SOLD TO THE MAFIA QUEEN

Spike jumped on her body. She crashed on the floor with him, on her backside. He was roaring in her face as he lifted his claw to scratch her. She caught his claw in the air. Her head was hurting from the fall.

“Calm down, boy. It’s me, Ashley.” Ashley said in a coaxing tone, gritting her teeth in pain. She could sense that her dog was angry about something, and someone had locked him in there. He stuck out his tongue and licked her face gruffly. She pushed him away immediately and got up on her feet.

“Tell me, Spike, who locked you in there?” She asked him, looking keenly at him. He barked at her a few times and started running down the corridor. He stopped halfway as he saw that she wasn’t following him. She was busy wiping dirt off her clothes. He ran back to her and licked her hand, pulling it with his mouth without biting her. She understood his gesture quickly.

“That tickles. Alright, alright, I will come with you.” She said, smiling at him, and started walking down the corridor with him.

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Xander felt like he was in a moving car. He struggled to open his eyes, but it was extremely dark. He couldn’t see a thing, and his mouth was duct taped. He tried to move his hand and realized his hand was tied in front of him. He bent his hand, trying to lose the rope with his teeth, but it was no use because the rope was too thick. He groaned and closed his eyes again.

Minutes later.

Xander found himself being thrown into a dimly lit room. The room had no furniture. There were about a hundred young girls around Melody’s age sitting on the cold floor. He fell to the ground on his left side, moving continuously like a fish because his legs were also tied. Two men wearing black masks stepped forward and both untied him at the same time. One of them removed the duct tape from his mouth.

“Ouch! Where am I?” He asked one of the men as they both made their way to the door of the room.

“You are in hell.” One of them remarked before he could ask other questions, they went out of the room and shut the door with a loud bang. He heard the sound of the locks afterwards. He took short, shallow breaths as he turned around, looking at the young girls with pitiful eyes. They were all frightened to see him, and some of them were moving away from him, cuddling each other in terror.

“Don’t be scared. I am not going to harm you. I am just a girl like you.” He assured.

“Why is your voice so deep?” One of them questioned.

“Oh, I…have a sore throat.” He answered in a girlie tone, smiling at the girl that asked him the question. She looked like an Asian, but she didn’t return the smile. His smile faded as he saw that he was the only one smiling there. They all looked scared and terrified.

“Why are we here?” he inquired.

“Since you are new here, I will tell you.” One of them said moving closer to him. He couldn’t help but notice the bruises on her body. His eyes wandered around, and he also saw that the other girls also had injuries on different parts of their bodies.

“This is…”

“Shhh.” He cut in, cutting her up with his finger on his lips. As he spotted a girl who was crying in one corner of the room, he got up on his feet and started walking toward her. She was young and innocent. He had a feeling she was the youngest girl there. He was still trying to understand the situation.

The girls sitting next to her left her as Xander made his way to the front and sat in front of her. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. She reluctantly took it from him with her eyes shaking.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can you talk to me?” he said in a calm tone.

“Don’t worry about her; she won’t talk to you; she doesn’t talk to anyone.” One of them replied.

“She has been like that; she has been traumatized since the day she was deflowered by one of those old men.” One of the girls said.

“What do you mean by that?” Xander asked, jerking his head back to look at the girl who was speaking.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Haven’t you figured out where we are? We are indeed in hell.” The girl said as a tear escaped from her eyes. She wiped the tear and continued speaking.

“We are all sex slaves. We were all brought here one way or the other. It’s either we were kidnapped, or we were sold by our parents or our relatives…” the girl said, hesitating to speak. Xander could see the pain in her eyes. “E-each day, the man that brought us here will either have sex with us or give us to one of his workers or relatives. Sometimes he will, uh, sell us to other rich men.” She said.

“I know it’s hard for you to tell me all this, but you need to.” Xander said, gazing into her eyes.

“What about the injuries on your bodies?” Xander inquired.

“They don’t only have sex with us; they torture us; they hit us with whips and other objects.” The girl replied, Xander could literally, see the bone in her neck she was extremely skinny that she looked like someone who would die any moment from now.

“How old are you guys?” he questioned.

“I am 20 and the rest of them are 22-26, she is the youngest here she is eighteen.” The girl replied. Xander was a little relieved that they were all adults but the treatment they were getting was cruel.

Xander listened to the heartbreaking stories of the broken little girls, one after the other. He was even tired of their stories because they only brought him pain. He wasn’t sad about the fact that they were being tortured, but he was sad about the fact that no matter what the police force did, the sex trade would never stop because there were a lot of influential men involved in it.

He searched his pockets for his phone, but it was gone, which meant they had taken away his means of communication. He put his hand under the dress he was wearing and took out the rifle. He had put it in his inner shorts and also a walkie-talkie. The girls started shivering as they saw the gun in his hand. They thought he wanted to harm them.