Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (jenna bush book club .TXT) 📖

My wrist strained with the cuffs, my ankles ached with the same while, my mouth felt dry with the lack of water. I looked around for some and found a jug. With difficult effort I turned to grab the jug, and tilting up to drink the water, I found it empty.

I inhaled a deep breath, and gulped down the thirst with much effort. I had mastered to gulp down thirst and hunger in these few days. Even pain.

There was a little girl on the road with her bag, when I saw a bus stopping there, taking her in before disappearing. My heart ached as I thought of all the plans I had made up to go to my summer classes. The extra shifts I was going to take in the café I worked in, and even help Lisa's mom in her restaurant. I was good in cooking.

I looked down and saw the torn clothes hugging me, barely covering anything. It didn’t matter when you have no dignity, self respect or purity in you left. When you’re just a whore and a slut. A dirty one.

I pressed my eyes closed and could only imagine Mom smiling at me when she had first visited me in the orphanage. She had brought some choco chips cookies, I had never tried before. They were delicious. I remembered when she told me, she was going to me my mother, and I could actually call her ‘Mom.’ I was happy beyond measure.

I had waited that day to tell friend I was going to back to my home, but he didn’t come. And I never got to meet him again. The more time it passed, I forgot the face of my only friend, he was so familiar. He was the son of our cook, before he was adopted my another family when Lana, the cook, couldn’t afford him anymore. Yet, he used to visit me most of his days, the most friend I had, with so deep dark eyes like the night sky.

But, the more days I pass in this basement, the more I was forgetting my memories. Some scenarios flash up while some dim out even however much I try to recall.

When I closed my eyes again, I saw the distant woman I called Mom. She didn’t smile looking at me anymore, didn’t sing me lullabies, didn’t made me lay my head on her lap, and forgot my birthday. Yet, she and Adelaide were all I had.

“Get the fuck up.” I flinched at the voice boomed inside the house, when I saw a man walking towards me, his face covered with a mask, bulky and tall. I immediately squirmed myself in a corner, the mere act of self protection I still think I had. Yet, in reality there wasn’t any left.

I saw his lips pulling up in a smirk as he walked further towards me. His broad fingers gripping my chins in a tight hold, aching my jaws. “You're a real beauty. Wish, Boss let us to have a taste of you.” He chuckled darkly running his fingers over my skin, disgust filling my bones, before leaving me.

“Get up. You’re expected in the main hall.”  He opened my cuffs in the legs while the one in the hands remained. I stumbled on my legs, feeling the soreness but he yanked me up and pulled me with him. “I don’t have fucking time to put up with your drama.” With trembling legs I followed him to the main house.

My eyes downcast as I walked further inside and meet with the eyes of few other men. They seated on the black leather couch, wine glasses in hand, and when I turned my eyes a little to the left I saw many more girls like me in there. The same dilapidated self, and self-esteem.

The men talked something in Italian I couldn’t make out, before I saw Ethan, the owner of the house and whom my father sold me to, walking towards me. His eyes moving up and down my ragged self before he looked back at them. “We could have this girl,” he pointed at me, “for six months – six months each if you agree. I’m not willing to sell her out altogether.”

I couldn’t stop my blood boiling at his words, the disgust how they’re referring us like some goods to be sold. He talked some more about the girls beside me, it seemed like they’re trading goods rather than breathing human beings. How much more animal could they be?

Dressed in suit and tie, who could have ever thought they’re nothing but hungry dogs dressed in human clothes. I saw one of the men rising and walking towards the girl beside me, who looked younger than me, before gripping her hair and touching her inappropriately in front of all. “Stop that.” I couldn’t stop myself from saying that.

My inside cried, to be this incapable, to be this weak, and couldn’t help neither myself or her. She cried when he tore the lower length of her dress, showing her underwear and I had to close my eyes shut at the scene, I couldn’t see them, knowing I had been through them too.

The men soon walked out, while we were left in the hall room. The guards came again to take us when I saw Ethan looking at me, his lips in a sinister smile. “Leave her here. Rest can go.” Hearing him all of them left the place while me and him left in the large empty hall.

He walked further close, sipping from his drink. “So, you still had that fire. Huh?” I didn’t answer him back, my fingers itched to claw his face, pounce out his flesh and bury him deep in the earth but I was incapable.

“Sweetie, you’re incapable.” He tusked as if knowing my thoughts and shook his head. “You need to get a punishment.” My body trembled at the thought of that. It’s painful.

I shook my head frantically when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards a room upstairs. My steps faltered with the reluctance I had against it. “Please no. I will not say anything.” He didn’t reply nor did he left my wrist.

The more we neared his room, my pulse quickened, dread settling in, knowing what was going to happen. He pushed me inside the room, my heart pounding inside the dark dim light room, when I heard him clicked the door close.