Keep it together.
This is nothing.
Just think about camping; it’s no different.
My mind repeats until I’m done. He keeps his eyes on me, and when I’m finished, I can’t look at him. My eyesshimmer with unshed tears. Moving back towards the wall of my cell, he removes it and continues down the rows.
It’s not giving up.
It’s smart,
I tell myself as my mind screams at my lack of action. The door is most likely locked, and I’m not sure what’s behind it. I’ll wait and bide my time if I have a chance of escaping.
Just as dickhead two finishes with the last girl’s potty break, the door swings open again. Dick one saunters back in, his smug smile in place as he picks up the hose.
“Shower time, girls. You’re fucking filthy and that just won’t do.” He laughs before spraying through the first set of bars. The poor woman spluttersas the water slams her in the face.
I can tell the water is cold by the goosebumps that cover her body. She's hunched over andmoves around in the icy spray, making sure she washesas best as she can. Scrubbing down and trying to clean without soap like she knows this is all she will get.
The dickheads chuckle and talk to each other casually as they move to the next cell. How fucked up do they have to be that this doesn’t bother them?
Giving them death glares, I watch as they repeat the process with the girls before me on each side. When they get to my cage, my face must display my displeasure.
“This one came in last night. Still got some life in her,” Dickhead tworemarks. He eyes me up and down, smirking as his gaze lingers on my breasts. “She has a nice body and isn’t too broken.”
“Yet.She won’t last long at auction and will move quickly.”Dickhead one laughs. Then I don’t hear anything as the water almost drowns me. Coughing and teeth chattering, I move my face away. The water smashes into my back as I try to shield my face. My mind holds on to every bit of information I can.
1. It’s only been a day for me.
2. They plan to sell us.
If they take us upstairs for this party, then I’ll bolt the first chance I get.
But what if they don’t take us out of this room?
What if they bring the buyers down to us?
Will I be conscious when taken from here?
Lost in thought, I don’t notice until the water stops and they move on. I’ve been quiet so far because mouthing off isn’t going to get me anywhere.
True crime shows and movies always preach that information is key. I’m better off remembering everything I can than pissing them off with a smart mouth.
After we are all washed, they leave us alone,and I hear the faint click as the door locks behind them, confirming we are trapped in here. The damp air chills me to the bones. My teeth chatter and I rub my hands over my wet arms.
Nobody says anything, and when I go to speak, the girl to my right shakes her head. Holding a finger to her lips then points to the corner of the room.
My eyes track the movement until I see the camera. I figured we were being watched, but I wasn’t sure. Speaking won’t work well for me right now.
I draw my knees back to my chest, committing everythingto memory and wait.
Chapter 2
Hours tick by as we all sit in silence. The lone drip from the hose happening every few minutes is the only sound in this cement dungeon.
Drip.
Drip.
