I want to go home. I want to curl up in my bed and go to sleep, knowing my life is wonderful the way it is. I don't want to have to fear that my life is being risked because I was kidnapped by a bunch of attractive psychos. I'm so scared. The last time I was this scared it was because my parents-
Before I can even have the flashback of one of the most terrifying moments of my life, the large door swing open and two new men come inside. They have a knife and I immediately think they are going to hurt me, seeing as another man did not to long ago with the same weapon. I start to whimper and try to get out of the restraints but it's no use. The men just roll their eyes and go behind me, which makes me even more scared.
In a moment I feel the pressure of the rope being dug into my skin gone, along with the same pressure on my ankles. I roll my wrists, happy to be able to move them again, but that chance is taken away when I feel cool metal wrap around my wrists. Handcuffs.
I glance over my shoulder and see one of the men holding on to my arms tightly while the other leads the way out of the room. The man holding my arms shoved me and I trip over my feet. I just now realize my heels are gone. They were expensive too. Okay Ash, not the right time to complain about shoes.
I regain my balance and try to keep up with the pace of the two men, which proves to be difficult because it's almost like they are running and not walking. But the journey eventually stops when we make it to another door and they push me inside. There's a small beaten down cot in the corner with a thin sheet on top and a flat object that I'm guessing is a pillow. A small toilet stands in the corner with a small bucket next to it. In the center of the room is a large container type thing that has bottles of soap next to it, I'm assuming it's like a bathtub. But in reality, it looks like a jail cell with a little extra space.
The men undo the handcuffs and force me to sit on the bed. "Someone will be in here to clean your cheek and give you a change of clothes," he says with a very rough voice.
"It's in your best interest to do as we say and not try to run," the other man says. I just nod in agreement, wanting this men to leave. The both stalk out of the room and close the door behind them. I hear a small click, which signals that they've locked the door. I mean, it's not like I would've tried to escape anyway. I value my life. Like right now I'm sitting on my bed until the new person comes to give me new clothes. I didn't know if I was allowed to move in the small cold room, but I didn't want to risk it.
I curl my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I try my best to stay warm but it's hard when I have such minimal clothing on. The blanket that is on the bed, if you'd even call it that, is so thin that it feels as though there is nothing there. They may not kill me, but at this rate, I'll freeze to death.
After about ten minutes I hear the door click and I keep my head up to see who walked in. A woman, who looked to be in her forties, comes in with a sad smile. She has some clothes in her hand, along with a towel. On top of the stack of clothes there was a small white container. My guess is a first aid kit.
"Hi dear," the woman says in a soft tone. She looks way to nice to be with the rough looking men. "I'm Jill, I'm here to help you freshen up a bit." I just nod my head and wait for her next instruction. She sets the items she was carrying on the bed and notice that the shirt is long sleeved. Thank the lord for that.
"Where am I?" I squeal out, realizing how sore my throat is.
"I wish I could tell you," Jill says and she grabs my chin lightly. She turns to look at my cheek and lets out a small sigh. "You'll need a few stitches on the right cheek, but that's it. I have some numbing cream, but I have to clean the area first."
I just nod my head and let her work on my cheek. She rubs a wet cloth against my cheek to wipe to blood off my face, and to make sure the cut doesn't get infected. She puts on a white cream and tells me it'll take a few minutes before it starts to work. She does hand me a small water bottle and I happily drink it. The cold liquid feels great on my sore throat. At least someone here has some compassion. I do let her know that my cheek is starting to go numb and she tells me she's going to stitch up the wound. I close my eyes so I don't have to see the needle, also so I won't freak out from the pain.
After a bit she's finished with my stitches and tells me I have six, before she covers it with a piece of gauze. Luckily the pain was bearable, but I really wanted to cry. More for the fact that I've been kidnapped, but the pain would've given me an excuse. Once my cheek is taken care of she tells me to bathe in the tub that sits in the center of the room, and then to wear the clothes that's on my bed. I just nod and listen to what she's telling me to do.
"I'll try my best to see you every day dear," Jill says. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Umm Ashlynn," I whisper.
"I'll see you in the morning then Ashlynn," she says with a smile before she leaves the room. I wish she would've just taken me with her.
Once I hear the door click I slowly stand up from the bed, a wave of dizziness coming over me. I fall back on the bed and a pain shoots through my back. I must've messed it up when I fell back in the chair. I push the pain away and grab the clothes and slowly make my way to the tub. I strip out of the lingerie, which I'm so grateful for because it was so uncomfortable. I set my clothes down next to the tub, both the clean and dirty, before I slip into the tub, careful to not get me bandage wet. I grab the bottle next to the tub and it's a small three-in one-bottle. I'm not sure how long the bottle is supposed to last so I use a minimal amount on my hair and body.
After I take a quick bath I dry off with the small and rough towel before I slip on the new clothes. The shirt is black, but it's huge on me. It was probably made for a man, and here a twenty-three year old woman is wearing it. The pants aren't any better in regards to size. They are like prison pants and I roll them so they stay up better. I use the towel to dry the ground where water has gotten before I go over to the cot. I wrap myself in the thin sheet and try to gain some warmth after the cold bath.
Going to sleep is a struggle because of everything going through my head. I'm terrified that the men are going to come and torture me in my sleep, or worse kill me. The thought also comes in regards to my life. My whole life is changed from this point forward. This experience is going to haunt me forever, no matter what I do to ignore it. Which is just more shit to pile on to my shitty life.
After what feels like hours exhausting takes over and I fall asleep.
"Ashlynn Grace! Get your ass down here right now!" My mother yells. I cringe slightly, knowing what to expect when I hear that tone. I quickly get out of my small bed and run down to the kitchen, where my mom is waiting with an angry look on her face. "Why the hell is the house so dirty? I told you to clean today because we have guests coming over for dinner."
"I just got home from school, I was about to come down to-" but I get cut off by a slap to my cheek.
"You should've skipped school then. My reputation is more important than your education," she hisses and slaps me again. "Now get to cleaning, at this rate your dinner is slowly disappearing."
"Yes mother," I say quietly while going to the closet to grab cleaning supplies.
"She just started cleaning! Are you fucking kidding me?" A voice yells and I feel my eyes water up. That's my father. "Ashlynn! Once you are done you'll go straight to your room. No dinner tonight!" I reply with a yes sir before I get back to cleaning. I feel tears run down my cheeks and my dad keeps yelling about how pathetic and worthless I am.
When I finished cleaning the kitchen I go to the living room and see my mom reading a book on the couch. "Pathetic piece of shit, how long does it take to clean!" She grumbles and stands up, throwing her book at me. The book comes in contact with my stomach and I let out a small huff. Mom comes over to me and slaps me once more, adding in more comments on how worthless I am before she pushes me down and kicks my stomach.
Tears run down my face and I try to protect my body from the brutal kicks, but nothing works. Slowly I close my eyes and everything fades to black.
I jerk up into a sitting position and realize I'm not at my parents house, I've been kidnapped and placed into a dingy room. God, my nightmares will never go away. My parents have literally left memories in my mind that will torment me for the rest of my life. And since I had the nightmare, there is no more sleeping tonight, so I just sit on the cot and slowly rick myself back and forth, letting the tears fall down my cheeks.
Gage's POV:Bad news always follows good news in this family. My brother gets a heart transplant, which will surely improve his health, but I go to the base to discover that my men grabbed the wrong fucking girl! They had pictures and literally every piece of information they could ever need to know about her. Yet they grab a different girl. I don't care how alike they look, my men should be better than this. I storm towards my office, ignoring the looks my men are giving me as I exit the basement. The women who work for me have always been smarter. They know that if they look at me and I make eye contact with them, it will most likely not end well. My men on the other hand, they've always been too curious for their own good. I pass through the living room and stop. "Henry, Drake, move the girl to cell three. She'll be staying there for now." They instantly nod and hurry downstairs. I make my way to the maids quarters. It's a
Ashlynn's POV: The only thing on my mind is my parents. I can't even sleep without them disturbing it. And they live hours and hours away from me. At least I think they do. I'm not sure where I'm at anymore. I glance up for the first time and look around the dark room, and I see two figures in the corner. I let a scream, fearing that they'll come towards me. It's my parents, I know it is. They are here to get back at me for leaving. They are going to hurt me again. I can't do that. I let out another scream and I bury my face in my knees. They have to leave. I can't face them, I'm terrified. I hear footsteps stomping and I jerk my head up. I stare at the wall and let the tears fall down my cheeks. They're here. They found me. I'm dead. I hear a loud buzzing echo around me and I know it's over. It's hard to see, the only thing I can see is a bright light. What is happening! I want to go home. The sound of footste
Sitting alone in the dingy room has gave me a lot of time to think. I've accepted that my life is most likely over at this point in regards to my freedom. Even if I do survive, I have a feeling that they'll sell me or something like that. No one comes to see me, which I'm grateful for to an extent. I don't have to be manhandled by two guys who take me to another room so I can get screamed at. But at the same time Jill has been nothing but kind to me, which is weird considering my circumstances. She makes me feel a little safer when she's around, but that feeling disappears if she leaves. It makes me feel so vulnerable. Being alone also means being stuck with my dark thoughts. What if my family is here? What will they do after not seeing me for five years? They may not have been here physically but they've disrupted my sleep almost every night I've been away from them. I don't think I could handle seeing them again. I'd rather die than be tortured for not doing the smal
As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone. "Ashlynn, darling, here's some food," a soft voice says and I know it's Jill. I just nod my head and wait for her to leave. "I have to clean your bandage before I go." I don't give her any form on a response and she begins to clean the bandage. I keep my eyes closed as she goes through the process. After a few minutes Jill leaves the room and I open my eyes. It's the same meal as yesterday. But I got smart after yesterday, so I eat half the slice of bread. I take a few sips of my water before I put my meal under the cot. I glance over at the tub that's
Ashlynn's POV: "This is where the maids stay. We each have our own little room with a community area. Mr. Cutler always makes sure that we are well taken care of," Tori says as she shows me around where I'll be living until I die. "Umm, who's Mr. Cutler?" I ask. Right now I only know Jill and Tori's names. No one else's names have come up, well besides Iris's. Still confused about that but I ignore my own thoughts. "Mr. Cutler? He's the boss," she says as though it's obvious, "the man who orders everyone around. We only address him as sir and speak when he asks questions. He's a very private man and doesn't like to be disturbed." I just nod, glad to know this information. I only got a little glimpse at the torture he caused me, I don't want to see anymore of it. She leads me to the bathroom so I can finally clean myself. It felt so nice to have the warm water running down my skin. I can feel all the grime comin
Gage's POV: Friday comes and I'm beyond pissed. We discovered that she left the country through a private plane company. We were able to get the pilot of her plane and he's currently down in the basement for questioning. I've changed from my suit to a black t-shirt and sweatpants. Alex told me that everything was set and that I could go down whenever. So I'm going down now before I have to go finish work for the night. I head downstairs and I notice a few of the maids scurry out of my way as I'm walking downstairs. The entire house has known how pissed off I've been the last few weeks and they've all done their best to appease me. Which gets annoying to a point because I don't need to be smothered by the men. "Here's his file," Alex says, handing me a folder for the pilot waiting in the room. I glance over, getting general information that can be used as a way to get him to talk. When I'm done looking at it I turn back to Al
"Make sure Alex gets record of all the files," I tell Felicity as I pull on my pants. She nods as she fixes her make up. "I'll be back in a few weeks for another report. Call me if anything happens." "Got it boss," she smiles at me. "See ya later sir." I just nod my head at her before I leave the office and head back to the main room. Alex is still sitting at our table, engrossed in his phone. He recently got engaged and hates coming to our brothels and what not. But his fiancé knows it for his job and she trusts him. "When we get back to the house I'll need you to sort the files," I tell Alex as I sit down. "Always so bossy Gage," Alex chuckles and I roll my eyes at him. "Next time you say that I'll shoot you," I retort. "More lies tonight. Keep 'Em coming!" He continues to mess with me. "You're such a dick," I say and sit down. I glance up on the stage and Ashlynn is stil
Ashlynn's POV: Dancing on stage tonight felt like things were going back to normal. Sure it was a job that I didn't like because of the audience, but it was fun to dance. Being on that stage helped me forget everything for a little while. All I had to listen to was the music and my body did the rest. As weird as it sounds, and as much as I want a different job, dancing was relaxing to me. It cleared my mind, which allowed for my internal demons to go away. What happened tonight wasn't a first, and it probably wasn't going to be the last. If men find something that they want, they'll get it by doing whatever they can. Their pride and pleasure is worth more than anything. Men love to be in control. I've had similar experiences at Divine. Where a drunk customer comes to the back and tries to have his way with me. No matter how many times I refuse they just think it's a game. I mean, if I'm a stripper I have to be a slut right? The job comes