Chapter two of TTLOS: Thank you so much for your amazing reviews! Please keep them coming
Warning: Mature themes, LONG story.
Would like to thank my beta PorkChopSmall for her help :)
"She's waking up. 168, 24197 is waking up."
A woman in her early twenties hurriedly came by Elena's bed as the girl's eyes slowly opened. Elena let out a gasp when she saw two girls staring at her and the other woman, the one in her twenties, wiping her face with a cool cloth. The temperature of the cloth compared to the heat of her body made her jump, trying to move away. She stared wide eyed at the woman, shaking and feeling the beads of sweat slip down her face.
"What happened?" Elena asked, taking in the surroundings.
Somehow she found herself in a large bedroom, in which there were about four beds, wardrobes and other pieces of furniture. The walls where a bare wood with no colour or life in the room at all. The floor was also cold wood, with only a small rug in the middle.
"Careful, 24197," The woman said as she continued to take care of Elena's wounds. "You girls…get out."
"But…"
"Get out." The woman glared.
Elena looked at the two young girls in surprise, and then looked at the woman who was currently taking care of her injuries. The girls quickly left the room, shutting the door behind them. Elena winced as she moved on the bed, being careful as she watched the older woman.
"Are you a cop?"
The woman chuckled bitterly. "That's what they always think, when they first wake up. No dear, I'm no cop. Now, please, there is a lot we have to go through."
"What?" Elena's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What's going on? Where am I?"
"They have really been weakening you, haven't they?" The woman said, more to herself than to Elena.
"What?"
"What do you remember?"
"Nothing," Elena said, then stopped. "Actually, no. I was in a different bedroom, there was a man. He…h-he…" Her eyes widened as the memory seemed to settle in. The woman looked at her with pity, but then, her expression soon turned cold.
"The less you remember about the life you used to know, the better," She said. "You'll forget soon, anyway. It just becomes less painful if you decide to forget about it on your own."
"Please," Elena begged, the woman's words doing nothing to ease her fear.
"There isn't much to understand," She replied. "My name is 168, and I am responsible for you. Now please, I have to get you ready or we're both in trouble."
"What are you talking about? Why are you called 168?" Panic was evident in Elena's voice as she sat straighter on the bed, ready to jump off it if she had to.
"The person you were is dead," 168 explained. "Your name from now on is 24197. It's a simple procedure-you are here to work and work hard. You are here to help others earn money. You are here to give your superiors their pleasure. If you follow my rules, your superiors will love you…they will take care of you. If you don't follow my rules, which are designed to help you capture your superiors' attention, then they will hurt you."
"I don't understand," Elena choked. "Why am I here?"
"Rule one," 168 said. "Never ask any questions. Never ask why. Never ask why you, and never question your superiors' wants and needs. Think of this as business."
"24197," 168 said, taking Elena's hand as she placed her on a chair and ran a brush down Elena's beautiful brown hair, "You have been living here for two months. Your superiors have been feeding you and taking care of you. Now it's only fair for you to pay them back and show some gratitude."
"Why can't I remember anything from the past two months?"
"It's because you don't need to remember," 168 said. "All that matters now is the future."
"Please, this is insane!" Elena snapped, jumping off the chair and heading for the door. "I'm going home."
Elena hurried towards the door, however, to her surprise it was locked.
"What did you think? That you'll just leave because you hate these terms and conditions?"
"Let me go!" Elena screamed, "Let me go!"
"Shut up and don't scream, or it's going to end up very badly for you."
Elena just screamed harder, hitting at the door furiously.
"Stop!" 168 yelled, "If you value your life…stop!"
Elena paid no attention but soon, the door somehow opened. 168 suddenly stopped and the silence was almost deafening. Elena looked up and saw that a man was in front of her, observing her with cold, evil eyes. Without taking his eyes off her, he shut the door and inched forwards towards her, causing Elena to step back.
"168, is this the new one?" He eyed Elena, rubbing his chin.
"Yes, sir," 168 gasped breathlessly.
"It seems like you haven't been doing your job very well, 168." He chuckled darkly. "This girl obviously has no idea that we don't tolerate screaming here, otherwise she wouldn't have screamed."
"I'm sorry, sir, I tried to warn her but-"
168 let out a painful cry when the man's hand suddenly connected with her cheek. The force was so much that the woman stumbled; only catching herself on the wall for support. Her face was instantly red and burning.
"Shut up," He spat at her, and then turned to Elena who had her hand on her mouth in shock; watching as the man made his way towards her and pinned her to the wardrobe in a mere second.
"Ah, sweet cheeks," He said, his hands travelling down her body, "You really have no idea of what you're in for."
He took Elena by the arm roughly and started to inspect it. Then, he turned to 168, who was still rubbing her cheek. His nail racked down her skin, making Elena's skin crawl all over.
"Why doesn't she have her name inked on her yet?"
"She's only been conscious for two days, sir. No one has told me to perform the act myself. I usually wait for Mr. Wes's orders."
Wes.
Elena's eyes widened in horror as she heard the name.
"Very well then," The man replied. "I believe that her name is 24197?"
"My name is Elena Gilbert!" Elena screamed as she suddenly started to fight him off, trying to move away from him. "I am not a fucking number!"
"Watch your mouth, princess," The man spat at her, holding one side of her hair roughly. "168, bring me the kit, now."
"Please…where am I?" Elena begged, "Just please…tell me what's going on."
"I will," The man smirked. "Soon enough."
168 returned with a kit and she handed in to the man who was currently pinning Elena to the wardrobe without even glancing at Elena. Elena's eyes widened in horror as she saw what she could describe as some sort of tattooing kit. Without warning, the man took hold of her wrist as Elena started to scream, however her pleads fell on deaf ears.
"If you hold still, it won't hurt as much," He told her with a sick smile on his face.
The woman gave a saddened look before holding Elena's arm out properly. The man pulled a cloth from his pocket and stuffed it in to Elena's mouth to silence her and then started to pierce the number on her skin.
24197.
Elena let out a sharp cry at the pain, but the man didn't seem to care. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't get away. She tried to calm herself, breathing through her nose, but nothing helped. The torture seemed to go on for long, painful minutes, but then he finally stopped, throwing her against the wardrobe even rougher.
"Let me give you a brief description, princess," The man mocked, pulling the cloth from her mouth and shoving her to the middle of the room. "Obviously, you haven't quite figured it out. Take off your clothes."
Elena started to sob and shook her head repetitively. She held her arm carefully, blood dribbling down to her fingertips.
"I said, take off your clothes!" Elena felt a smack on her backside and the man turned to 168. "168, you haven't really told 24197 that we also do not tolerate disobedience."
"Do what he says," 168 told her, her dark black locks bouncing in front of her face as she tugged on them nervously.
"Tell her that it's the wisest thing to do," The man continued, "For both your sakes."
"It's the wisest thing to do, for both our sakes," 168 repeated, her eyes shooting daggers at Elena.
Elena's shaky hands found the first button of the pyjama shirt she had been wearing, popping it open within a second. Soon, the shirt was over her head and over the bed, and the pants pooled on the floor by her feet.
"Good girl," He praised her. "Now, what do you ask?"
Elena tried to cover as much of her body as possible, even though she was still wearing a black bra and matching panties.
"Tell me, 24197, what do you say now?"
"I d-don't k-know, s-sir."
"How come you do not know this information?" He sighed, gently stroking Elena's face. "168, help her out."
"24197, you have to ask your customer if he is satisfied."
"So, what do you do now?" The man asked.
"Sir, are you satisfied?" Elena said, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes.
"Not quite," The man said, disappointed, then his disappointment turned to a smirk. "So, 24197, your customer had just told you that he's not quite satisfied. What would you do, to make his experience more…enjoyable?"
Again, words escaped her.
"168…"
"You'll ask him if he would like to see more of you, at an extra cost," 168 said robotically.
Elena started to shake.
"Come on, girl. If I really were your customer, I would've reported you already. I know that this is your first on the job training, but we aren't going to be very sweet. Tell me, girl. What will you do?"
"Sir…would you like to see more of me, at an extra cost?"
"Good girl!" The man praised her as if he were praising a dog after obeying a command. "And what if I told you that yes, I would?"
No no no no no
"Please, sir, I…"
The man moved in front of her, his fingers on her back until they reached the strap of her bra. "You know what to do."
Elena remained still until he withdrew his hand away from her breast, only to cup it one last time before giving her a pat on the head like a well-trained dog. He made a satisfied noise, running his hand down her sides.
"Good, very good," He said, motioning her to stand up by using his finger. 168 had remained silent throughout the entire time, even when Elena let out a sharp cry when he pinched her sensitive flesh. "Excellent actually." He turned around to look at 168. "She can start immediately. 24197-you can put your clothes back on."
Elena shakily put her bra on and then turned to find another pyjama-only this time, it was a satin nightgown. It was black and red trim, barely covering her body properly.
"You can take care of the rest," The man said, reaching forwards to put a kiss on Elena's lips before vanishing from in front of them.
"Breakfast is at seven, you're expected to wake up by 5am," 168 said robotically. "Chores start 5.15 sharp. No warm water available for showers-if you want warm water, you have to work hard for it. Baths are a privilege. Dinners consist of white rice, any sauces come at an extra cost and if you want Bolognese, you have to work harder than a dog. Drinking water is available and we are entitled to a 2 litre bottle per day. If you drink a glass more, even if it's tap water-there will be hell to pay." 168 stopped for a second to catch her breath.
"You are expected to work in the bars in this community, stripping for our men and keeping them satisfied. The bars are within this large block, there is no chance of escaping or of finding a way out. A map will be given to you to help you find your way around. At night, you will come here in this room and change to your sexiest attire; and then you'll go with the other girls to the area where you'll be auctioned for a night. You will pleasure the winner accordingly, whether it's a lap dance or sexual activities, keeping in mind that you have to always ask if the customer is satisfied or not-if he wants to take it a step further or not."
She stopped again, as if to think about what she needed to say next. "You will never bring up your past, you will try to forget where you came from and any chance of getting back there. You will never tell anyone your real name-your real name is only the number we have bestowed on you. You have to remind yourself that as your name states-you are just a number, an irreplaceable number. You are required to take the pill on a regular basis, for which you will also pay for. If tips are made; then 75% of them shall be given to your superiors. Mr. Adam, the man who has just been here, is one of your superiors and therefore, obedience and respect are a must. No running in corridors; no shouting, no questions asked, only obedience. This room is shared with four other girls you'll soon meet, however the sexual…activities take place in the dark rooms, the one you were in before you were brought here."
"For the auction, your given name is the number inked on your wrist. For your bedroom activities, the man will choose to call you whatever he wants, as long as you do not reveal your true identity. Failure to comply with these rules and guidelines will result in hard work, beatings and worse. Do you understand?"
Elena couldn't open her mouth to utter a word. Her eyes were full of tears as she knelt down in front of 168 and started to beg her, pleading with her with all her heart and soul. She cried, cried for Damon and cried for God-she asked Him to help her, but somehow no one was listening to her pleas.
"Stand up," 168 said roughly, "You have work to do."
As you might've guessed, Elena is in a modern-day brothel. Don't worry, Damon will be making an appearence soon.
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