Savage's

CHAPTER 2

*Daisy*

The following day came around, and I rolled out of bed and walked over towards the window, staring outside at the bright blue sky. The window was barred, and covered by a thick row of trees, but still a beautiful view. I would watch the world pass me by, until someone retrieved me.

Aspen opened my door and snapped her fingers, "Come on!"

I scurried behind her, as she led me down the stairs and toward what looked like the entrance of the building. As we neared the doors, I felt an overwhelming sensation grow thick inside my gut, but I wasn't sure what it was. I know Sarafina mentioned I was getting out of here, but I wondered where Aspen was taking me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as we walked outside the building.

"You've been selected." She grumbled, clutching my elbow with her bony fingers.

"Selected for what?" I asked, as my heart plummeted.

"You'll see." She snickered, guiding me towards a black sedan.

Aspen forced me inside the sedan, and crawled in the seat beside me. The driver took off, and we drove for what felt like hours. I stopped asking questions, because I knew she would grow irritated. I assumed it was a lucrative client, someone that wanted me to be brought to them.

I have been 'rented' a couple of times already, but I never left my tiny little room. The client always comes to me. I felt my palms sweating, as my heart hammered against my chest, and my breathing grew rapidly. I have to find a way to escape, otherwise I'm not going to survive.

Part of me wonders if they're the reason why I lost my memory, or were they just lucky enough to stumble across me? I don't even know if my name is really Daisy... but how would I know? Plus, it's not like I have a choice. I'm a slave, and until I can escape, I'll be doing whatever it is they tell me.

The car stopped, and Aspen got out, opening my door next. She grabbed my wrist firmly, pulling me out of the car. We were standing in front of a giant mansion, unlike anything I'd ever seen before. There was a fountain, with a mermaid spewing water from her mouth. Bright green grass surrounded the edges of the driveway and sidewalks, marble steps that lead toward a white door. Maroon trim lined the edges of the door and foundation of the pure white house. Hedges were trimmed perfectly square and sat below the row of windows. It was breath-taking.

The door opened, and a man dressed in a black and gray suit stood with a blank expression. He glanced at me, and then at Aspen, nodding, allowing us inside. Aspen dragged me behind her, as we entered the lavish house. The floors were hardwood oak, with a gold and maroon rug that decorated the entrance.

Off to the right there was a room with a grand piano, a small couch that sat across from it, along with a few expensive statues. All the maroon walls were decorated with paintings of all kinds. Aspen was moving so quickly, I could barely keep up. I was hoping to admire more of the house, but soon I was steered into a plain room.

There was another woman standing there, as well as a chair in the center of the room. The woman pulled out a short white dress, and before I knew it they were undressing me. I wanted to scream, run, do something, but I knew better.

"Now she just needs some makeup," The woman said, turning to her small cart of goodies.

She applied makeup to my face, concealing the bruises I'd racked up, and the sleepless nights I'd endured. She brushed through my tangled hair, and added a fragrant hair product, which made my curls bounce with life. The woman smiled at herself, as she styled my hair into place, proud of her work.

"There we are." She mumbled, "Beautiful as ever."

"That will work." Aspen grumbled, clutching my wrist in her tight grasp again.

Aspen steered me out of the room, down a long corridor, and outside where I saw four more women standing on square pedestals. There was only one left, and it was for me. Aspen led me toward it, and forced me to stand on top. She stood off to the side, beside another small group of people.

There was a light breeze that blew my dress around, as it lifted the hair from my sweaty scalp. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh air and change of scenery. I don't think I want to be chosen, though this house is gorgeous, something tells me it will be more of a hell than the one I'm already living in.

Soon a man and woman walked out of the house, both dressed to the nines. The woman had long dark hair, bright green eyes, and a fabricated smile. Her arm was tightly linked with the man beside her. He had jet-black hair, with gray patches in the front, and bright blue eyes.

The man and woman stood in front of the pedestals, and looked back toward the house. That's when a few more figures emerged, one of which caught my attention. A man, tall, with dark brown hair that's styled into a pompadour. He had short stubble facial hair that trimmed his strong jawline, perfectly shaven everywhere else. His dark blue eyes studied me, and I felt my heart skyrocket from my chest. Immediately, I looked away from his piercing gaze.

There were two other men that followed behind him, as well as a younger woman, all of them with the same dark hair. They're a family, it's clear by their resemblance to one another. I was confused: What does a family want with a s*x trafficking business? Do they really want to purchase one of us, and if so, what the hell for?!

I noticed there was only one of them actually examining us, the man that caught my attention. The rest of the family stood off to the side, watching proudly. I watched as the man inspecting us kept a stoic expression the whole time. There was no telling what was going through his head. Even when some of the women leaned into his touch, smiled, or winked at him.

He took his time, combing over every detail that mattered to him. Until finally, he stopped in front of me. I was his last choice, the last piece of meat for him to scrutinize. He scoured me from head to toe, and the minute his hand reached toward me, I felt myself pull back. As I stood in front of this man, I couldn't find the air in my lungs to circulate, and I started to feel faint.

"Breathe," He whispered, still keeping a blank expression.

I did as he asked, and released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I felt goosebumps cover my entire body the second his voice sounded into my ears, and I wanted to collapse. There was something about his voice that... dare I say... turned me on. I didn't move a muscle the entire time he looked me over. All I could do was focus on breathing.

The minute he stepped away from me, I felt the pressure ease, and I hoped that he wouldn't choose me. He joined his family, and the others, in a small conversation. I watched everyone nod, including Aspen, and then they dispersed. I noticed Aspen was walking away from me, along with the rest of the women. I was left standing on the pedestal, alone. Shit... he chose me.