2 "They"

Erika p.o.v

Sitting on the dirty floor I peeked out of the window. The window is old and filled with iron bars, which prevented me from an escape.

It had been two years, fu$#ing two years, I'm stuck in this maze. 

No matter how many times I tried to escape they caught me every time and beat me up but this don't discourage me, I tried again and again.

They wanted me to willingly accept my fate of being a sex slave, mistress, or prostitute to someone but they don't know I'm too head-hard for them.  

I'm a victim of human trafficking and I knew I'm far away from the land I'm born and raised.

Living in a small smelly, cell for two years, sometimes it's like, I'm forgetting my original identification too. 

Who am I? Where do I come from? What I'm before this neither made a difference anymore to me nor them.

Earlier when they called me Brownie because of my brown skin tone I get irritated but now it seemed like a new name for me.

 I had a mission not to break down until I get free or die. I even lost the track of time here.

The last time I got out of the cell is when Vincent tried to sell me to a client but due to my skinny figure, he refused me.  

At that time I discovered it had been two years, from that day I'm counting and if I'm right two months had passed.

I couldn't stop my mockery laugh at him that day because it was his idea to give me a single meal in three days. After that, I was almost beaten to death by him.

 But I admired that man he stay true to his words he never try to drug me or tried to force someone on me. But expect that he used everything to break me. 

He never provided me with any essentials of life, and I'm prohibited to take baths for days. He never gave me a brush to clean my teeth, a comb, or some women's monthly necessities. He let me deal with it myself.

Suddenly I hear the jingling sound of keys and the cell door opened to reveal a face that I don't witness for the last two months. 

He entered the cell and two other men are behind him in a bodyguard uniform. Aww, why does he need protection from me? I'm pretty harmless (note the sarcasm plz).

That implied, he still remembered the punch I gifted him during our first meeting.

He had a plate filled with food in his hand ( a bribe). He cleared his throat to gain my attention but I don't even spare a glance at him. 

This offended him and greet me with some colorful words like who#e, s#ut, etc, but I don't pay much heed to it. He took a deep breath to control his temper and gestured for his men to step out.

They obeyed him and left us alone. He slouched down to my level on the floor and slid the plate toward me. 

" Listen, brownie I'm here for you my dear. You and I both know you can't get out of here so let's compromise with situations which is beneficial for both of us.

The day after tomorrow there is a big banquet arranged by the mafia.l know the most powerful of them. I'll help you to find a specific master, who treats you the best way. 

You just need to compel with us. You know all of your batchmates are living a good life but here you are rotting in a smelly cell for years." 

He comforted me with a disgusting smile on his face which I loved to wipe out.

" Aww, Almighty Vincent is now begging me. What I take it like you accept your defeat."

I whispered to him with a smirk on my face. I had not eaten for days and  I don't carry the energy to argue with him but with a few words at least I can provoke him.

Watching his face get red from anger brought to me a kind of satisfaction.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed my hair in his fist. He pulled my hair harshly and angels my face whilst

he held my jaw in a death grip while his nail started to dig into my flesh. 

"Listen to me carefully you bit$h, this banquet happens once in five years and arrange by the King of the mafia, all the powerful mafia bosses are going to attend it.

Therefore I want you on your best behavior. You cost me a lot, brownie... a lot. This is your last chance to change your life and I'll help you.

If you don't get sold this time, I can't help but kill you and sell your organs to the black market to recover my loss but before that, I'll enjoy myself with your body and love to shred your dignity you are proud of so much."

He threatened me while his breath fanned over my face. I ought to get out of this cell if I want to escape,  I don't have any choice but to comply with him.

"Okay"

I meekly responded to him and he let me go. I picked up the plate and began eating the food. He scrutinized me suspiciously and got out of the cell.

A smirk climbed on my lips, poor Vincent unaware of the fact that I had a surprise for him hidden in my sleeve