Chapter 1
Dawn
Ishould have been usedto it by now, even with the numbness that had taken over, but the cold still lingered. Shadows danced behind my closed eyes. I was giving up. I knew my time was close to the end, and I was as ready as I could be to die. It wouldn’t take much force to end my pathetic life. I’d lasted longer here than I thought Iwould.
My green eyes were sunken into my skull and my bones were barely covered by skin that was coated by grime. The nightgown I wore was nothing but rags. I could feel the fever from the virus forming within me. My roommate had fallen ill a few short days ago, and now it was only a matter of time before I lay among the dead—like her. I hoped it would be sooner rather thanlater.
Until last week, I had been completely by myself during my time here. I wasn’t even sure where ‘here’ was. I just knew it was cold and dark—so freaking cold and dark—day andnight.
I missed the sun upon my skin. I missed a loving touch. I missedlife.
This hell was no place of happy memories, nor would it everbe.
“Let’s go,” barked an overweight guard as he noisily pulled opened the door to my jail cell. It made a grinding noise against the pebbled cement floor, making my earsring.
I was in what is considered an isolation room in an underground jailhouse somewhere. There were no windows except for the little dirt covered one set in the door. A green, worn out cot sat against the far side of the room, next to a filthy metal toilet and sink. The sink had a small cup for drinking water, which was also dirty from my own hands. Who knew how long that cup had been around here? A flickering fluorescent light was fitted on the ceiling, but was hardly ever turnedon.
My body was lying on its side and I could hardly move, even though I knew I had to. The air was thick. Mold and dirt clouded my senses and made breathing even more difficult. With blurry eyes, I watched the balding man stomp his way into the cell with a hard look on his face. I knew better than to disobey any command, but my body refused to work as the fever took hold. It made me weak; weaker than I had ever been during my timehere.
Roughly, he grabbed my thin arm, right above my elbow on the rope burns from the day before and pulled me up. They were just another lasting scar upon my body. I scrunched my face in pain but didn’t dare make asound.
“You’re lucky there’s no time for a beating,” he hissed as he dragged me out of the cell, as though I was nothing but a stuffed doll. I knew his Russian accent well. His breath smelled sour, and I tried to turn my face away as much as I could, so I didn’t spill my guts on his shoes ...again.
The last time wasn’t an incident I desired toremember.
I tried to keep up, but my legs could hardly hold the weight of my ninety-pound body. The hall was just as damp and dirty as my cell. The air was slightly easier to breathe, but not much. Giving up the fight, I let my eyes close once again, not caring where I would end up. I prayed that wherever I did, it would end my wastedlife.
“What’s wrong with her?” spoke Master as we got to wherever we were going. His voice was raspy from his many years ofsmoking.
“I don’t know,” my handler grumbled as he let go of me. I fell awkwardly onto the filthy brown carpet. My face smashed into the floor as my arms refused to hold my weight. The rough fibers of the carpet poked against my cheek as I breathed in its puke-likesmell.
Master Galvin, a deadly man, walked into my personal space, demanding my attention. My unfocused eyes stared at shiny black shoes. I knew his black hair would be greasy and hanging down to the top of his eyebrows. He was just below six feet tall, and never had a wrinkle out of place in his clothes. It didn’t matter if he wore a perfect expensive suit or his workout clothes—he always carried himself as though everyone was supposed to bow down to him, and himalone.
He was verbally kinder than the men he bossed around, and never lifted a hand to me, but that didn’t mean he was nice. Not by a long shot. He may have never physically harmed me, but that never stopped him from causing me harm. Master was always able to get his men to do itinstead.
“Poor child,” Master mumbled as he felt my forehead with the back of his chilled hand. “Morgan, go get some OxyContin so she can at least be auctioned. Tess didn’t make it, and I’m sure she has the same virus as the others. Let's try to keep her alive long enough to make some money fromher.”
“Yes Sir,” said Morgan with a slight nod of his head, before he walked heavily out of theroom.
I knew exactly where every piece of furniture was in this office—I had been here countless times. A beat-up oak desk sat in the middle of the room with two white foldable chairs facing it. A small kitchen area was to the left, while the right side of the room held boxes of files. The walls were covered in wood paneling and the lighting was bright, the lamps in the two corners filling the room withglare.
“You have given me great service, but I’m afraid I no longer have a need for you. Your age is causing issues amongst my men. I’m sure someone will want you; I know my son does, but I can’t let him have a gift as sweet as you until he learns his place. Selling you tonight is my only option. That is, of course, if you survive this illness,” Master spoke quietly from above me as he brushed the sweaty hair off my face in a fatherlymanner.
Had he purposely caused me to get this sick? I certainly wouldn’t put it past him. I wasn’t worth much to this man—never was. I was just a means to an end like the rest ofgirls.
“It saddens me greatly to have to make this choice. It was a pleasure to train you, but your mother will now have her debtsforgiven.”
“Here you are, Sir,” Morgan spoke loudly as he walked back into theroom.
My head was pounding with each heartbeat. I could feel each breath I took, pounding through my skull like adrum.
“Perfect!” Master Galvin slapped his thigh before holding his hand out for the syringe. “This will make the pain go away long enough for you to be bought by the highest bidder. It will make you sleep for a few hours. So, unfortunately, I won’t be getting as much as I would like,” he continued as he pushed the needle into my thigh, administering the drug into my system. The small prick was nothing compared to the torture I’d already suffered. “It is a shame. So many men like having a trainedslave.”
I could feel the drug’s effect all too soon. Some of the soreness began to creep away as Morgan once again pulled me to my feet. I was at least able to hold myself erect somewhat now, even if my eyes didn’t want to stay open any longer. He none-to-gently pulled me behind him as we left the office and entered back into the stainedhallway.
We passed through a few different rooms and went down hallways I had never seen. Most of the rooms were either totally empty or filled with boxes stackedhaphazardly.
We finally came to a stop in a room where other girls were either standing in the waiting position, or being held by a rope around their necks as they kneeled beside their own handlers. The room was the size of Master’s office, but not any cleaner. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the floor had stains from previous occupants. I had never been to this part of the building beforetoday.
