GRIP

I regained my consequence when someone tapped me on my shoulder. Being three days abducted from my family and my home, I flinched from the touch, trying to get as far as possible from it in my human cage. I knew that I had to look but didn't want to, if he wanted to hurt me I wouldn't want to see his face.

"Don't-" the raspy female voice let me shut my eyes open, looking at a woman not much older than me.

"Never show a sign of fear." she said while looking directly into my eyes.

"This is all they want to see. This is what brings them satisfaction. Don't let them ever get the better of you. You have to be the stronger opposition. Was I clear?" her strict and raspy voice was not the thing that lead to me to listening but the years.... The lost years I could hear in hear voice.

"Where am I? Who are you? And When are they bringing me back to my family?" I asked those questions even without realizing, they where waiting to be said the whole time.

The woman looked right and left before she came nearer and whispered:

"You are now a part of Mr Michael's Harem. There's now way that you will ever get to see your home or your family ever again. Bear with it. Accept it. That's your only choice."

My eyes widened up in horror, trying to process what she said, hearing those words from a woman that I didn't even know for ten minutes.

It was when I looked at her teared lump of clothes and the narbes that were visible all over her body that I realized that this was the truth. That this was going to be my life from now on.

A part of someone's Harem. A slave.