Chapter 5

Days past with the girls not knowing what will become of them. Will they die here or boss just want them to suffers. Camila smiled thinking of death crawling in to her 'close to lifeless' body. She thought about mother. If she dies now, she will be with mother. But then another thought made her sad and frown, how will she face her. How will she face her, knowing fully well she still hasn't fulfilled her promise. So thinking of Dante kept her going, breathing and living.

The door creak open on each occasion as a goon or another bring in the girls' food. Some sort of undefined leftovers. Each one of the food didn't look good to Camila but she manage to eat. She needed the strength. She needs to make sure any fool who tries stupid with her gets it. So she trained, fist punched the air after eating. She kicked, remembering how men her neighborhood trained in combat while she and her brother peeped at close range.

Each goon who came, pointed a weapon at her just so she doesn't do something stupids. Maybe they were afraid of their balls coming up too. Camila only stare up at any with the 'ready to kill' eyes over her curly hair which falls over face. She hates them all that she could slit each of their throats if she had something sharp right now.

The door sworn open with a bright torch blinding the souls inside the darkness. The girls prevented its stinging glow bowing their heads low. Boss is the one holding the torch while four of his men stalk in. Two gripped Camila by the arm while the other two at Maria and Anna. They were brought out of the room and set down on their knees.

"Today is your lucky day ladies." Boss announced with a yell. A smile form its way at the corner of his lips.

"Do well to please the client, then am might just spare your miserable lives. Get on my nerves, well, you die. Take this two." He pointed at the sisters to be taken away.

"As for you wide one," he squats down to get a glimpse of Camila face. They both look into each other's eyes as if searching for a soul that needs to be strangled without remorse. Camila would do that two times over if she gains the chance.

"Pull any stupid shit on my clients then your little brother gets it." He hovered his revolver on her cheeks. Through his shoulders he waves his gun forward for her to be taken away too. Camila gave him the surprised big eyes not breaking out of it while she was taken upstairs.

This entire time, they have been locked in a basement. No wonder they couldn't see any glimpse of light through the planks nailed on the wall. Leaving the basement, Camila walked across a room door slightly open. In it there were bags of money, huge notes spilled on the floor since most of the bags were already full, she came across some white stuff packaged in a transparent box. They were cocaine. A desk was at a corner with a chair before it. There was a a money counting machine on it with some stacks of money by the side. The goons advance her movements toward a door leading outside the corridor not giving her the chance to take a second look.

They rounded through a stage taking a turn to the adjourning room, the dressing room behind the stage huge curtains. A bar faced the stage. The square platform and stage had two poles on it with girls practicing. They halt when they saw the two goons at the side of a curly brown hair girl. Each goon volunteering one of their grip on her shoulders while the other holding her arms in place.

In the dress room, early naked girls walked past the trio. While night approach they were in hurry scurrying here and there applying makeup behind a desk mirror, putting on their sexy thongs and panties, suggesting what wig will grace their sexy outfit or what accessories to put on. Those working on their makeup didn't take notice of Camila, others who walk across them could only stare.

Camila was taken to an inner room where she found both Maria and Anna. There was a baldheaded man on lap coat upon his his neat looking gray suit and red tie. Though his clothes made him look scrawny, he look strictly professional while he wore his robber hand gloves on both hands.

"Age?" He requested. Camila didn't answer.

"Now I understand why this men are unwilling to let you go. You must be the wide one they talked about. He brought out one of his surgical knife laid flats amongst the rest on a table. He walk to Anna and grabbed her away from her sister. Maria cried and tries to stir her sister away from the psycho. A goon only tighten his grip around her breast. Camila cringe while the doctor hovered his knife surgically on Anna palm making a slight tear from the tip into her palm. Anna shriek.

"Anna and her sister had no problem telling me their names, most especially their age. Maria is 16 while Anna is only 14. They didn't had to go through this torture." His knife drew slowing on Anna pale palm while blood followed.

"Leave her alone." Camila yelled at him.

"Name and Age?" The tip of the knife was closing up on Anna wrist.

"Camila. Age 19." She sprout out quickly.