The Rosey Thorn

Chapter 2

Grogginess and dizziness filled my head as I tried to sit up, but I could hardly move. I’ve been drugged. My head pounded as if I’m banging my head against a wall repeatedly. I lifted my hand to rub my head but found that I could barely lift my arm. Something heavy weighed my arms down. I slowly moved my head up and saw metal around my wrists.

Shackles.

I’ve been chained, but what? I followed the link hoping I could try and unchain myself, but I didn’t discover a wall. Because there were no walls. No, I’m in a cage. I’m chained inside a metal cage. My head immediately cleared because I was afraid.

I surveyed my body hoping that I remain unharmed and I froze. My wedding dress…it’s gone. I’m dressed in what looks like a brown sack that stops above my knee.

I hear moans and whimpers around me, and I see that I’m not alone. There are dozens of other cages lined side by side. There were women chained and dressed like me. Some were crying and some were too drugged up to know what’s going on. How many others have been taken? How long before we die? I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I will fight back. I won’t stop fighting until Jake finds me. I hope he went to my apartment when I didn’t show up. I hope he sees the broken door. I hope he sees the chaos inside my home. I hope he found a lead to find me. I hope Jake finds me because I am so frightened. I’ve never been so scared before.

My body shakes as different scenarios play in my head of what’s going to happen. Am I going to be sold? Broken? r***d? My mind was going crazy.

The door opened wherever we were, and footsteps walked down the aisle. By the sound of the footsteps, it was three men coming. “Where are the fresh meat?” one man asked.

Fresh meat?

“At the end,” the second one says.

“Take them out,” the first commanded. Cages were being opened and chains were being rattled dragging women out. Then my cage opened and I was dragged out by my chains. I stood in front of three men with other four women. They surveyed each of us smiling as one said, “Good stock.”

“But this one,” the first one says, looking at me, “She fetched a good price. Your buyer paid good money for you.”

One of them put his hand at the top of my sack and looked in. I turned my face as he looked at my naked body.

“Nice,” he said. “Very nice. I see why he wanted her?” He turned to the other two. “Want a look?” I quickly turned back and spit on his face. He cleaned his face then backhanded me.

“This filly is willful,” the one behind him says. “She will break. They all do.”

Oh, God. Please find me Jake before it’s too late.