine.

“And…Mr. Glynn?”

He is made to break the kiss once more and he shows the annoyance in his voice when he answers, “Yes?”

“I brought something to help you get a better control of your –”

“Can you just f*****g leave!?”

Okay, he literally barks that bit, and that makes my whole body jump in his hands and grab his shoulders. He uses that to move his hands from my bottom to my thighs and lift my body even higher. Then he spreads my legs and I end up straddling his waist.

“Yes, I can. Have a great night, Mr. Glynn.”

“f*****g i***t,” I hear him murmuring against my jaw once the dickhead leaves the room as he brushes his lips down to my neck, and I chuckle. I don’t know if the sensation his lips make me feel, made me do that, the thing he said, or my own thoughts? I think all of them.

Stupid! That might piss him off more. Did it? I lower my head to examine his reaction, but all he does is chuckle back. Good, I think.

What do you mean good? He is slowly making his way into your body and you care about whether you displeased him or not! Snap out of it Marinela! I mentally shout to myself and push with my hands on his shoulders to disengage from him.

But what happens next makes me only cling to his shoulders more, because in one swift move he turns his body and walks off. That allows me to finally see his face. It is the face of the elite gangster. He definitely feels elite. His clothes, his surname, he talks in English, and on top of that his hard muscles covering his chest.

My musing comes to an end when I feel my body lowering and I find myself sitting onto his lap. We are sitting on the edge of the only bed present in this room. He with his back facing the bed, and me with my back facing the rest of the room.

“Calm down! Do you speak English?”

“Of course I do, who doesn’t?” I say with a flat tone.

“Good.”

“If I wanted to have s*x with you, I would have already done that. We are not doing that. They are watching us through the four cameras attached to each corner of this room. We have to pretend we are indeed having s*x and play along, otherwise they might suspect why I am here.” He says the words with such ease as if pretending to have s*x while being filmed is a very normal thing everyone is used to doing and is very casual about it.

“Why are you here?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead he runs his fingers up and down my back, and he lowers his head to my chest when he finally speaks.

“To finally talk to you.”