-Priya-

He blinked a few times... ''What?'' Satan finally spoke up with his eyebrows furrowed. ''I want five thousand dollars, American money.''

He scoffs placing his hands on his hips. ''Why? You can't get out of here and there isn't a Gucci or some restaurant in here where you can purchase stuff, what the fuck do you need five grand for, ohhh, I see, are you in trouble? Are you owing someone-''

I cut him off by explaining what happened between the purple hair girl and I, making it known that I was determined to make it up to her.

''You can't be this kind to everyone, shit happens she's gotta move on-''

''Are you going to pay or not?'' I asked.

He folded his arms. ''Fine, I'll see what I can do, but don't make this a habit.'' He shrugged it off making his way at the other end of the room.

****

At the end of the day, Satan returned me to the other girls, telling me that I would be needed later on...

''Hey, where were you?'' Ivy came up to me wearing an oversized t-shirt. ''I don't really know exactly, a man took me, he had white hair, maybe you've seen him before?'' I questioned slipping down to the lower bunk.

''Oh... you mean Angel?'' she slanted her head but her lips had a cheeky grin.

''Angel?'' I repeated, there's no way she could be talking about Satan as Angel...

''There's a rumor, about a tall, handsome guy with white hair, and dreamy eyes that walks the halls at times, only a few people have seen him, I haven't though.'' she pushed her bottom lip pouting a bit but then piped up.

''So are the rumors true?'' Her eyes sparkled quite a bit as she inched closer to me.

''Well...-''

****

The past 3 days have been hell... I've been starved, beaten, locked up, and used as a beer holder- which is a big thing around here. Apparently, a big boss was in town and he brought his men with him, a hand full of girls were chosen to go quote on quote 'attend' to them.

I was one of them but Mr. Baton didn't let anyone touch me, instead, he made me watch as the men tormented those girls... they were utterly despicable.

I collapsed on the lower bunk, my sore legs not cooperating with me to help me climb the ladder.

''Get up, let's go.''

Oh, fuck me... already?! I pretend to be asleep but that didn't help one bit, he yanked my arm, dragging me through the halls to a room with a metal door.

''Oh no, please no-''

He threw me into a dark room and shut the door.

I scampered around in terror my fear of utter darkness consuming me as hot tears started to slip out of my eyes.

My back hits something and I stand up, there's a loud bang on the door and I gripped the figure.

It's warm and I start calming down- wait... warm?

The lights flickered on, my eyes twitch as they adjust to the brightness.

''Wow, you really missed me huh?'' Oh no... that sexy voice... I could already picture his grin.

I pull away to see Satan. He wore a white t-shirt, black pants, and a black leather jacket with matching boots, his hair was messy and I found myself stuck in a trance.

''Alright stop fantasying We got work to do.'' He opened the door and I followed behind, I swallowed down a whimper as we stood outside a door. My chest heaved and I trembled.

Bodyguards stood outside the door, they were huge. Their faces looked dead as they opened the door for us.

Inside was not what I thought would be.

The room was massive and dull.

A large thrown-looking seat was in the center of the room, men upon men crowded the room, their faces grim and scary. Many of the men appeared to be smoking weed, the smell consumed and dominated my nostrils, making my head spin.

It was a crowd of tattoos, guns, and drugs.

I swallowed down another gasp of terror and saw their eyes on me. A dozen faces stared at me.

I heaved as Satan walked me to a group of girls. Their faces were caked with makeup, and their bodies were shoved into the flimsy fabric.

I shoved down all my tears and fear as Satan shoved me next to the line of women.

''Vesti sebaya.'' He growled in my ear. (Behave)

His iced hands released me and he walked away.

I stood next to a girl with blonde hair, green eyes that were filled with water. She looked young, almost my age. I felt my heart breaking apart as she glanced at me, her eyes dead, she looked hopeless and broken like she had lost everything that ever mattered in her life.

''What's your name?'' I asked softly, as I glanced around the room.

The throne that sat in the center remained unattended, the men that surrounded the room stared.

''P-Priya.'' She stuttered, her lips were cracker, and dark lipstick covered her damaged skin. ''I'm Marinette,'' I said softly.

Her body moved slightly toward me, and I felt myself wanting to comfort her.

Say something, Anything, But I was so at a loss.

I glanced around the trembling frame, there were four other girls that stood. They all looked frightened, their eyes were glimmering with tears.

''How long have you been here?'' I asked quietly.

Her eyes flickered to mine and looked around nervously as if she was afraid of getting caught.

''A couple of days... more than the others.''

''Okay, how much did he pay for you?'' I know I was interrogating the poor girl but I needed to know something, ANYTHING. I needed to know why I was here, why I was purchased.

''Who?'' her voice was hushed and she seemed confused.

''The man, the big boss.'' she stiffened next to me.

''H-He didn't buy me, he doesn't buy a-anyone. I was...'' she glanced around again.

''I was taken, a-and now I'm here, not many girls go to auctions.''

I went to auctions...

What does that even mean?

''Were you purchased?'' her voice held a touch of concern.

I nodded.

She was about to say something else when the door to the room suddenly slammed open.

A man walked in, he was dressed in a black suit that hid his entire frame, he didn't look at any of us, his eyes were focused on the center of the room as he glided in.

His stance was confident, his eyes were steel, and his face was cold. His eyes begged gore.

I was scared as shit.

The men straight as he walked past, their eyes showed respect.

He took a seat at the front, and time seemed to freeze.

Satan, along with two other men stood by his side and spoke in a hushed tone as I cowered by Priya's side.

''Aleksei.'' His voice suddenly boomed.

A man approached the front of the room, he looked young, in his early twenties, he had a nice face, tan with light curls in his hair.

T.M. (Throne man) glared at him, his stone-cold eyes were cool and calculated as he spoke.

''You broke omertà.'' He stated.

Everyone fell dead silent.

Why the fuck was omertà?

The young man's eyes went wide and he took a small step back, ''No, Sir I-I didn't.''

''Then why is a certain whore wife friend of yours, telling her friends that her husband is in the mafia?''

''No, no no. A-Annie she doesn't know what she's talking about...''

An amused smile passed the man's lips. But his smile held not one hint of humor. It was cruel and heartless.

''You broke omertà, now you will join your wife.''

There was the *bang* of a gun and silence.

The man fell to the floor, and a single shot was embedded in his head killing him instantly.

I felt myself gag as I watched a stream of blood pouring from his lifeless head.

Priya heaved by my side as she turned away.

''I-I get sick at the sight of blood,'' she said shakily.

He laid his gun down and turned to Satan and the other two men, before he started the conversation, he glanced at where I stood, his eyes didn't even look at me, but landed on Priya.

''You, clean this up now.''

I felt her freeze next to me.

If she got sick cleaning this up he would kill her for sure.

I saw her shaking her head slowly and tears poured freely down her cheeks.

''I- I can't-t''

I glanced at his bored face, and my heart raced as I saw him reaching for his pistol.

Fuck this shit.

I jumped in front of her as he raised the gun.

''No!'' I yelled as I stood.

Oh fuck... what did I just do.

My body was trembling and I saw a glint of surprise cross his eyes but it was gone in a second.

My eyes wandered to Satan, he had his arms folded with a look of disbelief on his face.

T.M.'s Icey eyes clashed with mine. I maintained eye contact, his gun still raised I could feel the heat bouncing off my forehead.

He could kill me if he wanted to. I had never felt more vulnerable yet in control in my entire life.

An evil look crossed his face and as he spoke those two words, I knew my fate was sealed.

''Come here.''