I've been writing this story for a while now and I'm finally uploading it to fanfic. The perspective will change from Audrey's to Ally's each chapter. I'll put a lil note so you won't forget. So...enjoy.

Chapter One, Audrey's Perspective

Merciless waves bashed the wooden box, ignorant of the cargo inside. My head slammed against Ally's as the sea shook our crate back and forth. Rubbing my throbbing skull, I glared at the crazy woman who forced me into this seasick nightmare.

Ally and I were forced into prostitution by an insane pimp who put us up for sale on a website. Ally got bought and yanked me into the crate with her while I was bidding her farewell. I suppose I'm an extra gift for whatever sick perv bought her. We were shoved off the boat an hour or two ago, the current taking us to wherever our new "home" is. As mad as I am at Ally, she's my best friend. I've known her all my life. Ever since we were kids, really…

The jostling of the crate knocked the flashback out of my head. "I hope we get there soon," Ally said with a crazyish glint in her eye.

The crate flipped so we were now on our backs. "I don't," I grumbled. "I hate this."

"It's an adventure!" Ally tried to do a grand hand motion, but wooden slats restricted even the tiniest movement.

"It's hell!" I spat.

Ally rolled her brown-red eyes. "You're so cranky."

The jolting of the crate forced my reasons of crankiness back down my throat. Another bump and a corner of the box lifted up, revealing sunshine and letting in a wisp of warm, humid air. Ally squealed and set to kicking the lid off.

After only a few minutes, the cheap, hastily constructed crate gave way to our flailing feet. Dusting off our slutty outfits, we squinted in the sun at the towering structure in front of us.

It appeared to be a fancy house, or a resort maybe. A tall, white structure towered in front of us, a wooden staircase leading to the door. A familiar looking brunette was starting to scramble up the stairs, tripping over her heels.

"Hey!" I called, chasing after Ally. "Wait for me!"

Panting, Ally was already trying to force open the door.

"You could knock," I said, brushing sand off of my extra-super-mini skirt.

"And you could lighten up," Ally countered. She held open the door. "Ladies first."

I cautiously entered the dwelling. Graffiti covered the walls and a lonely looking lift stood in the center of the room. No one was there. Perfect. Me and Ally could slip out and-

The lift doors opened and the rank stench of booze and unwashed skin filled the room.

A repulsive green man stepped out of the lift and swaggered confidently over to Ally.

"Ah, my package has arrived." He laughed in the most disgusting manner. And Ally…

Ally giggled.

"So why don't you girls come on up to my room, eh?" The filthy man gestured to the lift. I noticed his mismatched eyes, crooked nose, and his even more crooked grin.

"I'm going to stay right here, thank you very much," I replied, a bit of my Southern accent leaking into my voice.

He gave me a once over, shrugged and said, "Fine with me. I'm much more interested in your friend." He slipped and arm around Ally's waist.

I was slightly hurt by his remark, but relieved I wasn't going to be used as a sex toy. For now, anyway.

The lift doors opened again and a huge, and I mean HUGE, man stomped out.

"Muds! What did-" The large man's bass voice trailed off. He facepalmed. "You bought PROSTITUTES?"

The one called Muds chuckled. "Well I can't go and bang Noodle, now can I?"

"I didn't even want to be a prostitute," I blurted. "I was forced."

The large African-American man peered at me curiously. "What about her?" he asked, pointing to Ally. She was whispering things to Muds, who was groping her breasts encouragingly.

"I don't know what's wrong with her," I replied honestly.

"Well then..." The black man rubbed his bald head in a thoughtful manner. "I guess we should get you some clothes."

He led me inside the lift and pressed a red button. It looked like a vandal had gone crazy in there. It creaked slowly upward, and a sick feeling in my gut told me that the lift would break and hurl me to my death any second now.

Home sweet home, a dry voice in my head said.

Shut up! I snapped back. Maybe it'll be good…

Doubt it, the pesky voice said and faded away.

I sighed and the large man patted my back comfortingly. "It'll be alright," He said. I detected a New York accent. "Life ain't so bad here. You'll have to tell me your story sometime. After you've eaten, rested… I apologize for Murdocs behavior."

The lift dinged and the doors opened. "It's fine," I mumbled, exiting the lift with the man following close behind. "Oh, and, um…my name's Audrey."

"Audrey," The man nodded. He offered me a hand the size of a trash can lid. "My name's Russel."

My hand felt so small clasped in his. We shook hands for a second, the he knocked on a door bearing the words "Noodle" scrawled on a piece of paper. A small Asian woman answered, wearing a cat mask and a little red and white dress.

"Who is this?" The woman, who I presume is Noodle, asked.

"This is Audrey," Russel answered. I looked at my feet and gave her a small wave. I could sense an eyebrow being raised in confusion.

"Murdoc bought prostitutes online and Audrey was forced into it," Russel explained. "Could you lend her an outfit?"

"Hai," Noodle nodded. She motioned for me to follow her into her room.

The people just keep getting stranger, and stranger, I thought.

Noodle and Russel were nice, giving me clothes and a place to sleep. Ally was with Murdoc, most likely. I didn't see her all night. I was lonely and terribly homesick. Not even the clothes on my back were my own. But, I suppose it was normal. The loneliness, I mean. Ally was always the one with friends, out partying until the crack of dawn. And all of her boyfriends who held her and kissed her and called her beautiful…

I rolled over in my sleeping bag next to Noodle's bed. It was only 8:00 but I had no reason to stay up later than that. I closed my eyes as the truth crashed over me. The way the waves had hours before.

I was stuck here. I would be lonely, friendless, no one to love me…

So damn pessimistic, said the voice in my head.

Shut up…please, I pleaded. But maybe the voice was right. Maybe I could leave this place. Or maybe I could learn to be happy here…

Ha. That's a good one. I drift into uneasy sleep before I can make any more sarcastic thoughts.

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