A/N: Warning this chapter has some torture scenes, nothing graphical though, read at your own risk.
Wow this had gotten many followers and faves and in only one day, I'm glad people like it. This introduced my OMC, I use him in everything, but for those people who are reading A Wolf's Roses, this Eva is not the same person they just have the same name and both end up with a shape shifter.
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Chapter 2
On the outside the house looked normal almost fancy but out-of-place among the rows of rundown buildings, it was ominous on the inside. A dark maze of bear chambers, I'll always remember the parade of men, one after the other day by day, forcing me to have sex. I remember contemplating death on several occasions, even attempting to take my life once by slitting my wrist with a broken piece of glass, unfortunately they found me and the resident doctor fixed me up in time.
My name is Evander Morvay and I am a slave in a Russian brothel, if I refused sex, I get beaten, held under water for long periods, shocked with electric cords and denied food and water. There was no escape from this hell whole, believe me I have tried, I quickly became too weak to attempt any form of escape.
I have been placed in what I have come to know as low-class the part of the building that is for the sex slaved that are kept for repetitive use by different paying customers. The other prisoners are mostly kept in high-class and sold on the market to rich old men who can't get what they want from a willing partner.
I wasn't sure what life would be better, if I had been high-class and sold then I might have had a better chance of escape. However, I'm stuck here and there is no use of dreaming of a better life. I wasn't giving up hope though I would escape if it was the last thing I do, Death or freedom, is what it came down to.
It was late afternoon when things got interesting, two of the guards rushed passed dragging two unconscious boys not much older than me, I felt warmth radiating from them, something I hadn't felt in so long but it was still a failure sensation to me, these boys are like me, these boys are wizards.
The guards rushed the boys passed quickly, down the dark halls and to the Torture chamber,
That's where all new comers get taken, I vividly remember my first two weeks in that room; the horrors you go through. You learn the rules quickly around here, otherwise the torture chamber is where you end up and believes me, no one ever wishes to go there, I would rather die.
Over the next few night all that could be heard where screams of agony, the new boys where in a whole new world of pain. I felt so helpless as I lay on my blanket on the floor of my cell. They locked me in for the night, having finished with their customers. I needed to get to the boys before they break, if I could get into the torture chamber… I needed to get into trouble; I needed to make a scene so they would take me away for punishment.
The next morning I got up as early as I dare, I had my stale bread and warm water for breakfast, when the guard came to take me to the yard for the morning, I put stage one of my plan into action. The guard that came and got me that morning was Louis, he was tall and bulky with an ugly round face, covered in scared. He never talked to me when he retrieved me in the mornings, something I'm thankful for.
All the other guards make comments, slap me around and call me names like whore, or slut.
Louis expected me to keep walking once I was out of my cell but instead I stood still facing the wall, I could tell it both angered and confused the ugly brute. Louis slapped me on the back of my head trying to get me to move, my body was shaking from the hit but I stayed firm.
Louis was getting more pissed by the second and I was beginning to slightly regret doing this, he pushed me to the ground and got on top of me pinning my hands to the ground, I struggled against his grip knowing there was no way I would get loose, but knowing it would anger Louis even more, he hated it when we fought back. After a few punched to my face and ribs Louis got of me and ordered me to get up, I was in pain all over which helped me stay down, all my instincts were screaming at me to do as I'm told but I needed to get to the two wizards in the torture chamber.
Louis grew inpatient and after a few more seconds of me not doing as I'm told, Louis picked me up roughly and through me against the wall, my head hit the wall so hard I swear I hear a crack. In a dazed state I built up as much courage as I could and spat at Louis, I felt so discussed in myself for doing so but I had to do it. I see Louis' fist once more before I collapse to the floor engulfed in a cloud of darkness.
It was dark when I awoke and I could barely see anything. I couldn't have been out for long, but I remember pain, Micah, the torturer, he knew what he was doing when it came to inflicting pain on people, he was the most feared man in the brothel, more feared than the big boss.
Micah was standing next to the table that I'd been placed upon, he was smiling at me, as always Micah loved his job, I was so terrified I whimpered and cowered in his presence.
They had stripped by body of the small shorts I was permitted to wear and I was bound to the table. I struggled once more against the bindings but as soon as Micah's hand rested on my bare stomach, I froze, oh but the things I'd let Micah do to me if it meant I could get to the two wizards and formulate an escape plan.
"We're going to have so much fun Pet" Micah chuckled before bringing the whip he carried in his hands down as heard as he could on to my naked chest, I screamed, as loud as I could, the pain was so great I almost passed out again.
Micah struck me with the whip reputedly for what felt like hours, my chest, and legs where ghastly, covered in long gashes and welts, blood ran down my body and to the floor, my throat was sore and I could barely scream any more, it hurt too much, tears ran down my face. I hadn't cried in months but with the pain I was in I couldn't help it.
Micah spent a few more hours torturing me, having his way with me, until I passed out again.
The next time I woke up, I was no longer bound to the table and Micah was no longer in the room. Jack, one of the stupid guards had taken over, Jack wasn't much of a worker, he was fat and lazy and at present the most beautiful things I could have laid my eyes on.
Jack sat in the far corner sleeping his shift away and he always did.
Using all the strength I had left, I sat myself up to look around the dirty, blood stained chamber. The memory of my first time here came crashing down on me and I began to panic, my heart was beating erratically and I was struggling to breath, my chest hurt greatly with every lung full of air I barely managed to take in, I covered my mouth with a bloody hand and tried my best to suppress more tears. I had to get out. Taking in the chamber once more I found the two boys lying against the back wall completely naked and covered in their own blood. I slowly and painfully mad my way over to where they had been carelessly tossed.
" H..hay!" I crocked out painful, as it was to talk. The blond boy raised his head and mad eye contact, a good sign so far.
"Are you ok?" The blond boy shook his head no, and I felt tears breaking the surface again, I forced them away as I moved over to the smaller brunette. He was out cold and from what I could tell he was hurt more badly, he probably fought back.
"Can you move, do you think you can walk?" I asked the blond; he didn't answer.
"You need you get up and come with me" I said as firmly as I could, my throat throbbed with pain when I speak.
"Are you getting us out of here?" the boy asked with hope filled eyes, the picture the boy painted was heart breaking and all u wanted to do was break down and cry again.
"Not yet, we're going to my room, we can talk there about escaping" I rasped out, the blond boy stood and I went to pull the other boy up, but pain was stopping me from succeeding in my task.
"Give me a hand," I asked the tall blond who looked like he would rather chew his own arm off.
"I can't lift him in this condition; I need you to help me" rolling his eyes the blond moved slowly to the other side of the unconscious boy and together we managed to get him upright and leaning heavily on my shoulder.
We manoeuvred through the dimly lit halls and mad it to my cell, after placing the dark-haired boy down on my bed, I moved to the far side of the cell, less than a meter away to let myself fall on top of my blanket.
"I'm Evander Morvay, what's your name then?" I asked the exhausted looking blond.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy" I looked at the boy as if he had grown an extra head, a Malfoy out in the Muggle world, it was un-heard of.
"What's a Malfoy doing in the Muggle world?" I asked and now it was his turn to look at me as if I had grown something extra.
"Muggle? Then you're a… a Wizard to?"
"Yes, I'm a am, who is this then?" I asked pointing to the unconscious brunette.
"This?" Draco said pointing to the smaller boy, shaking his head Draco hauled himself up with difficulty and sat himself down on my bed, using a bloody hand he stroked the brunette's check, almost lovingly before moving onto the task of moving the other boy's hair out of his face.
Even in the dark, I could make out the unmistakable lightning bolt scar that belonged to none other than Harry Potter.
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