Walking in the rain

Chapter 4

The satanic man pulled me through the halls, his hands rough against my skin.

He pulled me in front of a door and knocked.

I felt panic washed through me as I waited for whatever terror was behind the door.

My hands shook by my side as he looked at me, his eyes unmoving.

"W-what's going to happen?" I asked carefully as his grip on me loosen.

He glared at me, his eyes stone, and he said nothing.

He seemed to be contemplating whether I was even worth answering.

He finally spoke, "just do as you're told. When you go in there, stand still, and when you're asked a question, answer it. Don't lie. This is probably the last time we'll ever talk." He said gruffly.

"A-are you one of the men that took me?" I asked.

He scoffed, and gave me a look that said 'do you really think I'm gonna answer that'

"You said is yourself. You will never speak to me again. I just need some answers." I refused to beg.

He frowned his dark brows as he looked down at me, "yes. I was."

"You do know...that I'm not a prostitute, I was just walking home from m-my birthday p-party." I was trying to get this man feel something, anything. I was trying to control the tears that were filling my stomach and I swallowed down a cry.

His eyes went a little wide with surprise, but he said nothing. His eyes remained cold.

His eyes were dark and he finally looked away from me almost as if he couldn't look at me.

I noticed a scar on his chin, it was faint and faded, from a long time ago. Black ink covered his arms and neck. Drawings and symbols that I didn't know.

I frowned as I saw a black inked writing along his neck, it read

"ты ложь, а я правда."

It was old Russian for "you a NJre a lie, and I am the truth."

I frowned at the writing, wondering what it meant, but it was hard to concentrate, all I wanted was to cry.

The tattoo had to mean something to him.

He wouldn't have permanently inked a saying onto him, if it was useless.

I needed to be smart. I couldn't cry, men like him don't feel anything for crying girls.

They're killers at heart.

"What's your name?" I asked suddenly.

It was a stupid question, I know.

Because why the f**k would it matter?

But I guess I wanted to know because I wanted to know someone. Anyone. It didn't matter that this man tried to r**e me in a filthy bathroom only an hour ago.

He looked at me, his eyebrows pulled together, his jaw set, and his eyes looked dangerous.

The door opened and I felt him grab me, but this time it was a little softer, a little less angry.

His callused fingers gripped me a little lighter.

Before he pushed me in, he whispered in my ear.

"Afanas. My name is Afanas."

And with that, he pushed me in.

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Dim lights greeted me. The room was silent, and I stared through a one-way glass that blend my reflection.

What kind of questions are they going to ask...

I frowned at my reflection, and tried to avoid looking.

I really did look like a prostitute.

The crinkle of the intercom came on, and a women's monotone voice came on.

"Bella Evans?" The voice called.

I nodded shakily.

"Age?"

"E-eighteen." I felt like crying.

"Where were you born?"

Russia "N-new York." I stuttered.

Another pause.

"Approximately how many times have you had s****l intercourse?"

I felt like dying.

"I-I'm a virgin."

There was a long pause.

I stared at my small figure trembling in the mirror.

I am pathetic.

"The auction is about to take place. Stay quiet and do what you are told."

I frowned, confusion flooded through my head when suddenly blinding lights flooded the room.

I felt my eyes adjusting and suddenly the voice came back on.

"Introducing Bella Evans, or as most of you her as 'the runner.' " I frowned.

"Bella is 18 years old, approximately 5"7 and 120 pounds. Her hair is naturally black, her eyes are light blue. She is known to be quite 'fiery'. Bella is a virgin, her innocence makes her more valuable. With her natural exotic beauty and pristine figure, Bella will be our most expensive object."

I felt tears weld in my eyes but I said nothing.

I'm a object. I am not even human.

"The bidding will start at 50,000$"

'Beep

The prices starting shooting up, after each ring that signaled a bid, I felt myself losing a part of me.

My jaw trembled as the price went past 100,00$

I felt like throwing up.

Then 200,000$

I felt a white blur passing over my vision, and it faded when the final price rang out.

"Sold, for "775,000$. Mr. Velkov, your purchase will be delivered immediately."

Velkov. I know that name. It sounded familiar.

The lights suddenly blacked out and I felt myself being grabbed and dragged out of the room.

The dim lights of the hallway greeted me and Afanas came into view.

A man stood next to him, his eyes grazing down me and they stopped at my breasts.

"voz'mi yeye k bossu." (Take her to the boss) The man next to Afanas growled.

I frowned, boss?

Oh my god. The Mafia Boss.

That's where I know Velkov from.

Afanas pulled a black cloth from his pocket, and suddenly it was over my head and I was blind.

I tried to pull free from him. I really did.

I flailed my arms and kicked but he was on me.

His hands wrapped tightly around my waist and I felt the other man wrap his hands around my legs. I was off the ground.

The man holding my legs seemed to enjoy this.

"ona chertovski plamenna, chto by ya sdelal, chtoby imet' vozmozhnost' zagonyat' etu malen'kuyu devstvennuyu kisku."

(she's fiery as f**k, what i would do to be able to pound this little virgin pussy.)

I flinched at his words and I felt his arms raised a little higher on my legs until they rested high on my thighs.

I whimpered. I felt so f*****g useless.

I couldn't do anything. All I could do was scream and protest. I could do absolutely nothing.

"No, boss would know." Was all Afanas said, in English almost as if he wanted me to know. He wanted me to know that he just prevented something terrible from happening.

I was too busy trying to struggle free to care.

We walked down a set of stairs, and turned into a darker, musty space.

I felt the creepy man letting go of my legs and Afanas caught my weight.

He hoisted me up until he was carrying me in his arms.

I heard a car door open and suddenly I was tossed in, and the door was slammed behind me.

The car started up, and I curled into a ball.

I felt the kind of emotional pain inside of me that stings. The kind that you know, no matter what you do, it won't go away. It's the kind of sadness that hurts, I felt useless, and dead.

As the car picked up speed, I felt myself accepting this terrifying fate.

I am no longer the girl who escaped Russia, where her family was killed.

I am no longer the girl with psychotic friends who weren't even real friends.

I am no longer going to be a happy, innocent girl.

I was going to make this... 'Velkov's' life hell.

He payed over half a million dollars for me, if I'm not what he like... he can fuckin suck it.

I am not what I used to be.

If I live through it, I will built a wall around the little humanity I have left. If I actually survive this, I will never be the same.

If.

Not when.

Just 'if'

'If' is all I have.