Chapter 1 Chapter 1

"You guys fucking suck." I muttered as we walked

into the pulsing black-light club.

"Come on my little exotic friend, let's party!" My

friend Amanda squealed in my ear.

It was my 18th birthday, and I was dressed in a tight

red dress that wouldn't fit an 8-year old boy.

Thick black winged makeup caked my face, and my

lips were painted a bright red.

My ink black hair hung down and long around my

shoulders, and I almost face-planted in the
high-heeled stilettos that I was forced into.

Fuck. My. Life.

"Happy Birthday Calla!" My friends screamed over
the rave music as we walked in.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at them as we made our

way to the dance floor.

I was with my friends Amanda, Brie, and Stacy, and

they kidnapped me. They're absolutely psycho, last
week, they blew up my neighbors mailbox with
fireworks. For no fucking reason.

Stacy got pulled over for speeding, and she dabbed

when the officer asked for her registration.

I sighed.

Hundreds of people were crowded on the floor, the

stench of alcohol and smoke flooded my lungs as I
swayed to the rave music.

White lights flashed through my vision as I saw Stacy

grinding into some guy as he was kissing the side of
her neck.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of rough hands grab my hips,

and I turned around to see some drunk college guy
who smelled like cologne and booze.

"Hey gorgeous." He said as his hands gripped my

hips.

My eyes widened as I made a weak attempt to pull

out of his grasp.

He ignored my attempted as his unfocused eyes

roamed all over me. He pulled me close to him, I felt
his hard-on through the thin fabric of my dress and
using more force, I pulled out of his grasp. My heart
was pounding.

I turned away from him and ignored his calls as I

pushed past through the sweaty bodies and walked
over to my friend Brie.

"Hey, um I'm not having a lot of fun, and I think I

should go-"

She cut me off by dragging me off the dance floor,

and to the bar.

"Simon!" She screamed over the music, and the

bartender came over to us. She stood on her tip
toes as she leaned over the bar.
He was handsome, with light hair and light eyes, he
was well built and he had a friendly look to him.

"Hey Brie, who's your friend?" He asked, his voice

raised over the music.

She pulled me to the front of the counter, and I

smiled at Simon.

"This is Calla! It's her Birthday and she wants

something that will give her the confidence to grind
on every horny bastard that she sees!" Brie yelled
with a devious grin.

I frowned, "no no, I'm fine."

His smile grew, "what's that accent? Are you

Russian?"

"Yeah, I moved down a few years back." I said loudly

over the aching music.

"Yeah, who gives a fuck, just give her some good

stuff!" Brie screamed, and I frowned at her choice of
words.

He looked at me and boyishly smiled, "of course,

anything for Brie's stunning Russian friend. Give me
a second." He said as he turned around the corner.

"Isn't he just the fucking cutest?" she squealed, her

bleach blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she
bounced up and down.

"Yeah, he's adorable." I rolled my eyes as I turned

back to the counter in time to see Simon set down a
bluish drink.

"What's this?" I asked him.

"Bottoms up" was all he said, he grinned, "if you feel

like fucking later, I get off at midnight." He winked
at me and nodded to Brie before he left to attend to
another customer.

I rolled my eyes at his choice of words.

"Drink it bitch!" Brie screamed as she downed a shot

of her own.

I furrowed my eyebrows before downing the

burning liquid.
I coughed as it stung my throat and tears sprung
into my eyes.

I felt the burning liquid making its way down my

throat and my head began to feel light almost
instantly.

"The hell is that?" I squeaked as I smashed the glass

on the table.

"That, my Russian crumpet, is the key to happiness

and sex, and sex is happiness! Now let's go dance!"

I sighed as I followed her to the dance floor, and

through every step I felt myself becoming undone.

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Hours later I found myself making out with some
guy on the dance floor, his hands cupped my ass as
he pulled me impossibly close to him. I breathed
into him as I pressed my hands flat on his chest.

I don't even remember how I got to this point, my

lips were moving in sync with his, but I didn't really
feel his lips, it was like I was on autopilot, and now it
was time for me to take control. The numbness was
starting to pass.

I pulled away from the guy, sweat glistened his face

as he began to kiss his way down my neck and his
hands rode up my dress.

I frowned, this was not going well, at this rate, we

would end up having sex, and I did not want to lose
my virginity to some random guy I met at a club.
I pushed away from him, his dark eyes frowned at
me as I turned away from him.

He began to come after me, but I turned on my

heels and ran towards the bar.

"Simon, hey Simon!" I yelled.

Light haired poked up from the counter, "my little

Russian girl, I get off in twenty, my place or yours?"

I frowned, "what? No." I took a step back "have you

seen Brie?"

He paused, "yeah she left with some guy about an

hour ago."
I shook my head, "what? No, she wouldn't leave."

He shrugged, "sorry."

I held my head in my hands as it began to pound,

"um, have you seen those other two girls I came
with? Amanda and Stacy?"

"Stacy's the shorter one with a pixi cut, right?"

I nodded desperately, hoping that he knew where

she was.

"She left about twenty minutes ago. But I think that

other girl you came with is still here, Amanda right?"

I nodded furiously, "da, yeah."

He scanned the crowd and then nodded towards
Amanda making out with some guy.

"Thank you." I said with a smile as relief flooded

through me.

"Remember, I get off at 12!" He yelled, but I was too

far in the crowd to reply as I ran over to Amanda.

"Hey! Amanda!" I yelled as I grabbed her shoulder,

"I want to go home."

She broke away from the guy, "I'm staying. Brie is

the one that drove here, go get her."

She smashed her lips to the guy again as he began

to openly grope her.
"She left!"

No reply.

"Amanda!"

She turned to me, "chill the hell out, okay? Go home

with some guy, have fun, we're not your babysitters,
okay?"

She didn't wait for me to respond because she went

back to kissing the guy. She was drunk, horny, and
possibly high. She would be zero help, even if she
wanted to be.

I felt panic wash through me.

I took in a deep breath and walked out of the club.

There has to be a taxi, I just need to go back to my

apartment.

"Blyad." I cursed under my breath as I looked up and

down the empty streets.

There wasn't a person in sight, the only sound was

the muffled rave music from inside the club.

It was pitch black outside, the street lamps

produced a dim light, the street illuminated the light
with a grey beam.

I pulled out my cellphone to call a cab, but there

was no signal.
Fuck you Verizon Wireless.

I pulled my arms around me and sighed as I began

making my way down the street. I refused to go
back into the club.

I continued walking, or at least attempting to walk.

I'm such a fucking clutz that every other step I
would trip and fall.

I continued walking, hoping I would come across a

public building with a landline of some sort, but it's
just my luck that all business are closed at 12pm.

A few blocks later, beaming headlights shone from

behind me, and I turned to see a sleek black car pull
up in front of me.
The windows were tinted, and I could see my
reflection in the glass.

I took a step back at the close proximity of the car,

and frowned as the passenger window slid down.

A man with dark hair and black sunglasses

appeared, his face was stern and expressionless as
he looked at me from behind his shades.

I took another step back, unsure of what to do,

when he said the two words that would change my
life forever.

"How much?"

I frowned at the shadowed man, in his expensive

looking car.

"Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization

dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire
through the reflection.

I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute."

I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was

aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic
washed through me.

"Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I

turned on my heels and ran.
Chapter 2 Chapter 2
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My heart was racing as I ran, I let out a panicked cry

as I heard multiple doors of the car open.

I kicked off my heels as I began sprinting, I turned

down an alley and dug my feet into the sharp rocks
of the gravel.

The edges of the stone sliced into my feet, and my

head pounded with anxiety and terror.

I heard their footsteps running close behind me, my

heart slammed through my chest as I ran.

I snuck a glance behind me and saw four shadowed

men behind me.
They were running. Fast.

I rounded a corner and swore under my breath as I

came to a dead-end. Two massive stone walls, and a
chain link fence blocked me in.

Most girls would either give up, and curl into a ball
and cry while these men do god knows what, but
I'm not most girls.

Adrenaline pumped through me as I ran to the

fence, and dug my feet into the wires, I held back a
cry as I felt the metal slice and cut through my foot.
I bit my tongue and raised myself over the massive
fence, my arms ached as I climbed.

I glanced behind me and saw them rounding the

corner.

"malen'kaya suka, poluchit' yeye. Teper'." I heard

one of the men shout.

Russian, they're speaking Russian. Holy fucking shit.

I swallowed down my fear, as I jumped off the top

of the fence.

I hit the ground, hard. I felt my knees give out as

they absorbed the shock, and I fell the the floor.

A stinging pain flooded through me as tears fell

down my face, my legs ached, and it felt like I had
fallen on a thousand knifes. Sharp rocks from the
gravel cut into my flesh as blood trickled down my
knees.
I swallowed down my tears as I pushed off the
gravel floor, I turned and saw as the men ran to the
fence.

I limped and cried out as I felt excruciating pain

flowing through my body.

I heaved for air as I ran, each step I felt a part of

myself breaking, fresh tears flowed down my face as
I ran, my right leg was stinging as I reached the end
of the wall and turned to see blinding lights.

There was a car!

Oh my god, "h-help!" I screamed as I saw someone

stepping out of the car.
It was a man, he frowned as he saw me running
towards him.

"P-please!" I whimpered, "there are these m-men,

and they're trying to-" I broke down sobbing as I ran
over to him.

I ran behind him as he held my shoulders, "sweetie

are you okay? What's going on? Are you hurt?"

Hot tears flooded down my face, as I pointed to the

four figures that emerged from the darkness,
"they're trying to t-take m-me."

He pushed me behind him as he looked at the men

approaching.

"Fellas, can you please leave the girl al-"

Bang.

I felt something spray onto my face as the man in

front of me fell to the floor.

I froze, oh my god. They killed him.

The shadowed men approached me, and the one

that shot the guy slid his gun into his suit jacket.

The dead mans blood was sprayed on me as I stood

there, tears fell down my face as I stood in shock.

I was trembling, my eyes blurred as I took a timid

step back.
Dread and hysteria burned through me as one of
them stood in front of me.

They wore all black, their eyes shaded by tinted

sunglasses, they stood expressionless.

"dorogusha, shhh. It's okay." One of them cooed to

me.

I shook my head as he approached me, my body

was trembling and shaking as I tried to take another
step back.

He reached out and grabbed me, his hands gripping

my wrist as I tried to pull away.

I tried to let out a scream, but he covered my mouth

with a gloved hand.
He gripped me in a steel hold, and I let my hot tears
fall freely.

I'm going to die.

The realization dawned through me as I struggled.

He turned me around, my back was pressed into

him as he held me in place, his gloved hand still firm
around my mouth. I felt his free hand tuck my hair
behind my ear.

"Shhh, Princess, It'll be over soon..."

My eyes widened, but before I could process

anything, a white cloth pressed into my nose and
mouth.
I let out a muffled scream as I struggled, I let myself
go limp, but instead of falling, I felt someone catch
my body, and hold me as I thrashed. I held my
breath, but I felt the chemicals from the cloth
flooding my senses.

My legs kicked and I flailed my arms, but the second

I inhaled, I felt myself slowing down.

The pain from the mens grip on me slowed down

and faded, the stinging from the cuts on my leg
became numb.

My eyes began fluttering, but I fought to keep them

open, the hot trail from my tears went cold. I felt my
body go cold, the struggle I was putting up ceased,
and as I took in one last shaking breath, numbness
flooded through me, and my whole world went
black.

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Chapter 3 Chapter 3
When a loss of sight is endured, other senses
become enhanced.

Darkness.

All I saw, was the blackness that made me dread

what was to come next.

I opened my eyes to find darkness, the haze that

filled my eyes and mind burned.

I felt something covering my eyes and the

realization dawned on me.

The men last night. They killed the guy that tried to
help me, and they took me.

Anxiety rushed through my mind as I pulled on my

wrists, something tightened on them, and I groaned.

I'm tied up.

I bit down on my trembling lips as I held back my

tears.

Oh my god, they're going to kill me.

I froze when I heard voices.

There were multiple footsteps and I stayed perfectly
still as they spoke.

"ona ustroila draku, glupaya suka . No ona stoit

togo, chto ty yeye vide?"

She put up a fight, stupid bitch. But she's worth it,

have you seen her?

Me, they're talking about me. What do they mean

'worth it' ?

They're keeping me alive, but why?

They thought I was a prostitute, they carry

weapons, speak Russian, and aren't afraid to kill
innocents.
The worst possible case flooded my mind. Human
trafficking, the Russian Mafia.

I bit back a cry as I focused on listening.

"poluchit' yeye ochishchennym vverkh dlya

auktsiona i postavit' yeye s drugimi"

get her cleaned up for the auction, and put her with
the others

Auction? Oh my god.

I let out an involuntary cry and froze as their talking

ceased.

"Ona ne spit."
She's awake

I felt someone walk over to me and whimpered as

my blindfold was torn off.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the room, three

men stood before me.

I sucked in a breath and pressed myself to the wall

behind me.

They were massive men, their faces hidden in the

shadows of the stone room.

"Sweetheart, what is your name?" The man closest

to me asked as he kneeled before me.
I flinched at his accent, it was strong and Russian,
his face was stern and pale.

This was, from what I assumed, the Russian Mafia.

These men were dangerous no matter what they
said.

They killed a man who was trying to help me.

I was a born Russian, I had only moved to America a

few years ago, I was fluent in the language, and I
knew more than others about the Mafia. They were
ruthless and bloodthirsty.

They didn't know I spoke Russian, and if I could

control my accent, I could continue to understand
what they were saying without them knowing.
"Calla. My name is Calla." I said slowly.

The man in front of me nodded in approval, "and

your last name?"

My last name was Levkin, and it was Russian.

If they decided to look my name up, they would see

I was Russian, they would see my past, and think the
worst.

I couldn't give my real name.

"Evans." I said, my body was trembling as I pressed

myself closer to the wall and hoped they didn't see
through my lie.
He hummed, "beautiful, little Calla, will you come
with me?"

I looked past him at the men as they watched

intently.

"Do I have a choice?" I was trying hard to push my

accent down, and so far it was working, I sounded
American.

A small amused smile passed his lips, "no. I suppose

you don't."

His eyes didn't reach his smile, his eyes showed

anger, rage, and blood.

He didn't wait for me to say anything, because in

one small movement, I was up my hands still tied
behind me, he gripped my arm in a bruising hold.

I bit down on my tongue as the ropes cut into my

wrists.

"Can you untie me?" I spoke slowly, fearing that I

mode divulge my accent if I spoke too quickly.

He looked at me, his eyes untrusting, "I don't know,

from what I heard, you put up quite a chase. You're
a fast little girl. You climbed a thirteen-foot iron
gate, and got an innocent killed."

I bit my tongue from screaming at him. I did not get

that man killed, I did not pull the gun.

"If you promise not to run, because I swear to you

little one, if you run, you will be punished. We don't
need damaged goods." His demonic eyes warned
me.

I nodded slowly.

Damaged goods?

My lower lip trembled but I said nothing.

He pulled a blade from his jacket pocket, and cut

the rope.

My arms ached as I rubbed them, dark bruises

surrounded my wrists.

He grabbed my arm, and pulled me with him as he

dragged me out of the room.

"You need to get cleaned up" he said as he yanked

me down a dim hall "you have another mans blood
on you. "

We stopped outside a metal door and he pushed me

inside.

It was a bathroom, poorly lit with grey tiled floors.

"Strip." He muttered gruffly.

I froze, my eyes went wide and my blood went cold.

"Wha-"
"You need to shower, you smell like blood. Get in
the fucking shower."

I looked into the shower stall, there wasn't a

curtain.

"There's no curtain..."

His arms were crossed as he leaned against the

door, his eye brow cocked.

"What are you? A fucking princess? Sorry to tell you,

but if you're not comfortable with getting naked in
front of me, you're in for a hell of a ride."

He found this funny. I had never been sexually

intimidate with anyone before, sure, there were
guys that liked me, and wanted those things, but it
wasn't my scene.

Sure, I was confident with my body, but not so much

that I was fine with getting naked and showering in
front of a total stranger. Not to mention, this
stranger was a murderer, rapist, thief, and in the
Mafia.

"You have about three seconds to strip, or I will do it

myself, and trust me, you don't want that."

My lip trembled as I shrugged out of my dress, the

material fell into a bloody pile at my feet, and I was
left in a bra and lacy underwear.

His evil eyes took me in, he looked me up and down,

he made no attempt to hide the sudden bulge in his
pants as he nodded for me to take off the rest.
Tears welled in my eyes as I unhooked my bra, and
slid off my underwear.

I folded my arms in front of me and blinked away

the hot tears as I stepped into the cold stall.

I turned on the water and flinched as the cold water

sprayed my face.

His bulge only grew, and I felt my tears mixing in

with the water as he stared at me.

I turned my back to him and trembled, my hands

shook as I washed the blood out of my hair, the red
mixed in with the water as I scrubbed.

The cold numbed my body as I silently cried.

Suddenly the water turned off and I was pulled out
of the shower, my head slammed against the tile
and my vision blurred.

He held me against the wall, the bulge in his pants

was pressed against me, he stood so close to me I
felt his breath on my neck.

He lifted me completely off the ground, his strength

was frightening.

He roughly grabbed my throat, "I could fuck you

right here, suka. No one needs to know."

I coughed and sobbed as he pressed himself harder

against me.
No, please no.

Fresh tears streamed down my face.

"Virgin" I coughed "I-I'm a virgin." I hoped that

would mean something. I know that girls go for
more if they're a virgin, although I don't want to be
sold at all, I would do anything to prevent the
situation that was about to unfold.

His lust-filled glare faded, and he let go of my

throat.

He pushed off of me and I fell to the floor, I sucked

in a breath as I coughed. My eyes watered as I
struggled for oxygen.

He threw a stringy white robe at me, "get changed,

now. Do it fast, or I'll drag you out of here naked."

He gave my body another glance as I slipped into

the over sized robe and tied the string around me.

The second I was finished, he grabbed me and

yanked me out of the room, my heart was still
racing as he led me down another hall.

"W-where are we going?" I asked, I pushed my

accent down through the panic.

"Shut the fuck up." He growled as he shoved me

into another room.

I stumbled into the room. It was a small space, with

racks of clothes, and a mirror stand that was filled
with makeup.
A tall woman stood in the center, her hair was
pulled tightly up into a bun, her expression
indifferent.

"Get her ready for the auction today." The man

muttered gruffly as he stepped back to the side of
the room and watched.

"Come here." The woman said in a monotone, her

painted lips formed into a straight line.

I walked over to her as she looked at me, she pulled

my arms straight out to my side as she looked at
me.

She observed me, her dark eyes trailing from over

my face to my legs.
"Good figure" she said as she motioned for me to
turn "very slim" She nodded.

"Long hair" she said as she held my dark wet hair in

her hands, "blue eyes" she looked at my face, "very
exotic, where did you find her?"

She asked the satanic man, as if I wasn't even there.

He glanced at me, "an alley."

"Where are you from?" She asked, her question

directed towards me this time.

"New York" I lied, my voice shaky.

I held my gaze, hoping that they wouldn't see
through my lie, but she didn't seem to care, she was
already focusing on some clothes on the rack.

She picked out a black dress and folded it on the

rack.

She snapped her fingers at me, "sit, now."

She pointed to the chair by the makeup stand and I

shakily sat.

My eyes flickered to the man in the corner and I

flinched at his deathly gaze that was focused on me.

"Hey" she snapped again "look at me"

I broke my gaze as she pulled out a brush and began
painting my face.

"Your eyes are puffy, stop crying." She muttered.

I bit my lips as she continued to paint my face.

It was similar to when Brie was doing my makeup.

She was pushy and bossy, like Brie.

Brie. A tear threatened to escape my eyes, but I

swallowed down a sob.

I closed my eyes as she painted my face, she slicked

eyeliner on my face, and swiped a tube of lipstick
over my lips.
She then began drying my hair, leaving it curled
around my waist.

Ten minutes later she snapped her fingers to signal

she was done.

She handed me the dress, "change."

The mans gaze was still on me, she looked at him

and pointed to the door.

"Out."

He stood his place and gave her an icy glare.

"If you want this girl ready for the auction, you will
leave. I don't think you would want to lose
something worth so much."

He gave me another death look before walking out.

"Change, now" her voice was less harsh as she

handed me the dress and undergarments.

I nodded to her in thanks but she ignored me.

I slipped out of the robe and shivered as I slid on the

bra and thong. I pulled on the flimsy fabric, it was
short, revealing, and sleeveless.

I zipped up the back and stood with my arms

crossed.

"W-where am I going?" I asked slowly.

She rested a painted hand on her hip, "look, little
girl, if you want to survive this, you need to shut up
and take what they throw at you. Don't try to be
better than it, you're not, don't try to escape, you
can't, don't cry, and certainly do not beg" she
looked me up and down

"don't try to be smart, brains isn't going to get you

out of this. You're very beautiful, that's not a
compliment. That's the truth. Your beauty is all that
you have now. Bite your tongue, and be strong. It's
your only hope."

I felt the tears weld in my eyes but I did not cry. I

nodded as I trembled, my mind was going numb and
I felt myself shaking.

"Put these on" she shoved a pair of heels at me,

"and sit down, you have bruises and cuts all over
your legs."

I shook as I slid the stilettos on, my fingers shook as

I buckled the clamp.

I sat in the seat as she covered the bruises and cuts

with makeup.

I needed to survive this. I had to do it, even if it

meant losing every ounce of my humanity, I needed
to do it.

I'll survive now, and cry later.

I'm smarter than this, I am not who they think I am, I

have an advantage. I will get out of this alive, I will
take the beatings, rape, pain, and torture, because
at least I know I am better than who they think I am.

Who knows, maybe for the first time in history, the

Russian Mafia will have mercy on me because I am
not what they think. I am not dirty, I will not let
myself succumb to the evil of the Mafia. I am not
what they think.

I am not a prostitute.

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The satanic man pulled me through the halls, his
hands rough against my skin.

He pulled me in front of a door and knocked.

I felt panic wash through me as I waited for
whatever terror was behind the door.

My hands shook by my side as he looked at me, his

eyes unmoving.

"W-what's going to happen?" I asked carefully as his

grip on me loosened.

He glared at me, his eyes stone, and he said nothing.

He seemed to be contemplating whether I was even

worth answering.

He finally spoke, "just do as you're told. When you

go in there, stand still, and when you're asked a
question, answer it. Don't lie. This is probably the
last time we will ever talk." He said gruffly.

"A-Are you one of the men that took me?" I asked.

He scoffed, and gave me a look that said 'do you

really think I'm going to answer that'

"You s-said it yourself. You will never speak to me

again. I just need some answers." I refused to beg.

He frowned his dark brows as he looked down on

me, "yes. I was."

"You do know...that I'm not a prostitute, I was just

walking home from m-my birthday p-party.." I was
trying to get this man to feel something, anything. I
was trying to control the tears that were filling my
stomach and I swallowed down a cry.
His eyes went a little wide with surprise, but he said
nothing. His eyes remained cold.

His eyes were dark and he finally looked away from

me almost as if he couldn't look at me.

I noticed a scar on his chin, it was faint and faded,

from a long time ago. Black ink covered his arms and
neck. Drawings and symbols that I didn't know.

I frowned as I black inked writing along his neck, it

read.

"вы ложь , и я правда"

It was old Russian for "you are a lie, and I am the

truth."
I frowned at the writing, wondering what it meant,
but it was hard concentrate, all I wanted to was cry.

The tattoo had to mean something to him.

Even a man as cruel as him, had things that were

important to him. Maybe I could hit a 'soft spot' and
he would take pity on me.

He wouldn't have permanently inked a saying onto

him, if it was useless.

I needed to be smart. I couldn't cry, men like him

don't feel anything for crying girls.

They're killers at heart.

"What's your name?" I asked suddenly.

It was a stupid question, I know.

Because why the fuck would it matter?

But I guess I wanted to know because I wanted to

know someone. Anyone. It didn't matter that this
man tried to rape me in a filthy bathroom only an
hour ago.

When I get sold off to some murderous rapist, I

want to have the knowledge that I at least knew
someone from this hell.

He looked at me, his eyebrows pulled together, his

jaw set, and his eyes looked dangerous.
The door opened and I felt him grab me, but this
time it was a little softer, a little less angry.

His callused fingers gripped me a little lighter.

Before he pushed me in, he whispered in my ear.

"Afanas. My name is Afanas."

And with that, he pushed me in.

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Dim lights greeted me. The room was silent, and I

stared through a one-way glass that bled my
reflection.
What kind of questions are they going to ask...

I frowned at my reflection, and tried to avoid

looking.

I really did look like a prostitute.

The crinkle of the intercom came on, and a woman's

monotone voice came on.

I felt myself panicking at the thought of all the men

that were probably staring at me through the glass.

"Calla Evans?" The voice called.

I nodded shakily.
"Age?"

"E-Eighteen." I felt like crying.

"Where were you born?"

Russia "N-New York." I stuttered.

Another pause.

"Approximately how many times have you had

sexual intercourse?"

I felt like dying.

"I-I'm a virgin."

There was a long pause.

I stared at my small figure trembling in the mirror.

I am pathetic.

I shook as I waited for the voice to come on.

"The auction is about to take place. Stay quiet and

do what you're told."

I frowned, confusion flooded through my head

when suddenly blinding lights flooded the room.

I felt my eyes adjusting and suddenly the voice came

back on.

"Introducing Calla Evans, or as most of you know

her as 'the runner' " I frowned.

"Calla is 18 years old, approximately 5"7 and 120

pounds. Her hair is naturally black, and her eyes are
a light blue. She is known to be quite 'fiery'. Calla is
a virgin, her innocence makes her more valuable.
With her natural exotic beauty and pristine figure,
Calla will be our most expensive object."

I felt tears weld in my eyes but I said nothing.

I'm a object. I'm not even human.

"The bidding will start at 50,000$"

'Beep

The prices starting shooting up, and after each ring

that signaled a bid, I felt myself losing a part of me.

My jaw trembled as the prices went past 100,00$

I felt like throwing up.

Then 200,000$

I felt a white blur passing over my vision, and it

faded when the final price rang out.

"Sold, for "775,000$. Mr. Velkov, your purchase will

be delivered immediately."
I let out a cry and covered my face with my hands
and sunk to my knees.

Sobs escaped my lips as I realized that my soul had

just been taken from me.

Velkov. I know that name. It sounded familiar.

The lights suddenly blacked out and I felt myself

being grabbed and dragged out of the room.

The dim lights of the hallway greeted me and Afanas

came into view.

A man stood next to him, his eyes grazing down me

and they stopped at my breasts.
"vzyat' yeye k bossu."

Take her to the boss

The man next to Afanas growled.

I frowned, boss?

Oh my god. The Mafia Boss?

That's where I know Velkov from.

Afanas pulled a black cloth from his pocket, and

suddenly it was over my head and I was blind.

I tried to pull free from him. I really did.

I flailed my arms and kicked but he was on me.

I tried to bite him through the cloth but he was

wearing thick gloves and he kept walking.

His hands wrapped tightly around my waist and I

felt the other man wrap his hands around my legs. I
was off the ground.

They began quickly, walking me somewhere, and I

felt myself panicking through each step they took.

The man holding my legs seemed to enjoy this.

"ona ognennaya , kak trakhayutsya . Bozhe, chto ya

khotel by sdelat' , chtoby byt' v sostoyanii zagnat'
etu malen'kuyu devstvennuyu kisku."
She's fiery as fuck, what I would do to be able to
pound this little virgin pussy.

I flinched at his words and I felt his arms raise a little

higher on my legs until they rested high on my
thighs.

I whimpered. I felt so fucking useless. I couldn't do

anything. All I could do was scream and protest. I
could do absolutely nothing.

"No. Boss would know." Was all Afanas said, in

English almost as if he wanted me to know. He
wanted me to know that he just prevented
something terrible from happening. It was almost as
if he was going to expect me to return this 'favor'.
I was too busy trying to struggle free to care.

We walked down a set of stairs, and turned into a

darker, musty space.

Probably a garage. They said I was going to be

'delivered'.

I felt the creepy man letting go of my legs and

Afanas caught my weight.

He hoisted me up until he was carrying me in his

arms.

His hands gripped me in a bruising hold.

I heard a car door open and suddenly I was tossed

in, and the door was slammed behind me.

The car started up, and I curled into a ball.

I felt the kind of emotional pain inside of me that

stings. The kind that you know, no matter what you
do, it won't go away. It's the kind of sadness that
hurts, I felt useless, and dead.

As the car picked up speed, I felt myself accepting

this terrifying fate.

I am no longer the girl who escaped Russia where

her family was killed.

I am no longer the girl with the psychotic friends

who weren't even real friends.
I am no longer going to be a happy, innocent girl.

I was going to make this... 'Velkov's' life hell.

He payed over half a million dollars for me, if I'm not

what he likes....he can fuckin suck it.

I am not who I used to be.

If I live through it, I will built a wall around the little

humanity I have left. If I actually survive this, I will
never be the same.

If .

Not when.
Just 'if'

If, is all I have left.

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Chapter 5 Chapter 5
After an hour of driving, I felt someone leaning over
me and taking off the bag that was over my head.

Afanas sat, unsmiling, in the seat in front of me.

Two-9-millimeter pistols were shoved into his jeans

as it was the most casual thing in the world.

I tried to look out the tinted window, but all I could

see was shapes and outlines of the road as we
drove.

I turned my gaze to Afanas.

He could have been incredibly good looking...you

know, if he wasn't exactly who he was.

Dark eyes and dark hair, with a tall, indestructible

build.

My eyes kept glancing to his tattoo.

"You are a lie, and I am the truth..." I mumbled

softly, repeating the Russian words his tattoo read.

His eyes darted towards me, "what did you just

say?"
I leaned back in my seat stiffly, "n-nothing."

He leaned forward, "it was fucking something. What

did you just say?"

I shook my head, "it's just your t-tattoo." I motioned

towards his neck.

His hand went to his neck and he gently touched it.

"It's in Russian. How did you know what it said?"

I shook my head, FUCKFUCKFUCK. Why can't I EVER

just keep my goddamn mouth fucking shut?

I opened my mouth, but no explanation came out.

He sat forward and his face came close to mine.

"Have you understood everything that we have

been saying? Do you speak Russian?"

There was absolutely no way out of this.

"I..uh.." I couldn't find anything to say.

"ty govorish' na russkom yazyke?"

Do you speak Russian?

My lip quivered and I nodded.

He cursed under his breath.

"You're not a spy, right?" He asked, his eyes were

deadly.

I shook my head, "no no no, I swear."

"If you're a spy I will fucking slit your throat right

now. I'd be doing Velkov a favor."

I let out a silent sob and lowered my head.

"Hey, hey." He grabbed my chin, and I felt his nails

cut into my skin. "You tell no one, okay? Do you
fucking hear me? They will kill you. If they find out,
they'll think you're a spy, or someone sent to kill the
boss."
"W-why do you care?" I asked, and winced as

I felt his nails dig into me.

"I don't." He muttered as he pushed off of me, and

my head hit into the window.

"Y-You won't tell anyone?" I asked quietly.

"Net. I won't."

I swallowed down my tears, and I felt relief flooding

through me.

"You don't look like a New Yorker." He muttered,

"you don't even fucking talk like one. Work on your
accent, when you cry, your Russian accent comes
out, and stop crying. It's annoying as hell."

I nodded and set my jaw to keep it from quivering.

"Why are you even in America?" He asked. He

closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, his hand
brushing against his pistols.

"A few years back. My parents were killed in a

shooting, and I..." I shrugged "I needed to get
away."

He said nothing , no condolences, no questions.

"Do you know the answer?" I asked "to the riddle"

"Of course I fucking do. Its permanently tattooed on

my goddamn neck" he shook his head, his eyes still
closed "do you?"

I think I did, I was thinking about it a lot.

"I think it's life and death. Life is a beautiful lie that
everyone lives and chooses to believe, and death is
the evil truth that people refuse accept.

Death is the only truth in this world, and people live

believing in life to cope with the raw truth of
death." I shrugged.

I didn't know if it was right, but it was the only thing

that made sense.

I looked back to Afanas to see his eyes open and

staring at me. The second I looked at him, they
closed, but the tips of his lips pointed ever so
slightly up. An action that most people wouldn't
notice. But I did, and this half-smile was enough to
know I was right.

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A few hours later the car fell to a stop, and the

doors flew open.

Afanas looked at me, an understanding fell between

us, a secret.

Men surrounded the car and I felt myself being

pulled out.

My heels hit the concrete and I felt myself stumble

back.
I hit into something hard, like a fucking wall, and my
heels slipped out from under me.

I fell to the ground and stiffened when I looked at

the shadow of the wall.

Not a wall. A man.

My hands shook and I slowly turned my head until I

was looking into the eyes of Satan himself.

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