Something terrible happened to her and her best friend will do what it takes to keep her safe and help her move on. My first PRS story in years…

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Ch. 1 Nightmare

She didn't know how long she was there for or even where she was. A burlap sack was placed on her head before she was shoved into the van. She tried fighting back but her hands were handcuffed together. She heard the van stop and she was carried into a house. She was tossed onto a mattress and was released from her restraints and the sack was removed from her head. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw who had kidnapped her.

The man she thought was her friend was fixing his belt as he left the room & locked the door. Across the small room was a dusty mirror, she wanted to see what had happened to her but was scared of what she would see. She took a deep breath & somehow found the strength to go to the mirror and look at her reflection. Her hair was a mess, her lip was busted open & she had a black eye forming. That was nothing compared to the pain and blood in her lap. She sat down in the corner of the room and wrapped her arms around her knees & cried.

"I should've been stronger than this…" She cried to herself. "I thought he was my friend." She looked at her arms and knew there would be bruises soon from the grip he had on her. "I should've fought harder." Before she could get her clothes back on the door opened again. "Please, not again." She begged.

"Calm down," He had with him a bucket and a bag. "I'm just bringing you something to wear and a bucket so you can get cleaned up.

"Why did you bring me here Nathan? Why did you…" She trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence. "Why did you do this to me?"

"I didn't have a choice,"

"Yes you did, what kind of trouble could you be in that kidnapping me was the answer?"

"The industry pays big for natural blondes," He simply said.

She was confused. "The industry?"

"You know, the trafficking industry. A lot of clients like pretty young blondes."

Her eyes widened. "So you kidnapped me to sell my body? Why?"

He shrugged. "You were easy to get to, you're very trusting."

"I thought you were my friend."

"Exactly, you're very trusting,"

"I have to trust you, we're coworkers."

"That's just my day job, this is my real job. My boss Oscar picks the girls, I'm just one of the guys that gets the targets. Get yourself cleaned up." He headed back towards the door.

"Nathan?" She called and he looked over his shoulder at her. "How many people are in this house?"

"Just you, me and my partner, Oscar won't be here until tomorrow night. Rest up, I'll be back in a while with a roommate for you and my partner will want to try you too."

"Try me?"

"Oscar pays us very well but sampling the girls first is our year round Christmas bonus." He closed the door and she heard him lock it again.

She sighed as she started to give herself a sponge bath. "I've got to think of a way out of here," She said to herself. "Come on Emily, think of something."

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Kinda dark I know, especially compared to my other PRS stories. Should I keep going or delete the story? I only have a few chapters written out so far.