Missing Pieces

Chapter III

~ Jaelyn

1 Year Later...

One year passed since I was a normal, innocent teenage girl, but now I'm far away from normal. So many changes occurred to me, especially my physical appearance. My skin turned very pale, my rosy cheeks became colorless and dry, and my body was changed into a wasted bag of bones.

I've spent a whole year imprisoned -alone- in a dark, isolated cell, tortured by every way you could hear of. Until that day, that was when it happened. I lost it, my memory. I became amnesiac, retrograde to be exact.

I was staring at bugs scurrying on the ground when the dog started barking like crazy, his mission was to keep me from escaping, which to be honest, worked pretty well. I lifted my eyes slowly looking at the dog, chained to wall barking as loud as it could. That only meant, someone was coming...

The door flung open, and the familiar face entered the room, victory dances in his eyes, as he grabbed me by the neck, freed me from the chains choking around my wrists and pulled my all the way out of my cell. For a split second, I thought he was going to set me free, but I was terribly mistaken when he put me down, roughly in the middle of another room.

"What do you think we are going to do with her?" Since my eyes were hardly open, I couldn't see who was talking. I only heard him speaking.

"I am going to sell her either way," A different voice angrily spoke. It was low, rough and harsh.

"She cannot be sold, sir. She looks like absolute crap. No one would want to waste his money on her."

"I said she is going to be sold, and that is it. Don't test my patience, Number one." They spoke normally except for one thing that caught my attention. He called the people who worked for him by numbers. Their way of speaking was carless, probably thinking that I was unconscious or something since I didn't move the whole time. The conversation stopped suddenly, and someone left the room, as I heard the door slam shut.

Laying still on the ground, I felt a pair of cold hands place something over my body. I flinched at this sudden touch, but somehow I assumed that it was changing my ripped clothes.

"You awake?" A woman's soft voice spoke. From her tone I could tell that she was surprised.

Slowly forcing my extremely exhausted eyes to open, I was met by warm green eyes staring directly into my dull, blue ones.

"Wow! You are such a fighter. If I had been in your shoes, I would have died long ago." I kept my mouth shut. Maybe this was a trap? She wanted me to speak, so If I did, and said anything wrong, I would receive more punishments. It is better to stay on the safe side.

"Looks like you're not interested in speaking," She murmured. As for me, I kept staring deeply into her eyes, waiting for her next move.

"Move your head to the left, please!" Obeying her demands, I carefully moved my head to the side, feeling the enormous amount of pain in my neck. I groaned slightly as not to be noticed.

She was dabbing a liquid substance on my face, looking pretty concentrated on doing it. I sighed watching her in silence as she kept applying different shades of a brownish powder over my eyelid.

***

"Done, sir," She told someone sitting somewhere behind me. I didn't even bother to look there to know who it is.

"Great job," He simply replied. The woman stood on her feet and walked out of the room after she had been mentioned to do so.

"Stand up!" I was ordered. I held onto the wall next to me, and with all my strength I tried to stand on my feet, but I immediately fell on the floor once again.

"s**t! You have to be sold tonight or I'll kill you with my own hands, bitch." His offensive words didn't have its effect on me anymore, I am kind of used to it.

"Number One!" He almost screamed. That guy he was talking to earlier rushed into the room.

"What's wrong, sir?"

"I want this b***h to be sold tonight, and if she wasn't, you are going to be fired."

"It is not my fault that you wanted to break her in."

"You were the one who did it, not me" He pointed at him with his filthy fingers.

"You forced me to tame her." He fired back. The other man shook his head violently, thinking of a stupid way to prove that he was right.

"You cannot disrespect me, Number One. I'm your boss." He replied harshly. Number One lowered his gaze to the ground, not ashamed, but trying to hold himself from saying any other word that would get him into more trouble with his i***t of a boss.

The boss stomped out of the room like a child, cursing the world under his breath. Number One sighed, walked over to me, and lifted my up on my feet. I leaned against his chest since my legs were wobbly, and weren't able to carry my body. He helped me walk until we reached a huge hall full of rich people, that was what I thought.

The boss was blabbing into a microphone, about some things that I didn't really want to listen to.

Number One and I made it next to him. Around him was some group of people who were listening carefully to what he was saying, but just as they saw me they all walked away, except one old grouchy man. He had white hair all over his face, looking as if he hadn't heard of shaving before. He met my gaze and gave me a toothless grin, sending shivers through my spine. My first impressions of him were fear, hatred, and disgust.

"Is she a virgin?" His voice was dead, causing my wobbly legs to shiver in fear. I hold tighter onto Number One's hand. I probably shouldn't do that, but if I didn't, my legs wouldn't hold me and I would fall on the floor and may not be able to stand up again.

"I doubt that-" Number One murmured, but the boss was quick to cut him off. I don't remember losing my virginity by the way.

"Of course, she is. You can have your fun, sir." He spoke nervously.

"I'll give a hundred dollar since it looks like no one wants to buy her, but me." A frustrated, mixed with an angry expression formed on the boss' face.

"She's sold to you." He forced it out.

The old man's cold hand grabbed mine roughly and was about to pull me out, until a deep, raspy voice boomed through the entire hall.

"Wait... "