Whisper of the Silencee

Flight AK364 has just safely arrived in Guangzhou, China. Flight AK364 has just safely arrived in Guangzhou, China. Shivering in fear, she walked behind them, exiting the threshold of the plane. Her way had been blocked completely. Perfectly surrounded by the men in black. Okay, first let's name them as alphabets. A was standing at the left front, B at the right front, C and D both at each of her sides while E and F guarding the back. C was holding her by her cuffed hands hiding underneath her gigantic furry coat. The only thing that was making her reluctant feet to move. Wait, there was one more thing, -the gun sticking close to her back. She failed to flee, back then nor now. Those important people in charge of the airports were bribed. That was how she gotten herself into the flight so smoothly without going through any thorough security checks. Sighing bitterly, she scanned through the huge windows along the corridor leading to the inside of the airport. How far is my hometown from here? She thought. Is it very far? Her teary eyes were fixed on them until a big glamorous 'Welcome to China' digital advertisement hit her sight, shifting her attention away from those glasses. Each time it flashed, the image on the screen changed. Tourism organizations, scenic views, and even different cultures practiced by the netizens were all being featured. The slide with a middle-aged man in his court dress was inserted more than once. He looked very professional. Jack Lee, 'National's Treasure,' referring to him. Clover extended her head to glance up far in front. Many of the same slogans and images were posted along the hallway, on the walls, giving off the impression that China is a well-developed country. The remaining passengers of the same international flight brushed past them one after another, leaving nothing behind, only the echoes of their footsteps. Though there were a few Asians who turned to look back at them and a slight hint of suspicion certainly flashed across their faces, a rise in their eyebrows was all they did. No approaches, no questions. And soon after they continued with their frontward motions. Perhaps they were in a rush to the arrival hall to get their luggage or whatever. Well, they couldn't be 100% blamed for that. Cause from afar, she seemed just like a princess, protected by several bodyguards. But the truth always hurts. She was not protected. She has been captured here, sold by her own blood relations without her consent. I need to run! Clover screamed inside her mind the moment she stepped into the airport. Many people were at the gate in conjunction with hers, waiting to board the plane that had just descended. Some were with their electronic gadgets, novels, earplugs and some were laughing off with their friends and families. And an idea flicked through her mind out of a sudden. Slowing down her pace in a not-so-obvious way, she distorted her face- wrinkling. It didn't work. Second try- messing with her brows; slanting, arching. No response either! Damn it! They were already nearing the exit of the gate. One last try, Clover. Parting her dry, cracked lips, she played with her tongue, making clicking sounds. When they weren't loud enough, she slammed her tongue within her oral cavity again and again. She didn't care if the men heard her or her tongue ached, this was her last try, she needed to succeed. No way she was gonna be a s*x slave. Indeed, she caught their attention. "Mama! Look at her! Look at her!" A young Chinese girl with the two pony-tails said cheerfully, intimating Clover's 'clown' face while tapping on her mother's hand. "Chloe. Don't," her mother snapped, "don't look at the weirdo." Damn, she cursed. It's not a joke, stupid. In the end, nothing changed. Nobody understood her. She was still in the invisible circle, leaving the gate, walking to where the men were leading her to. Stinging sensations ran through her hands as she pushed them apart, trying to break free from the cuffs. But her efforts were literally useless. Other than making the fresh blood staining deeper into the coat, it barely helped out anything. "Walk faster, sexy. They are waiting for us outside," the man (D) beside came up close, grabbed her ass and whispered softly. "You will be treated very well. No worries." Clover turned to give him a deadly stare. However, it was soon replaced with fright when horny expression was printed on his face. Dark brown eyes were hungry, scanning for pleasure on her. "I wanna be the first," he licked her pinna, leaving his saliva. She shoved him roughly and tilted her head sideways, low enough to erase off the disgusting liquid with the upper sleeve of her shirt. They continued walking towards the exit with no pausing, closer to the destination of her 'hell'. So many shops they passed by- Uniqlo, The Face Shop, Jaya Grocer, etc. So many people walked in and out of those shops joyfully, hands full with grocery bags, shopping bags, titbits. But none paid enough attention to notice the strangeness in them nor to understand the body languages that she was trying to portray. They were just too busy minding their own businesses. Slowly, tears began to wet her eyes, blurring the vision in front of her. Because right now, there was no any slight hope to escape at all. Just then, "You okay, little girl?" Somebody shouted as they walked past the Starbucks Coffee situated in between Godiva and Coffee Beans, lighting up the darkness in her. Clover jerked her head up, looking for the source of the voice. Left, right. Up, down. Where? Starbucks? Coffee Beans? She glanced around nervously. "Over here!" A fair-looking gentleman waved his hand openly in the air, walking side by side with the men in black, "Are you okay?" He took off his sunglasses and repeated his question. But before Clover got a chance to speak, those men interrupted her. He was trying to get closer to her when D suddenly stretched out his arm, blocked the way and said, "Sorry, but this is the lady of our house. So strangers aren't allowed to be close." His voice was as hard as stone. "Ah..Really?" He said, tipping on his toes, looking for a gap to meet her eyes. No! No! No! "Don't ask for troubles, my lady," One of the men mumbled under his breath, pushing the head of the gun deeper into her skin. It wasn't an order. But a threat. At that instance, her mind just went blank. His tone was dead serious and filled with so many hidden meanings. She lost the guts to meet the young man's eyes though she wanted it so desperately. The words were stuck in her throat. She heard the young man sighed when she didn't respond to him, "Sor-..Sorry... I think it's my mistake." And he left awkwardly without turning back. Great job, Clover. There goes the opportunity to be free. While she was devastating over the loss of the golden chance, she overheard the conversations between the bad men. They sounded worried. "Why are there so many people?” "Shh. Act normal. I think someone famous is arriving soon.” "Quick. Don't let it mess up our plan.” Someone famous? It was as if someone flicked their finger one more time, offering another chance for her to escape. Clover snapped awake from her lost thoughts, standing on her toes, looking past the men in front. Yes, thousands of shadows were crowding the main entrance. Each holding different kinds of banners. And 'KYLE' was written almost everywhere. Some even have balloons with the similar patterns, images drawn on top. Now that they mentioned, she circulated her attention around in the airport. The hallway of another gate for the domestic arrival was well-equipped with posters and a high number of safety guards. They were right. Someone was coming. Somebody by the name of Kyle. Getting a hang of the important fact, the men began pacing up their steps, bringing the s*x slave along, pushing through the crowd. And right then, a figure emerged from far behind. The whole place literally went wild the very next millisecond, followed by uncountable thunderclaps and screamings. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! The fans looped forward all together at once, enough to unstabilize the security guards on duty. Of course, if it was to meet an idol, the motion couldn't be expected to last for just mere few seconds. It was known to be ongoing and ongoing. There was no stop. And it only took a little of them to push away those men in black, freeing Clover. Yes! Yes! This is it! Clover whispered while sliding into the crowd, disguising herself quickly. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the men getting back up hurriedly from the ground, hands tensed as they hid the 'revealed' guns in their back pockets. They were terrified, heads turning everywhere to search for the girl that they had captured to feed their s****l desires. She crouched down immediately the moment they turned to her direction. The crowd was pushing, moving everywhere to find a perfect spot to get a perfect glance at their idol. They almost bumped into her. Giving her best to mingle with the crowd, her breaths were getting choky, trying to catch up with their steps. As she moved along, her toes tingled at the touch of a wool-like object, "...A.. cap?" she gasped, still crouching. But nobody seemed to notice it. Dried blood stains could be seen on her wrists as she stretched out from the coat to take the cap. Her hands were still cuffed up. However, the people around were too engrossed to look out for the appearance of their idol. She placed the cap on her head, pulling it down a lil' to cover her face. Just like how a fan would react, she stood up, acted to be one of them and waited anxiously, for the idol who was walking towards the main entrance, through the Door 2- Domestic Arrival. And there he came, making his way through shiningly and stylishly. All the spotlights were on him. Face covered by mask and sunglasses, dressed in simple t-shirt and baggy jeans. There was absolutely no way anyone could picture how he looked like just by judging how he was today. Same thing for Clover. However, his fans must have been used to it because they didn't bother about the way he presented himself and continue to lunge forward to touch him even if it was just a tiny bit. The gifts, fan boards were submerging him. So many hands were extended to reach him to ask for his autographs, for his shakes. If it wasn't because of the guards' efforts to keep a distance between the idol and the crowd, perhaps he would already be squashed. KYLEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! KYLEE!!! I'm your biggest fan!! KYLE!!!! You're so handsome! I love you!! I love you! KYLEE!!! Squinting at the number of fans being there for him, he paused his steps and bowed politely to his fans. He then flashed a wide, innocent smile that was enough to melt down the hearts of many. "Hello everyone," he greeted sweetly, "It's me, Kyle Lee." *** "Where did she go?!" Panic shown all over the man with the scarred face, or the A guy to be more appropriate. "She was right here just now!" The plump guy in black exclaimed while glancing at the overwhelming crowd from behind. He gripped him by the collar and tossed him onto the cold ground."What about now, smartass?" He stared at the remaining men in his team, "GO AND LOOK FOR HER!” Just then, something was vibrating in his pocket, and a loud familiar ringing noise reached his ears despite the noises around. A huge lump of saliva gulped down his throat the moment he saw the name appeared on his phone screen. No escape. Only accept. Stains of sweat stuck on the gadget as he dragged the green button. "Hello…?" It was barely a whisper. "Why isn't she here already?!” "Something… happened, sir… Please be patient..” "P…Patient? Bullsh*t!!" He screamed over the phone. "I want her today! Don't you dare, mess with me, useless dog.” "...Yes!...Yes!... Of course..!" And the angry man cut the line. Over there! Quick! Get her! HEY! Get back here!! Don't let her get away! Damn! They spotted her. Noises arouse but not strong enough to cover the screamings from Kyle's fans. The front was a dreamland, while the back was a complete opposite. Clover ran as fast as she could away from those red sirens. Panting, she rushed and hid behind a huge black hybrid car with tinted windows. Her heart thumped against her skin so hard that she thought her chest was going to explode. She sensed their footsteps around the target car. Sweats dripped down her temple with no brakes, shudders ran down her spines. Silently, she prayed with all her might that they will not find her. That she will be saved by someone. Sh*t. They are near, she spoke in her mind, feeling the sudden change of pressure in the air. She extended her first leg to the other side of the car, followed by her other leg the second they reached her ex-hiding spot. "Please. Please," she muttered tearfully. "No…” Suddenly, she heard someone turning on the engine of the car that she was hiding beside. Without thinking much and putting her safety as the top priority, she slid in. "I'll apologize later.”She hissed under her breath as she climbed from the backseat to the boot soundlessly.