I had never been so terrified in my life before waking up naked and bound by metal handcuffs that connected my hands to my feet, in a wooden crate. I attempted to find a way out of the crate, but to my utter disappointment it was a solidly built crate with no chance of me escaping.
I began to make an effort to remember how I came to be in a wooden box. My recollection of the events that took place before I awoke was splotchy at best. I remembered beatings and obedience training but nothing of where I had been, or how I came to be in this crate.
It seemed as time dragged on as I had no way of telling if it was night or day; all I had was, the sway of the ship and the sound of men not far from the crate I was in.
It seemed that time stood still until suddenly, the swaying and the sound of men ceased. Light suddenly streamed into the crate from holes placed along all the panels of the crate I was in and the crate was suddenly moving upwards.
The noise began to rise as the crate moved upwards, creaking and swaying from side to side. I attempted to peak out the tiny holes in the panels but to no avail. I could only see the open blue sky and the ocean. As I watched the sky come closer and closer the crate was suddenly lowered on to a hard deck; before being slid into what I later figured out to be flat bed truck.
There were sounds of ratchet straps being tied around the crate and the increased sounds of rough Irish voices sent me huddling closer to one corner. The men suddenly stopped talking, there was slamming of doors before we started moving.
I was bounced around the crate for at least 3 days with regular stops. My body was stiff and sore from being curled up for such a long period of time coupled with the constant whipping of the wind; it made me crave the stillness after a long day.
During those 3 days I learnt that the man driving the truck was Irish and very irritated due to having to drive from Seattle to a town called Charming. This was all due to port patrol cancelling the Irish cargo ship coming into the local port and rerouting the ship to Washington.
On the third day of the drive, with the sun low in the sky, we came to a final stop. A door was opened and I could hear the sound of a large group of American men. The door slammed closed and the sound of the group of men slowly quieted.
While I waited for the driver to return to the truck I attempted to watch the sun set through the holes in the sides. My quiet was short lived as there were suddenly male voices, surrounding the crate and I could see a sea of black leather vests, which sent me huddling once again to the corner of the crate once again. The sound of the ratchet straps being released made my curiousity spike along with my fear.
"Precious cargo in there lads." The driver of the truck said with a chuckle.
The crate was suddenly slid to the end of the truck bed and lifted off of it and being placed gently down on the concrete below.
"So what do we have here?" an American voice sounded.
"A present for your MC curtsey of the IRA." The driver responded.
"Alright boys, let's move it into the club house." The American voice commanded.
As the crate was lifted off the ground and carried into the "club house" I heard the driver say, "I shall tell the IRA your reply then. Expect O'Phalen to get in contact with ya." Before the sound of a truck door being opened and closed reached my ears.
The crate was suddenly plunged into blackness before being lifted and set down.
"Grab something to open this, shithead." The American voice from before ordered.
The sound of chuckles from a large group of men and scurrying feet followed.
There was suddenly a bang against the crate followed by the ungodly loud sound of cracking wood before slowly the one panel began to open. I huddled away from that panel eyes shut tightly, terrified of what awaited me on the other side.
"Holy shit Jax! It's a lass!" a Scottish voice exclaimed.
Tears started rolling down my face traitorously as I huddled tighter into a ball. I heard the sound of the crate being ripped apart quickly.
"Hey darlin' it's ok. We won't hurt ya. Come on let's get those cuffs off of ya." Quietly the American voice from before said.
My eyes opened and I looked cautiously towards the voice. A blonde man with blue eyes, long hair and a goatee stood in front of me with a worried look on his face. I rapidly scanned what I could see of the room without turning or lifting my head; the sea of black vests once again greeted my sight from all angles. Still terrified and unsure of what to do I tried to pull my body closer together in effort to protect myself.
"My name is Jax and you're in the Sons' club house darlin'. Can you tell me your name?" Jax said quietly.
I looked at him once again totally unsure of how to respond. I decided that it was better if I just stayed quiet until I received orders from someone. Jax looked at me expectantly; when I started to tremble he frowned and stepped away from me before turning and addressing the other men dressed in leather vests in a quiet voice. "Church, now. Half Sack, stay here and see if you can get her to talk."
With that they all turned and headed to black leather encased doors. Once the door was closed and all was quiet I slightly relaxed. A man who I guessed was Half sack, suddenly appeared in front of me. I jumped back in fright and fell off the table that the crate had been placed on.
"Shit! Are you ok?!" Half sack exclaimed before reaching to help me back up.
I quickly scooted away from him, looking around me trying to find the safest place to hide. Half sack froze before slowly pulling his hand away and putting them up in a surrender gesture. I nervously halted my actions as he spoke once again.
"Would you like something to eat? Drink?"
I became nervous once again; unsure of what was expected of me.
"Here I'll get ya a glass of water." With that he scurried off somewhere leaving me alone for a brief moment. I had just enough time to pull myself under the pool table before he returned. His footsteps paused where I had been before seemingly trying to find me. He slowly crouched down so he could see me properly before slowly reaching out and putting the glass of clean, clear water down just a few feet from me. I stared at the glass, contemplating whether or not I could drink it fast enough that no one would snatch it from me.
Half sack seemed to realize my dilemma and took a couple of gigantic steps backwards leaving a reasonable distance between the glass and him. I franticly scanned the room again before basically lunging for the glass and gulping it down. As I was gulping it down the door the rest of the men in vests went into opened. I dropped the glass and as it shattered I dove back under the pool table, seeking refuge in the solid frame.
"What the hell did you do Half sack?! Where is the girl?!" Jax exclaimed when he realised I was no longer in the place he left me.
"She's under the pool table. I went to get her attention and accidently scared her causing her to fall off. When I went to help her up she freaked. I grabbed her, a glass of water hoping she would relax a bit." Half sack hurriedly replied.
"Well that didn't work you idiot!" the Scot exclaimed.
Half sack dipped his head flushing red.
There was suddenly a bald man with black eyes in front of me. He crouched there for a while studying me. When he finished his examination he stood up tall and proud before commanding, "Get out from under the pool table and let the V.P undo your cuffs."
I was quick to follow his orders. I scrambled as fast as I could to his feet head bowed waiting for the "VP" to uncuff me. Large hands ceased my wrists quickly causing me to hold my breath. This "VP" made quick work of all the cuffs while I stayed perfectly still with my head bowed at the bald man's feet.
"There ya go darlin'" I suddenly heard Jax say. His voice startled me enough to make me glance up at him. I then realised that he was the VP.
"Now," boomed the bald guy standing in front of me, causing me to revert my eyes quickly to the floor at his feet, "I expect you to answer all of our questions. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Master." I replied in a quiet voice, head still bowed.
"What the fuck?" I heard Jax say.
"She's a trained sub; only responses to direct commands. From the looks of her the Irish trained her. Fucking bastards." The bald man replied.
"What is your name?" the bald man commanded.
"Cian, Master."
"Where are you from?"
"New Orleans, Master."
"How did you come to be with the Irish?"
"I was taken, Master."
"By the Irish? Where were you taken?"
"Yes, Master. Ireland, Master."
Angry murmurs went around the group of men.
"How long had you been there?"
"I do not know Master."
"Were there other girls where you were held?"
"Yes Master."
"Other American girls?"
"Yes Master."
"Did all of them look like you?"
"Yes Master."
I was becoming increasing afraid of answering their questions. When the bald man asked no more questions I stole a glance up in time to see the bald man turning to Jax.
"The Irish have been kidnapping American girls to train and sell."
Jax turned to a Hispanic looking man and said, "Look for all missing girls that match the description of dark hair, green eyes, and short. See what you can come up with. I want a list."
The guy nodded before hurrying away.
Jax turned back to the bald man and asked, "What are we going to do with her, Hap?"
"I donno, gonna to have to find her family. But in the mean time we have to get this training outta her head." Hap replied.
"How do we do that?"
"Make her believe she is her own master." Hap confidently replied. "Have to get some clothes for her and a room." He added.
"I'll call ma and see what she can do on short notice." Jax replied.
"Get up girl." Hap commanded me.
I quickly rose to my shaky feet. Having been curled up for the better part of at least four days was taking a toll on my leg muscles.
"Follow me." Hap then turned and started walking towards a hall way on the other side of the room. I followed as quickly as my legs would let me hoping it was fast enough.
We arrived at a random door that was identical to all the rest in the hall way, Hap opened the door and told me to get inside. I stood by the wall closest to the door as Hap began to rummage through a duffle bag. There was a plop of clothes landing on the floor just in front of my feet which startled me causing me to attempt to take a large step back. I hit the wall with a thud and waited for Hap to punish me for being clumsy.
"Put those on. Now." Hap said calmly.
I scrambled to put the clothes on, his eyes watching my every move. Once the clothes were on Hap shocked me by saying, "get on the bed and get some sleep. I'll be back later with some food."
I slowly headed for the bed, weary that it may all be a test and if I failed he would punish me. When I reached the bed and Hap made no move to reach for me, I quickly scrabbled into the bed. Hap grunted before opening the door once more and shutting it tightly behind him.