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HER FATE

History is who we are and why we are the way we are. History is the story of events, with praises or blames. History is not the past but a map of the past, drawn from a particular point of view to be useful to the next travelers. History is me, history is faith. 16 years old faith adebayo becomes a victim of slavery after being used to pay up her fathers depth. Carmine Vincent – born into a wealthy Mafia family – grew up under vastly different circumstances. Now, a twist of fate causes their worlds to collide. Entangled in the web of secrets, lies and scandals they learn that they have a lot more in common.

Christccj · 青春言情
分數不夠
6 Chs

SILENT TEARS (3) CHAPTER 4

She was directed to a large bathroom and she was given clothes to wear. They weren't very thick but at least they were clean enough and warm enough for her. After wearing her clothes in the bathroom she welled up her guts in the toilet. She had ate little to nothing and she was already filling sick.

"Whats taking so long." The lady barked outside of the bathroom. Faith flushed the toilet and opened the door, leaving the bathroom.

POV MONALISA

"The buyers are so impatient Russo, we will get them there in a week time but for now they are under bosses custody and tell your scrawny boss to be patient, we have the best goods." That girl was taking longer than usual in the bathroom. Monalisa said to herself.

"Whats taking you so long." I said and checked out my left finger nails and cleaned them with my right finger nails, removing speck of dirt from them. The girl came out looking flushed from ear to neck, she was probably going to fall ill in the next 24 hours.

"let's go." I said and shoved her forward towards her cell.

POV FAITH

This was my life now, almost getting raped and beating. When was my dad coming to get me? Was he even planning to get me. I was pushed back into that he'll hole and walked with my head down, facing the floors. My eyes stung with tears and I didn't want people to see me cry, I never wanted people to see me cry. I walked till I reached where the dead body of the man was and stopped moving. He's eyes were wide open with surprise and shock but they looked lifeless. Looking at the dead body made me nauseous that I could well up my guts in here but I held it in. I met the gaze of the blond man and held in my breath when he opened his mouth and said;

"Let this be a warning to you all. Don't touch the goods, they are not your properties and not yours to own." He said and made eye contact with ever guard within his range.

Did he just call us goods!! We are people for Christ sake.

'son of a bitch, stupid prick .' I said, wanting to voice out my thoughts but was too scared of the consequences. I was still shaking slightly and will probably be traumatized for the rest of my whole life at the sight of the body. I walked and sat in a dark corner. I sat and folded my knees to my face level with my elbows on both knees supporting my head, I whimpered then cried softly.

After crying for several hours faith slept off and jolted up by the sudden sound of air horn.

"breakfast will be served by 10:00 clock." Said a guard. He left the cell but this time left it opened. Faith watched as the people walked out of the cell before deciding it was safe to do so in the absence of someone screaming. Faith watched her surrounding cautiously, she watched people enter another cell like room but this time it was a large bathroom with many shower heads. She watched as people stripped naked until she saw a large unhealed scar on a little girl's back which would probably lead to an infection and then the death of the girl, She nearly threw up at the sight of the scar but held herself. She stripped naked and scrubbed her self in the bathroom, she thought about the man that touched her, she could still feel his disgusting hands on her ass cheek which made her shiver in terror. She began to tremble and cry under the shower. She was scared and alone then that was when she got the idea.

'I'm leaving this God's dammed place .' She said to herself.