HOSTAGE

Chapter 2| Hostage

"Wake up sweet heart." A male voice whispered into her hear. Bliss opens her eyes to a big bright light, she covers her eyes with her arms.

"Where am I?"

"You're here for an examination. Are you lucid?" He asks slightly covering her face blocking the bright light.

Bliss sits up and look down at her lap, "I'm starving." She says looking at the man. He was wearing a lab coat; the ones doctors wore. He snapped his fingers and a woman came close and a tray of food along with her. The woman placed it at her foot. Bliss folded her legs together and got closer to the food. She looks down at the items on the tray and the first thing she picks up is a small pocket of bread. She shoves it in her mouth and roll her eyes as it melted on her tongue. She washes it down with the water provided. The man in the lab coat and the woman who brought her the food watched her cautiously as if she was a lab rat being tested. She looks back at them confused. She rolls her eyes and move to the main course. It was spaghetti and meatballs. She basically inhales the food.

"Slow down sweetheart, you'll choke." The man said.

She shook her head. She knew it was rude to chew and speak at the same time so she said nothing; her mouth was too full. She continues to eat until every last spaghetti was cleared from her plate and drinks the rest of the water. She sigh and turn to them. "Okay," She started. "So is someone going to tell me where I am now?"

The woman said nothing. She put her head down, took the tray away and walked out. Bliss look back at the man. "What are you?"

"Your doctor."

"My doctor?" Bliss almost choked.

He walks back, to a desk that held a computer and above it was cabinets. He raised his hands to open them. He took out a couple things, like some type of liquid medication, Syringe, gloves supplies needed to tend to Bliss. Bliss was unclear on what his motives with her were.

He put the gloves on his hands. "You can lay down or I can sedate you."

"Sedate me? Are you f*****g crazy? YOU ARE NOT TOUCHING ME." Bliss shouts getting up from what is an examination bed.

" Don't make this harder than it has to be Bliss."

"Bliss? You know my name. Who told you my name? Huh? HOW THE f**k DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" She shouts. Her heart beats hard in her chest, she was clearly agitated and had every right to be, she was afraid and her anger was a result of her fear. The thought of his disgusting hands unsettled Bliss. She was currently now on guard. She had a little of her energy back, and she believed she was prepared to fight back.

"Bliss," he goes. "You don't want to do this." He holds his hands in the air.

"I don't know what the f**k this s**t is, all I know is you are not putting your nasty little fingers anywhere near me or I swear I'll cut your f*****g d**k off YOU PERVERT."

"Boys!" He shouts and almost immediately three men walked in and just like the guy before they wore all white. They tread closer and closer to Bliss.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing?!" Bliss was frightened out of her mind. You could imagine, she didn't know where she was, and these strange men were threatening her space.

Bliss had no leverage, it was three strong tall men against her little figure. She didn't stand a chance. One grabs a hold of her arms and another both of her feet. The last one stood there with a black choker. She tried and tried to fight them, but she wasn't strong enough. She was too weak. Eventually they got the better of her and subdued her.

They forced her on the bed and involuntary placed a collar around her neck. Before she knew it they bounded her arms to the side. The man in the lab coat said it was a shock collar and if she kept being difficult he'd hurt her. But of course was in Bliss's nature to be defiant, and so as the man in lab coat tried to pry her legs open the see what's between her legs she took advantage that they haven't bounded her legs and kicked him in the face, leaving him with a bruised lip. In consequence of that, he shocked her until she agreed to comply with her examination. Soon enough, Bliss did give in and allowed the man in the lab coat to use his tools to poke and prod her. She did all she could, all her efforts to fight back only hurt her even more.

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"Okay Bliss, time to make you pretty enough to sell, then you're no longer my problem." Gia said to Bliss as she tightened the straps around Bliss's wrist. Bliss body was limp in the chair, in a new room what looked to be designed specifically for make-overs. She still had the choker around her neck and Gia held the remote.

Gia also had a team behind her; a glam squad if you will. They all stood before Scarlett waiting for Gianna's command.

Bliss was limp on the chair her, pain evident in her eyes, the way she looked across the room. The man in the coat really did a number on her; he stripped her of her dignity, defiling her the way he did, electrocuting her. Bliss was out of energy from all the struggling, dry sweat stained her forehead.

Her throat was dry but she made no effort to make it known. Perhaps they would've gave her some real water, but she refused to except anything willingly from them, she rather swallow her own spit.

"Start," she commanded. "I want her gone by tonight's auction and I want that nasty smug of her face too. If she isn't out of here by tonight it's my ass, then it's yours." Gia spoke to the crew as she moved to a couch in the far corner.

And just as she sat the crew started on Bliss; there's a hair stylist, nail technician, make-artist, and a clothes stylist. They all work quietly and swiftly like they've done this a million times before.

The hair stylist proceeds to take out supplies needed to straighten Bliss's kinky hair. And that it was. He didn't have the easiest job amongst them and he knew it, it'd be entire process. Bliss's hair demanded to be washed, so he did that—the choker didn't get in the way it's water proof. As he did that a woman worked on Bliss's nails, she started on Bliss's toes. After both the nail tech and the hair stylist was done, the make-up artist got a hold of her. The work of the nail tech and hair stylist was done, and so they left as the no longer was needed.

"Okay Bliss, I know this hard but please cooperate, not for my sake but for yours. As you already know they don't joke around when it comes to non-compliant girls, so it'd be in your best interest to get sold tonight... or else." She warned silently. Bliss took notice of the woman and considered her warning.

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Bliss stood behind the curtain along with the other girls, all including Bliss remained quiet until it was their time to be presented. If you look closer into the eyes of each of the girls you'd see their fear, but they said nothing. They knew better—some better than Bliss. Hours passed no food, no water, and no seat to rest their legs. They stood tall in their heels ready for display, they all had the same the same device around their necks as Bliss did. Soon enough the curtains opened and the girls stood before the crowd of buyers. A crowd full of willing men and women prepared to bid. And there they began. Slowly the number of girls being sold continued to increase. Girls where being sold from 50,000 dollars to 700,000.

Bliss bit her tongue as she became repulsed by the environment; pawning off innocent women. And for what? Bliss wanted to shout, jump, scream—SOMETHING. Anything. But of course she was warned of the consequences of given actions and decided against any of that. Instead she stood fearful awaiting her turn to be auctioned off just like the rest.

And finally it was Bliss's turn she stood before the crowd timidly. The bidding for Bliss began. The bid begins at 10,000 and rises to 60,000; 80,000 to 150,000; 200,000 to 300,000; 500,000 to 650,000.

Bliss was about to be sold for 650,000 until a man stood and shouted 900,000. Bliss heart pounded hard against her chest she anxious and disgusted to say the least. A man was willing to pay almost a million dollars, and for what? What did this man have plan for her? What is she to do when ultimately does get sold?

And the man he spoke, she couldn't imagine going anywhere with someone so disgustingly unattractive. The sight of him for Bliss left an unsavory taste in her mouth. She silently prayed that someone would challenge his. She prayed to something, anything knowing she held no perpetual religion. She believed in no God, no son, no spirit, no symbol. Yet, she continued to pray to anyone or anything that would listen.

If Bliss should be forced to go along with him, she hoped he wouldn't contempt her.