Chains
1006 Words
Ethan sat alone in his office, overwhelmed by the memories of his childhood. The deaths of his parents and brother had shaped him into the ruthless person he had become." I will hunt them down " he said to himself.
Lost in his thoughts, Ethan didn't hear the door open until Justin spoke up.
"Hey, bro," Justin said, sitting down and staring at Ethan's table filled with documents.
"What do you want?" Ethan replied without looking up.
Do you want to go out?" Justin asked.
Can't you see that I'm busy? If you don't have anything else to say, get out" Ethan snapped.
Justin persisted, unbothered by Ethan's dismissive tone. "Come on, Ethan, you've been holed up in this office for too long."
"You live such a boring life - just work, work, work. No women, no partying. Are you trying to be a virgin till you die?"
Ethan didn't even look up. "At least I'm not worried about catching infections like you, sleeping around," he replied flatly.
Hehe, Justin chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Relax, man. You need to loosen up once in a while."
Ethan's gaze lifted from his work, his expression cool and detached. "What do you mean, Justin? What exactly are you proposing?"
"It's a slave den," Justin replied, his tone hushed yet determined. "I know it sounds absurd, but hear me out."
Ethan arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "You're suggesting we visit this place?"
Justin smirked as he revealed, "Your secretary mentioned you're interested in Mr Brandon . Well, guess what? He'll be at the slave den. Let's not miss this chance."
Ethan's interest wavered as he hesitated, contemplating Justin's foolish idea. But before he could voice his concerns, Justin's smirk grew into a sinister grin. "You know, Ethan," Justin said, his voice dripping with malice, "I could always report your lack of cooperation to your sick grandfather. I'm sure he'd be interested to know what you've been up to in your spare time."
Ethan's jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes narrowing with cold intensity. He knew Justin was capable of following through on his threat, and the thought of facing his grandfather's relentless nagging sent a chill down his spine. With a heavy sigh of resignation, Ethan relented, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Fine, Justin. We'll go to this... slave den of yours. But make no mistake if anything goes wrong, it'll be on your head."
Justin's grin widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Hehe Excellent choice, Ethan. You won't regret it, I promise."
Ethan's voice cut through the air like ice. "And don't you dare threaten me with Grandfather," he said, his tone dripping with anger and frustration "Because I can just as easily send you packing to the countryside. Do you want to test me?"
Justin's smile faltered, replaced by an awkward expression as he quickly backed down. "Okay, okay, I won't," he muttered hastily. "Let's just go."
As they exited the office building, Ethan's impatience grew as they approached Justin's car. They climbed into the sleek black vehicle, the engine roaring to life as Justin took the driver's seat.
Finally, they arrived at the outskirts of town, where the neon glow of the city faded into darkness. The slave den lay hidden in the depths of an abandoned warehouse, no one would ever have thought that something illicit was going on in the background.
As they stepped out of the car, Ethan's senses were assaulted by the sights, and sounds of the den. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows that danced across the grimy walls.
The sudden appearance of Ethan and Justin sent shockwaves through the den - the patrons recoiling in happiness at the sight of the cold and aloof duo. Whispers of disbelief rippled through the crowd as they realized these two men were not to be trifled with.
As Ethan and Justin navigated the dimly lit corridors, Ethan could feel the weight of curious gazes following them as they moved deeper into the shadows.
In the backstage area, guards meticulously inspected the girls, issuing stern warnings against deceit or resistance. The air was tense, the girls' faces pale with fear and resignation.
The warden's satisfaction was evident as he observed the new batch. Their beauty was undeniable, and it pleased him greatly to have such alluring additions to his establishment. Wealthy clients would pay a premium for girls like them.
As thoughts of escape filled Ella's mind, she remembered the haunting words of the girl from the cell: "I might rather just die." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why do my days always have to be like this?" she whispered.
Suddenly, she felt a comforting hand on her back. She turned to see one of her friends, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, Ella?" she asked softly.
Ella's voice quivered. "I guess this is the last time we'll meet," she murmured.
Her friend's eyes softened. "I hope not," she said gently, squeezing Ella's hand. "But even if it is, know that I'll always be here for you - no matter where life takes us."
"Move!" the warden's sharp voice echoed through the corridor.
Ella and her friend exchanged a brief, meaningful glance. Ella managed a small, trembling smile. "Thank you," she whispered before walking forward, doing her best to keep the tears from falling but she couldn't stop it
As she moved, she started regretting being born into this cruel world . The death of her mother from an unknown sickness had shattered both her childhood and adulthood
Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard one of the wardens shout, "Stop!"
She blinked, realizing she had been walking in the wrong direction.
You wench! Where do you think you're going?" he barked, his hand striking her cheek before she could even answer.
Ella staggered, too dazed to respond. One of the wardens grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her back to where the others stood waiting.
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