When I hear the moaning of the large metal cell door opening I wake up. There is barely any light in the room, but I know that he is entering. The best way to avoid getting hurt when he is around is to act dead, or in my case, asleep. So I shut my eyes, try to relax my breathing and pretend to do so. He is in here to collect something. No. He is in here to collect someone. There are about eight girls crammed into this small cell. He does not have a proper name, everyone just calls him "He"or "him", he is the boss of this place, its a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, inside is a farm of girls. Girls of every age and look, and skin colour. But only girls, no boys. He illegally hires and sells us of to other people for all their wants needs and pleasures. I have been hired of a couple of times, and each time I come back to the warehouse, I am a different person. These people, that hire us out are sick, not all physically, but mentally.
He walks around to my bunk bed and stops. I try and make it seem like I-don't-know-that-he-is there-because-I-am-most-definitely-fast-asleep. Slap. A burning sensation flows across my face. Startled, I open my eyes wide. "Get up." He orders. I stand up. And ignore the cold bitting at my body. "Come." He demands. I walk with him. He stops at a van, with the boot doors open."In." I climb in.
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Hunted
Mystery / ThrillerMeet Abigail Jones. She does not know her age and has had a tragic life. She does not know who her parents are as she was kidnapped by a human trafficker when she was 6 months old. Her kidnappers sold her to a place where people can illegally hire h...
