The boat slowed as the ship came into view.
It stood in the darkness huge, silent… waiting.
Sandra's chest tightened.
This wasn't normal.
"Move."
A hand gripped her arm, pulling her up.
A rope ladder dropped from above.
She hesitated.
"Climb."
Her hands shook as she grabbed the rope. The water below was dark, endless. The boat rocked beneath her feet.
She didn't want to go up.
But she had no choice.
By the time she reached the top, her strength was gone.
Rough hands dragged her onto the deck.
Cold metal met her knees.
She looked around.
Shadows.
Crates.
Men… watching.
No one spoke.
Behind her, the boat pulled away.
Leaving her there.
The men dragged Sandra deeper into the lair.
The hallway was dim, the air thick and suffocating, like the walls themselves were hiding something terrible.
Then
From somewhere down the hallway, a girl's scream echoed.
"Ahh! Help me!"
Sandra froze. Her whole body jerked.
Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers trembling violently.
"No… no…" she whispered.
As they moved, a man pushing a stretcher suddenly stopped in front of them. One of the men pulled back the covering.
Sandra's breath caught.
A girl lay there lifeless.
Her eyes widened in horror, her hands tightening as her whole body shook.
"Make sure you properly dispose of it," one of the men said coldly, covering the body again.
"Yes, sir," the man replied before wheeling it away.
"No! Let me go!" Sandra cried, struggling against their grip.
A sharp slap struck her across the face.
Her head snapped to the side.
"Shut up!" the man barked angrily. "You think anyone can hear you?"
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
"Please…" her voice cracked into sobs. "I won't tell anyone… I swear… just let me go…"
But they kept dragging her.
The room didn't feel like an office.
It was too… comfortable.
A large bed sat at the center, neatly covered in white sheets.
Sandra's heart pounded.
The man they called "Boss" stood by a table, pouring himself a drink.
"Come in," he said calmly.
They pushed Sandra forward.
"Boss, we brought the package," David said.
The man turned slowly, his eyes scanning her.
"Well… what do we have here?" he said, stepping closer.
Sandra turned her face away as he reached toward her.
"Hmm. Tough one," he murmured with a faint smile.
"Lock her up."
"No!" Sandra screamed as they dragged her out again. Panic bursting out of her as they took her out of the office.
Sandra was sitting on the cold floor, her back pressed weakly against the wall.
Her knees were drawn tightly to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as if she was trying to hold herself together.
The cell was small… too small.
The walls were rough and stained, marked with patches of dirt and dark spots that had been there for a long time. The air was heavy and damp, carrying a faint, unpleasant smell that made it hard to breathe properly.
A single weak bulb hung above, flickering slightly, its light unstable making the shadows shift along the walls in a way that made the room feel alive… and closing in on her.
There was nothing in the cell.
No bed.
No comfort.
Just cold, hard floor.
Sandra's body trembled uncontrollably.
She tightened her grip around herself, her fingers digging slightly into her arms.
Tears rolled slowly down her cheeks.
"God... Help me" her voice cracked, tears streamed down her cheeks
Her breathing became uneven.
The silence around her was unbearable.
Her mind replayed everything
The scream.
The stretcher.
The lifeless girl.
Sandra shook her head weakly, as if trying to escape the thoughts.
"Please…" she whispered faintly.
Her voice sounded small… distant… like it didn't even belong to her anymore.
Time passed, but she couldn't tell how long.
Her body slowly leaned more into the wall, her strength fading.
The tears didn't stop… they only grew quieter.
David Enters
A metallic sound broke through the silence.
The door creaked open.
Sandra's eyes snapped up immediately, fear flashing across her face.
Her body tensed.
She pulled herself tighter against the wall, as if trying to disappear into it.
David stepped inside.
The faint light from the hallway slipped in for a moment before the door closed again, returning the room to its dim, flickering state.
Sandra's breathing quickened.
Her fingers trembled badly.
"Come on, boss wants to see you" he said as he forcefully grabs her hand and dragged her out to boss's room.
"No…" she whispered under her breath, her voice weak and broken.
Her body resisted slightly, but there was no strength behind it.
Her legs felt heavy as he pulled her up.
Her feet dragged against the rough floor.
Tears slipped down again, silently.
Her heart pounded fast… too fast.
Fear rose again stronger this time.
Not just fear of him…
But fear of what was waiting.
As he dragged her toward the door, her lips moved slightly
"God…"
Barely a whisper.
The cell felt even emptier as she was pulled out.
And then she was gone.
She was forced to her knees.
The door shut.
The sound echoed like something final.
"Welcome," the boss said calmly.
Sandra couldn't even lift her head.
"Please…" she whispered, tears falling steadily. "Just let me go… I'll do anything… anything…"
Her voice cracked.
"I just want to go home…"
The word home lingered painfully in her chest.
Her room.
Her bed.
Her mother.
"You think you can leave?" he said, crouching in front of her.
"Yes!" she cried desperately, looking up now. "Please! I won't say anything! I swear! Just let me go!"
He lifted her chin.
She flinched sharply.
"Please don't touch me…" she whispered, fear flooding her voice.
"You're very pretty."
Sandra's face tightened in fear.
"Please… don't say that…" she said shakily. "You're scaring me…"
"But you're not going anywhere."
Something inside her collapsed.
"No…" she whispered, her voice hollow. "No, please…"
"You know, we've had enough conversation, let get to work"
"Work? Sandra said in surprise.
"Yes, work, why do you think you're here?" he asked moving closer to and holding her face. "And this is where your work space will be" he said, gesturing towards the bed, Sandar reacted in fear, "No, no, please don't"
"Don't worry it won't hurt"
"Please I beg you"
"Come on, let get to it"
Sandra's breathing became uneven, her body trembling as she slowly shook her head.
"Please don't hurt me"
Before she could move or pull away. He forcefully pushed her onto the bed.
Her body hit the surface hard, a gasp escaping her lips as fear surged through her chest. She tried to move back, her hands trembling as she attempted to push herself away, but there was nowhere to go.
Her heart pounded wildly, her mind racing, panic taking over completely.
"No! Please" Sandra cried out, but he paid no attention...
"Please don't hurt me"
Before she could move or pull away.
In the next moment, he moved over her
Not fully resting his weight, but close… far too close.
Close enough for her to feel his presence hovering over her.
Close enough that she could hear his breathing.
Sandra froze.
Her body went stiff beneath him, her hands instinctively pressing against the bed as if trying to hold herself steady.
Her heart pounded wildly, each beat louder than the last.
Her breathing became shallow.
Uneven.
Her eyes widened, staring up at him, filled with pure fear.
She tried to shift away slightly, but the small movement only made her realize how trapped she was.
There was no space.
No escape.
Her fingers curled slightly, trembling uncontrollably.
Fear rose inside her fast, overwhelming, suffocating.
"Such beauty" he said
Sandra's lips parted, but no words came out.
Only a shaky breath.
Her eyes glistened with tears as they remained fixed on him, her whole body tense, bracing… afraid of what would come next.
Then her voice broke through the room
"No! Please! Help me!" she screamed, her voice filled with fear and desperation.
Her cries echoed beyond the door, her voice trembling as she kept begging.
"Please! Somebody help me!"
Outside the room, David stood by the door.
A cold chuckle escaped his lips as he listened.
The door finally opened.
The boss stepped out, adjusting his clothes slightly, his expression calm… like nothing had happened.
Behind him, the room fell quiet again.
"She's a virgin" he said
David looked up, a faint smirk forming on his face.
"Really" David replied
He let out a low breath, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.
"Yeah" the boss continued casually, as if it meant nothing.
David gave a short, amused nod, his eyes briefly glancing toward the closed door.
"Don't sell her, just keep her, she'll be our little toy"
"Alright sir"
The boss walked away down the hallway without another word.
David remained standing there for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Then he turned his gaze back to the door.
Sandra lay on the bed, traumatised from what had just happened.
Tears rolled down her face as her body trembled slightly, her whole body shivering from fear and pain.
She slowly held her abdomen, her hands trembling as her grip tightened.
"Ahh…" she cried out, her voice filled with pain.
Tears streamed faster as she began to sob.
"God…" she cried softly.
Her body curled slightly as she continued crying, her voice echoing faintly in the quiet room.A faint stain of blood marked the sheet beneath her, a quiet reminder of what she had been through.