DESOLATION CHAPTER ONE

The game of love started as a crime.

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She grasped the alouring red silk between her small fingers delicately. She couldn't be bothered to bend down and take off her heels, she would just have to run in them. If breaking her ankle or leg in the process was apart of it, then so be it. She was just going to run, follow the exact same direction that everybody else was. Straight ahead, the opposite way of where the drama was. But, something was holding her back.

When she spun her head back around, a few darks curls falling from the soft bun resting on the back of her head, she stopped breathing. The air from inside her lungs left her whole body and she shook. Gulping down the remaining bit of saliva in her mouth down her throat, she felt her heart break. It broke down and she finally managed to void her face of the horrific sight. She closed her chocolate brown eyes and let tears fall down her cheeks.

People were pushing against her back, making her slowly move forward and towards the direction that would be best. Better for her, and everyone else around her.

She started running along with the people, her silver heels glanging on the marple floor rapidly. As soon as she got outside, she noticed that everyone seemed to be getting into cars, and limosines, with their respective others. It was then that she realised, she had no one. A shiny black SUV pulled up alongside her and the passenger's side window rolled down. A man with blonde hair and who looked to be wearing a black tux, spoke out to her, "Miss, d'you need a ride?" He smiled politely at her.

Relief took over her, finally, a savior. She nodded, "Yes please, oh thank god." she smiled back, picking up her long dress yet again as the man got out and opened the back door for her. She smiled at him again gratefully, before climbing in and sitting next to another girl. She had red hair and her lips were plump as though she could easily be a model or an actress. The girl turned her head and looked at her,

"Hi, I'm Madison." she stuck her hand out to the brunette,

"Gabriella," she shook her hand and they both smiled.

"Do you know what's going on?" The redhead asked, crossing her long legs so they convered her bare thighs that were on display with the short green dress she was wearing.

"I'm not sure." She told her and Madison nodded her head understandably.

For another five minutes, the car ride was silent, until one of the strange men in the front spoke up, "You girls know where we're going..." his hard voice trailed off, as though he was making a lousy joke that would onlt be understood beween him and the other man.

Madison raised an eyebrow, "I gave you my address, already. You can just drop us off there, Gabi can sleepover at mine.

Gabriella looked at her for a brief moment. She had earned a nickname after knowing this girl for, what, seven minutes. She wasn't complained, it just shocked her that in the middle of all this drama, she still had time to make friends.

The guy who was driving the car smirked into the rearview mirrow and Gabriella noticed. He then turned his head to look at the guy in the passenger's seat, who smirked back. She frowned. Not knowing why, a cold and dangerous shiver ran down her spine.

"Wh-where... where are we- where are we going?" Her voice sounded scared and Madison looked at her.

"Yeah, guys. This isn't the way to my house." she shook her head.

The car stopped, pulling over on the side of the road, infront of a huge appartement building. Gabriella looked out the window, unsure of where they were. She lived in East Albuquerque and yet, she had never crossed this part of the town.

The driver turned round in his seat and flashed his rough teeth, "we know."

Everything seemed to happen so quick from then on.

Gabriella and Madison found themselves being pulled out of the car as fast as lightning. The two men had placed an arm each around their front torsos and gripped their hair in the other hand. The girls schrieked when they realised what was happening.

They stumbled through the front door, the men telling them to keep quiet and act calm. With much hesitation and argument, they finally complied. As soon as they had entered, Gabriella found herself being watched by ten sets of eyes.

There was a group of men in the middle of the room, sat around a large wooden table, that seemed to be making some sort of agreement. One of the men holding the girls cleared his throat, and the men turned.

Three other men, from around the table, stood up, "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse us." they walked over to the men, Gabriella and Madison.

There was another blond man, his hair appearring greasy and untidy. He reached an arm out and grasped onto Madison's. The redhead schrieked, trying to pry herself away from him. He grinned, pulling her roughly after him as he walked away.

Another one of them, who looked older than the rest, pushed his hand against Gabriella's soft brown hair. "Now, you must be... Gabriella." His voice disgusted her and she closed her eyes from it.

"And you're who, Hitler's replacement?!" She snapped furiously, her eyes opening aggressively.

The man smirked, "Ah, Bolton will like you... I'm Erico."

"Who the hell is Bolton?!" she tried to pull herself away from him.

"Come with me," he dragged her through another hallway, before speaking as they walked. "You see, Bolton is one of my biggest workers. 10/80. Two months. He's most recent bitch kiled herself, after one go. He said she wasn't good enough. Which she wasn't, I tested her... so please him." his voice was sturn.

"What do you-"

"You do whatever his says, he will always be in control. Do not even try to boss him around, disobey, physically abuse... or there will be concequences." He paused, pushing a door open and pulling Gabriella through it, "Tomorrow night, you dress up. This dress, if it isn't ruined by then, or another which we will aquire ourselves from State. Understood?"

She was in no place to disobey to his rules, unless she wanted to be killed. He looked like he was fully capable of doing that. So, she nodded. He smired evily, before unlocking another door which they were stopped infront of, "Good... try not to scream."

He pushed her through slamming the door behind her. She could hear him lock it and almost started hyperventilating. What was this place?

Gabriella took a few deep breaths before spinng around, facing away from the door and briefly closing her eyes. The dark red room smelt like smoke. The misty curtains were closed, a small amount of light creeping through the cracks. She didn't dare, but she did, sit down on the bed. It was comfy, but something about it told her that after a while, she wouldn't like it so much.

The turn of a lock as a key entered it and the door creaking open made her gasp of shock. She looked up to find a man enter the room. He barely looked at her before turning his back and locking the door, from the inside. He finally turned and looked at her, a blank expression on his face.

She noticed the way he looked at her, his bright blue eyes beyond anything she had seen before. He threw the golden keys down onto the dresser that was next to the door. He started walking towards her and his hands reached for the bottom of his white and blue striped t-shirt and pulled it off, revealing a muscular chest and heavy biceps. She gulped, maybe she herself would get some pleasure out of this. She thanked herself that she hadn't been stuck with one of the older, dirtier men. He seemed to be around her age, maybe a few years older and he looked clean, washed and tidy.

Suddenly, she found her hands pinned next to her head, as he roughly pushed her down against the bed sheets.

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