Chapter 3

Camila didn't much understand what she was doing in here. But she was not alone. There were some shrill cry at one end of the room. They were girls like her. She looked their way. The lamp did manage to illuminate their fright and fear while they curl up to each other, they were two of hem and quite younger than she was. She blink in both fear and fury at the girls then back at one of her adopters. She didn't care how the man observed her, all she wanted to do is get out of here. Maybe take Dante along and go somewhere far away, far from Father.

"Such beauties you got here." The man stretch his right arm for Camila breasts. Camila shove his hand off before he could make contact with her body.

He hissed, then smirk, "A true wide one. You will make an excellent lover." He waved some of Camila curls aside. Camila jolts backward disgusted by his dirty fingers across her hair. Her body had been unsteady the entire time, her breaths too. She was cold, but refuse to show the man before her that she was scared of him. She made that 'ready to kill' glare at the man, maintaining eye contacts until the man walked backward to the door. He left the room carrying his lamp along.

The room was damp and cold. The cemented floor she sat on felt slimy. She crawled to the bucket, stood up and smash it against the door. The only window in the room had wood plain nailed on it. She could barely see outside it. Only loud disco music can be heard over her head. She hit the door again and again.

"It no use." One of the girls told her. But Camila would rather die here than being that man's lover. She kicked, she punched but the door just wouldn't bulge. She kicked the bucket in annoyance while she goes to squat close to the two girls. They both had brown hair just like Camila's except hers is silk looking and a slightly curly while theirs were straight, in a messy way.

"Don't you have families? How did you end up here?" Camila asked

"Our father sold me and my sister in exchange for money for the treatment of his mistress unborn child. He didn't even bother to look us in the eyes one last time before selling my sister and I ." The elder girl weeps while she hugs her younger sister. Camila had thought her father was the worst in the world and truth be told, no girl's future is sure in this world.

"What's your name?" Camila asks

"Maria. This is Ana. The others Julian and Natasha had been taken away. We never asked else beaten."

Camila retires to a sitting position by the wall. She wasn't used to such a stuffy dark place. She sworn she will waste no opportunity in fighting and taking to her heels the moment the door opens.

The door finally open after an hour with three men coming in. Camila tries to make a run for it, but a grip jerk her backwards. Maria and Anna scurried close to each so that they were meters away from the men. It was Boss, she recognized his dirty brown hat. His goons at his side kept laughing.

Boss grips Camila by the neck, "Try escaping and you are not getting out of this hole." He warns. "Bring the food." He told one of his men. Moments later, the goon brought three plastic plates of food. Placed it on the floor. It was a soggy looking rice with a piece of potato at the side. Judging from the looks, it doesn't seem appetizing to Camila. Camila spat annoying the goon who brought the food. He wanted to slap her but boss halt him.

Boss crossed the plate then held Camila by the chin upward. The hot bloody glare in Camila eyes could burn him to the ground but boss wasn't moved at all. He liked her fury but still detest girls who are headstrong. So he will be the first to put her in her place but not now, not yet.

"Eat!" He ordered.

The chilly gown sprang her nipple thick and pointing before boss. He look down with a huge smirk on his face.