Murphy
A powerful emotion washes over me, shock which turns to relief. At least now I will be able to get out of this heat and never have to step foot here again.There are four of us left, myself included. One of the muscular men decked out in leather comes over to us. He lifts the chains in his hands and shackles the others until they are standing in one straight line.
When its my turn I lift my wrists out as far as they will go. His dark chocolate eyes meet mine. He quickly breaks eye contact and mumbles something under his breath walking past me to the small group that has now formed on the podium.
I look at the others hoping one of them knows something I don't. They cast their eyes to the ground, avoiding my questioning gaze as they are escorted into the truck that will take them to the underground brothels. Confused and a little scared I can feel my eyes start to water. What's happening? Did I do something wrong? Am I so revolting and displeasing that death would be a quick and merciful act? I quickly blink away the unformed tears as two figures stalk towards me. From the sidelines someone hands them a lantern that glows faintly in the dark. By the outline of their shapes I notice a short pudgy figure and a more taller slim physique closely following behind.
For some reason all I can think about is Trevor. I have not thought about him in a while. But I guess it seems appropriate seeing as how I might die in the very spot I stand. Trevor was Taken from a village not too far from mine. He had blond curls that went passed his ears and faint light green eyes. We shared the same cage, only making conversation when necessary. For some reason he jumped in front of me while I was being attacked. The guards beat him to death that night. He would not stop screaming each time a whip sliced his skin on top of freshly open wounds. It was a high pitched noise that died away once he hit the ground. To this day his face haunts me. If these people would kill a thirteen year old boy, what would stop them from killing me?
The two figures stop a couple of steps in front of me. I can see them more clearly now. The pudgy figure is the balding man who is holding the lantern in his right hand. It turns out the more taller figure is a guard who is dressed in nothing but leather pants.
The balding man comes up to me. He eyes me up and down.
"Well. I guess you will do.", he sneers. "Walk.", he motions with his small plump hand.
His whip hits my calves causing me to stumble. I can feel the thick blood trickle down to my ankles, and dry out by the sweltering heat. We walk past the cavern until we find a small tent.
"Get in." He shoves me.
I hit the floor hard. There will be yellowish bruises on my knees by the morning, but none of that matters because I have nothing left to live for anymore. What little hope I had to be set free one day died the moment I realized that I wouldn't make it out of here alive. I guess I should be thankful that I've lived to my sixteenth year but all I feel is a deep sense of emptiness both in my heart and in my spirit.
Coming to the conclusion that I can't lie helplessly on the ground any longer I push the pain away and use the last of my strength to stand up. There is a small cot to the side and a mattress on the floor right next to it. I hear a shuffling noise behind me. Out of nowhere a man wearing a pinstripe suite with a red tie stands in front of me. His face is strikingly beautiful with flawless pale white skin and large round black eyes.
I take a step back and try to put some distance. Who is this strange man? And what does he want with me?
He grins wickedly and moves a strand of greasy hair from my face. "Such a prize." He whispers. His cool breath tickles my skin. Goose-bumps form on the back of my neck and along the tops of my arms. "The fun we could have. It is unfortunate, isn’t it? But, then again, you wouldn’t say anything would you?"
Frozen in place, I lose myself in the pool of his dark eyes. I cannot remember where I am, or who I am. There is just him and me. All I know is that I crave his touch. I want him to caress me, to release this foreign desire that is growing inside of me.
He chuckles. "So eager to please Me." I quiver as he lifts his hand and touches my cracked bottom lip. I can feel the area between my thighs start to ache. "Don’t fret, my love." he murmurs softly.
A whimper escapes my throat.
His fingers trace down my cheek to my collar bone. I know he might kill me but for some reason I don’t seem to care. It's like we are the only two living souls in the dessert.
I hesitantly lean in fill to that final gap between us.
"Enough!" a loud voice booms. A tall blond man enters the tent. He's holding a cane with both hands placed firmly on the silver handle. His dark blue eyes focus intently on the man who is holding me in place.
"Artamis, I did not here you come in." The man standing next to me says. I wince as his grip on me slowly crushes the circulation in my arm. I look up at him trying to catch his attention but his deadly gaze is focused on Artamis.
"Tsk.Tsk.Tsk. She is not yours to play with, Declan, although I can see why she would have such a hold on you." the blond man, Artamis, searches my face in a calculating gaze. His eyes roam down my body and land on my arm where Declan's grip is.
Declan quickly releases me and hesitantly backs away.
I don’t know who is more dangerous; the man who has a strange effect on me, or Artamis the scary blond who, by the looks of it, can easily kill the both of us.
In a flash Artamis roughly grabs Declan by his collar and shoves him out of the tent.
I want to scream for help but it will not do any good. My throat is too dry. I try licking my lips but I don't have enough saliva. If Artamis doesn't kill me then I will die in the dessert due to dehydration. Besides, even if I can muster up enough strength to call out for help no one would hear us. Who would help a girl not even fit to be an Undesirable?
Artamis looks at me and smiles allowing me to see his pearly white teeth flash a brilliant white against his dark skin. "Finally we are alone."
He walks up to me so that we are standing just inches from each other. "Don’t be frightened child."
He grips my chin and forces me to look at him. I wince at his cold strong grip.
I look deeply in his dark glistening eyes. "You will not remember any of this." Artamis says slowly.
I try to shake off the dizziness in my head but I can't. The space around me spins in circles. I take a step forward but stumble and fall into his strong arms. Something sharp pierces my neck. I scream out in pain, but it only comes out as a soft mumble. It feels like my blood is on fire, the sensation exploding from my head and all the way down to my toes. My heart beats up faster, and then slows down until I can hardly breathe.
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