Savage's

CHAPTER 1

[TRIGGER WARNING: SOME CHAPTERS HAVE SCENES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERS FOR SOME PEOPLE, READ WITH CAUTION.] 18+ mainly for mature situations, death, and abuse. No explicit s****l detail.

*Daisy*

I woke up, staring at the withered ceiling above my head, wondering how I even got here. I have no memory of my life before this, and I wish I did, just something to take my mind off the pain that I currently can't escape. Somewhere for my mind to find a safe haven, while my body is brutalized and used.

"Alright, Harold, your time is up." Aspen, the assistant, hollered as she opened my door.

The man that was laying beside me, out of breath, rolled over and kissed my cheek. His hot whiskey breath bled onto my skin, as he dragged his rugged tongue down my jaw and onto my neck. I shivered, clenching my eyes shut, forcing the tears to remain inside until this pathetic form of life leaves. He cleared his congested throat, and stood up from the bed. I heard as he pulled his clothes back on, buckeling his belt buckle.

He chuckled as he left the room, whispering something to Aspen. I didn't want to move, instead I remained curled up in a ball on the old mattress. I wrapped my arms around my legs, and pulled myself in closer, trying to forget the night before. I felt a small sting on my right cheek, just below my eye, and recalled his belt buckle being swung across my face.

"Great," Aspen snarled, standing right beside the bed, "He didn't pay extra for that."

She went stomping out of the room after Harold, leaving my door wide open. I heard a few of the other girls talking out in the hallway, but I didn't care much about what they were talking about. I couldn't stop my mind from screaming on the inside, pure nonsense. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest, I thought I was having a heart attack.

I've experienced a full week at this place, a place where only the devil can call home. A place where desperate, sadistic men come to live out their sadistic fantasies. I don't know how I ended up here, and I don't know how I'm going to escape, but I do know I won't stay here. I would rather die than be sold and rented like a f*****g rental car.

"Come on, get out. You'll need to see Miguel." Aspen demanded, her voice startling me out of my near slumber.

I silently crawled out of bed, and followed her down the long corridor. I've never seen the outside, but the inside of this place is that of an apartment complex, and Miguel owns the whole thing. As we walk down the hall, I can hear screams, moans, groans, and other noises I wish I hadn't.

We enter an elevator and take it to the top floor, where we walk out to an elaborate office. Decorated with the finest crafted furniture, down to the gold-plated picture frames hanging from the walls. Sitting at his desk was Miguel Calvesse. As far as I was aware, he was the leader of this hell-hole.

As I walked towards him, he scanned me up and down, his eyes landing on the mark below my eye. I haven't even seen it yet, so I don't know how bad it is, but it hurts like a son of a b***h. I can feel the skin starting to swell below my eye, because normally I don't see my own cheek.

"Did you charge him extra?" Miguel asked, looking at Aspen.

"Yes, sir." Aspen reported.

"Call the nurse, have her take care of it. Daisy is on the list for tomorrow. I can't have her looking used." Miguel ordered.

"For the Savage's, sir?" Aspen inquired, almost in shock.

"That's right," Miguel smirked, "She was the only one chosen from our house."

"I won't rent her out for the rest of the day, sir," Aspen noted, tugging me back towards the door.

Aspen dragged me back down to my room, where she threw me back inside and shut the door. I sat there, unsure of how to feel. The Savage's? That doesn't sound any better than this place! I could feel my teeth starting to chatter, and my heart sped up. Why does it feel like I'm going from the frying pan into the fire?

My door opened, and surprisingly it wasn't Aspen. Instead, it was one of the girls on my floor. I had seen her around before, only in passing, but I didn't know her name. She crept in my room, slowly shutting the door, and smiled brightly at me. I didn't smile back, what the hell was she smiling for?

"I hear you're getting out of here?" She asked, a look on her face I couldn't quite place.

"I guess so..." I muttered.

"You're lucky... anywhere is better than here." She sighed, and I knew that look was hopelessness.

"How are you so sure?" I asked.

"I'm not, but if one person were to buy me, that would be better than being rented ten times a day by random men." She shrugged.

"What's your name?" I asked, feeling the pain that was oozing from her words.

"Sarafina." She smiled, holding her hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Daisy." I shook her hand, mustering up the best smile I could afford.

"How old are you, Daisy?" She asked, looking me up and down.

"Twenty-four. How old are you?" I asked in return.

"Twenty-two." She quietly responded, looking away from me. "I've been here for at least a year, and it shows..."

"How could it not?" I honestly said, shrugging.

"Have they given you the drug yet?" She asked.

"I think so, the first day I woke up," I whispered, not wanting to remember that memory.

"It sucks out all our beauty..." Sarafina mumbled, staring off into the distance.

As I stared at Sarafina, I realized that could be me in a short amount of time. She is two years younger than me, yet she looks several years older. Her once beautiful nature has shattered into nothing but crumbs, morsels that will soon be forgotten.

"Sarafina!" Aspen growled from the door, "Get your ass back to your room!"

As Sarafina scrambled out of my room, a man wearing a white labcoat walked in. He was carrying a firstaid kit with him, and sat beside me on the bed. He examined the welt on my face, and began cleaning the wound. I watched as he applied a butterfly bandage, and handed me a pack of ice.

"Swelling should go down by the morning." The man spoke in a thick Russian accent.

"Breakfast will be delivered to your room soon." Aspen commented, following the doctor out of the room.

She shut and locked the door behind her, and once again I was left alone with my thoughts. Usually, when I'm alone, I try to recall something from my past. Though it isn't easy to do when your entire brain is blank. Nothing but this place. The only memories I have, are the only ones I want to forget.