CHAPTER 2_Don't Touch Me

She was pushed into a car, and throughout the ride, there was silence. She didn't know if anyone was sitting close to her because of the blindfold on her face. She tried to free her hand from the clutches of the handcuff in her hand, but it wouldn't bulge. She cursed; she had not glanced at it when she was given the chance either.

The car came to a halt, and she was pulled out of the car. Thrown over someone's shoulder, and he was walking towards a place she couldn't see. She didn't try to kick because it was of no use and her body was tired from all the stress and drugs she had passed through.

She heard the door open, and then she heard his hard voice in the background. Sure enough, it wasn't him who was carrying her. He had admitted that she was too dirty, and he could not have her stain him.

"Take her to the room at the end of the passage, where my room is located."

That was all he said, and she felt the person nod. He began walking again, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She heard the sound of a button punching and then the sound of a door closing. The man stood still, and she wondered where they were.

An elevator?

A couple of seconds passed, and he was walking again. She heard the knob of a door turning and opening. She wasn't expecting what happened next. She was thrown over on the bed; she landed with a thud, and the next thing wasThe blindfold was pulled out of her eyes.

She looked around and found that she was in a room. She watched the man unclasp the handcuff from her hand. After all, it was a handcuff, if she had known that it was one. She would have gotten herself out of it. The man turned around and left, closing the door behind him. She sprang to her feet and began hitting the door as she heard the lock turn from outside.

"Open the door! You can't lock me in here, motherfucker. Open the door, or I promise to break down this door, you ugly pig. You are so ugly that a baby would rather cry than look at you." She snarled.

She held the door knob and tried opening it. It was locked; she pulled the doorknob tightly, like the door was going to open miraculously.

"I told you to open the door, goddammit!" She yelled, kicking the door.

She moved backwards, ran over to the door, and slammed her sides into it. She fell back to the ground, grunting and clutching her arm. She sat on the floor and raised her knee to her chest. She placed her head on her knee, and tears began trickling down her cheeks.

Her life had been a living hell for her, and staying locked up in a room was the worst thing she never wanted to happen to her. Just like when she was five, she was locked inside a room like this, and her mother was killed.

The door opened, revealing a woman. Sofia leaped to her feet and glanced at the woman. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. The woman was wearing long trousers with a long black mini-top. The woman held a pair of scissors in her hand.

"Lock the door." She said it to someone behind her.

Sofia looked past the woman to the other woman behind her. The other woman locked the door and placed the keys in her pocket.

"The name is Marie." The first woman said "I want you out of that dress."

Sofia looked at the woman with a horrified look on her face. She wondered why the woman wanted her out of the dress. She was not ready to get rid of the dress she was wearing, and there was no way she was going to feel comfortable in a house she was forced to live in.

"Get away from me!" She snapped. "You can't walk into this room and ask me to take off my dress!''

"We weren't asking." The second woman chimed in. "We were going to take it off whether you liked it or not."

"There is no way you are going to do that!" Sofia yelled.

The woman approached her, and she backed away.

"Don't you dare touch me! Don't you fucking touch me; get away from me!''

Marie, who was holding the scissors, approached her. Sofia's eyes were on the scissors as the woman approached her.

"What are you going to do with the scissors?" She questioned.

Marie smiled at her. "I am just going to use it to cut that dress into shreds and pull them away from you."

"I said no." Sofia barked. "Don't you dare come close to me."

The woman ignored her and approached. Marie was about to touch her; she raised her leg and swung it skillfully in the air. Her leg caught the second woman in the head while Marie ducked the leg. The second woman lost balance as she fell; her head hit a table, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

Marie glanced at the unconscious woman and lunged at Sofia. Sofia punched her in the nose before she could get any closer. Marie held her nose, and Sofia punched her again, this time harder, and Marie fell to the ground.

Sofia waved her hand, glancing at it. She kissed her hand and hurried to the second woman. She bent down and pulled the key out of the woman's pocket. She hurried to the door and pushed the key into the keyhole. She was going to be free and would never belong to anyone. She turned the key and opened the door.

She staggered and fell on her buttocks. She had not expected to find him there; his hands were folded, and he was glaring at her. She glanced back; it was too late to hide the bodies of the women in the room. He was the same man who had purchased her earlier. She wondered what he was doing in her room—no, his room. She shouldn't be calling the place her room.

He stepped into the room, and she crawled backward. He closed the door behind him and turned the key. She cursed silently for not attacking him when he stood by the door. She moved backwards until her back was hitting the bedwood.

He glanced around the room and back at her. His glare was colder now as he walked over to her and bent. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. Her gaze held his, and he smirked at her courage for being able to look him in the eye.

"You knocked them out?" He questioned.

"They tried to touch me!" She snapped. "No one touches other parts of my body except my hands and face."

His lips curled into a grin. "Well, I can touch any part of your body."

She tried to step back but couldn't because of the bed. He leaned in closer.

"I can touch every part of your body, and there is nothing you can do about it." He muttered.

"You're disgusting." She yelled in his face.

His grin only widened, and he placed a hand on her thighs. She moved to the side and pushed his hand away from her thighs. He placed them on her back and thighs and raised them to her hips.

"Now you will have to take off your clothes, like they had instructed."

She scurried away from him, her heart racing in her chest. He had asked her to take off her clothes, like she was a doll that he could dress and undress whenever he wanted. She walked over to the nearest table and braced herself on it.

"Get away from me." She yelled. "Don't fucking touch me."

He stood up and walked over to her. "I will take off the dress myself then."

He grabbed her hand as she tried to flee, and she screamed as he pulled her close to himself. He grabbed the sleeve of her dress and pulled it; the dress tore as he pulled it.

"Stop!" She yelled. "Don't!"

He ignored her, and she tried to struggle. He grabbed the other side of her dress and pulled it off. The sound of tearing clothes echoed around the room. Half of her gown was torn away from her body, and she crossed her arm over her chest to hide her lacy bras.

He pulled her off the table, carried her, and slammed her on the bed. He jumped on her and pinned her to the bed.

"Don't touch me! Fucking stop!" She yelled.

He pulled her hands from her chest and pinned them above her head. His other hand ripped off her bra; her big boobs were visible to him. His eyes roamed around her chest, staring at her breasts. She wriggled beneath him, trying to break free from his grip.

"Stop, don't touch me. Get away from me."

His gaze trailed down to her belly, and his hand trailed down and tore the remaining dress off her body. She began struggling harder than before; she was naked beneath him, only in pants. There was no way she was going to let him take that from her.

"Your boobs are bigger than they looked; now let's see what is beneath these pants."

She struggled beneath him as his hand slipped into her pants. No one had ever touched her there; she tried to pull her hand away from his, but he wouldn't bulge. She raised her knee, and it came into contact with his d*ck. He grunted in pain, his grip on her hand reduced. She retrieved her hand and tried to get off the bed.

He was quick to grab her and pin her back on the bed. "Well, slut. You hit the wrong spot; that wasn't my cock."

A surprised look crossed her face. She looked away from him and onto the bed stand. There was a pen sitting on the table; she grabbed it.

"At least I didn't miss this." She yelled.

She raised the pen and stabbed him in the arm.