BOUND BY CREED

Not Home...

2022.... Desirae's Family Estate

News reporter: "So what were you experiencing at that moment when he took you into the warehouse."

"Absolute FEAR."

9 years ago, the scene of the crime was the warehouse....

DESIRAE'S POV

"DON'T LOOK UP. " the man said, pushing my head down. His hands were big and rough, and the grip he had on me hurt like hell. He threw me over his shoulder. For a quick second, the blindfold slid up. I took the opportunity to catch every detail of his face. he had very long dark brown hair square nose with freckles along the bridge. he had a very sharp jawline that could cut you. but he looked tired a drained there were bags Beneath his eyes like he hasn't slept in a while. You can just tell he didn't take care of himself. Looking back now, as a 23-year-old, he wasn't as scary as he appeared back then.

He came to a stop and threw me down. The floor was hard. cold. And wet. It's was so nasty, it made my skin crawl.

"GET UP." A man's voice said maliciously, but my body was in so much pain, which made it difficult for me to move.

"NOW." He said.

With all of the little bit of strength I had left in my body, I stood up, wobbling in fear and pain. The guy who brought me here ripped the blindfold from my face. I blinked my eyes so that I could see more clearly they were dry and itchy from the tears that fell from my face. He then cut the rope, letting my wrist finally rest.

"Where am I?" I asked with my body shaking and my lips trembling.

"They all ask the same question," he said with a laugh, looking over at the van guy. It was an evil laugh the kind of laugh that you only hear in movies. What kind of lunatic of a person is this? I thought to myself.

"Now let's see here... Take off your clothes," he said harshly.

"No, I won't!"

"If you don't, I'll do myself."

"What do you want from me?!" I scream. Digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands.

He doesn't answer my question.

"Just get undressed don't make this difficult for yourself."

Now I had no choice but to remove my clothes. How could someone do something like that to a 14-year-old girl? I was just finding myself not ready to share my body with a man or any boy my age for that matter. I watched him as he paid attention to every detail of my body, his eyes trailing the length of my body like a pinball machine. As he stared me down with lust, I felt my body whimpering in embarrassment and shame begging me not to remove my clothes, but I knew there was no getting out of this. So I lifted my shirt and removed it from my stiff body. The same feeling ensued when my pants dropped to the floor.

He looks at me with this lustful grin, causing my body to shiver cold. He saw that I was petrified of what he might do to me, he saw it on my face. I was lost in thought when he spoke.

"You will get used to this place eventually, and the girls will let you in on some stuff if they choose. You'll be here for a while so get comfy."

He said with a smirk, still trailing his eyes up and down my body.

"Now go put these on." He says.

Handing me a plain white T-shirt with fuzzy gray sweatpants. I put the pants on quickly feeling embarrassed about my body then I slip on the shirt just as fast.

"Follow me."

He says gesturing his hand. We walked into a room with gray concrete walls, with a table in the middle. One chair is on each of the two sides of the table, it was almost like it was an interrogation room.

The clacking of foot Steps Reverberates of the walls of the empty room. " Giving a sense of ariness to the room.

"Sit." He says as he sits down on one end of the table.

"why are you doing this to me I didn't do anything to you, and I don't know whoever you're looking for just please let me go."

"why am I here!!!!???" I yell angrily.

"Bad choices and greedy people." He replies

Now that's enough mouth from you, sit down."

"Yes," I reply not wanting him to get angry.

" It's Mr. Creed," He says sternly like a father.

"Yes, Mr. Creed," I repeat.

"Ok!" he says smacking the table in front of him. "I'm going to ask you a few questions, answer truthfully if you don't, there will be consequences, and...you don't want that do you?"

I don't answer him.

"DO YOU?!" He says leaning over on the desk, his face to my face his breath minty.

His dark hazel eyes, his hair is jet black and slicked back into a low Pompador with a cut on his left brow.

"NO, I DON'T! Please just let I'm not good at anything so I'm useless-"

"Do you know what I need you to do right now?" he says interrupting, daring me to answer.

Again I stay silent.

"Just shut up, ok that's what I need you to do, because nothing you say is going make me wanna let you go. Do you understand that butterfly?"

"Yes," I replied

"Yes, WHAT?" he says, infasizeing the WHAT part.

"MR. CREED." I say, forcing it to come through my mouth.

"Good, now let's begin," he says, taking his seat again.

"What's your age?"

"14," I say aloud.

"Where are you originally from?"

"Brooklyn," I say, tired

.

"How tall are you?"

"5'3."

"How much do you weigh?"

"120."

"Damn, and you need to eat." He says, smirking.

"What's your ethnicity?"

"Black, Native American, and White," I say proud of my brown skin, freckles long curly hair, and hazel eyes.

"Ok, that's all. Now get the hell out of my face, James will show you where to go."

"Wait," I say awkwardly, looking at him, look at me with a what NOW look.

"What is it I don't get all day." He says, annoyed.

"Aren't you going to ask me my name?." I say, giving him a weird look.

"No, I'm not."

"Why not?"

"Because you are who I want you to be; now run along butterfly."

"Butterfly?" I thought to myself, as his stupid henchman roughly stood me up and pushed me out of the room.