Love from a Nightmare
Chapter 7: The Danger
((Sakura's POV))
The men came into the truck when they took us to the new brothel. the pushed some of us off the beds and hit the others. They pushed us and pulled us into the brothel. I looked around, it seemed like we were in a desert or something. It had dirt and grass, like a place in those western movies. They pushed us into the basement again and locked the door when they left. Tiffany looked around the room "Great...the cops aren't gonna find us..." she said in doubt
"They will...I know they will" I say, my voice getting softer. I layed down on a bunch of hay.
The room was very different from the last one. There weren't bunkbeds, there were piles of hay with blankets and pillows. There was a dirt floor, no table in the middle with coffee, the windows were barred shut. This felt like a dungeon. No, this IS a dungeon. The night had gone on continuously with no customer to rape them. Issabella coughed a little during the night which made most of us concerned. Tiffany did not know what happened to those that got sick she finally admitted.
We woke up the next day to the same man yelling of course. He pulled Tiffany out of the room this time instead of me. We all seemed to know what was going to happen. I prayed that she be alright. I layed in the bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about rescue, thinking about escape. Will we ever get out of here? Alive? Will Sasuke's dad ever find us? I don't know...I just hope they did.
((Sasuke's POV))
We had found a base in the middle of the night. The cops stormed in with their guns searching around for people. I ran down to the basement with Itachi, gun at hand to protect myself with. Itachi had one too, it was like we were officially on the job. "SAKURA...SAKURA ARE YOU IN HERE!" I called out not recieving any answer from anyone or anything. I couldn't hear a single word, or any breathing from any one other than Itachi and me. We started to look around the room incase they had hid the girls and forced them to be quiet. we found nothing which had made me worry. Where did they have them? i wondered if Sakura was ok. I see a rag with a white substance on it. Is that...Is that cum!
Itachi took a sample of the substance for analysis and DNA. We had teh mobile lab with us. It was a van with computers for analysing data, DNA scans, kind of like CSI work. We found it was cum and we got information on the man that once had it. A group of the team went off to talk to the man and get our information from it. They had a recorder with them to show us when they had gotten the info.
This was a dead end! What were we going to do. We didn't know where they had went. Dad found tire tracks out in the back and we found a car that matched them. Well, several cars which made it harder for us.
((Sakura's POV))
The long hours had now passed and it felt like years before Tiffany was finally back with us. She stll had that attitude look on her face but something just seemed a little different. Tiffany sighed not wanting to say anything. She sat down on her bed and laid down. She closed her eyes and was soon asleep. Poor girl, must be really tired. Rosita was up next and the man pulled her out of the room as he did Tiffany. Issabella coughed harshly when he was gone and away. We all worried greatly about her health. During the times they had given us food, we gave a little more to Issabella just so she could have something to eat for now.
The days have passed, almost one week now. Issabella's cough has been getting worse. She's been feeling really dizzy and her fever got higher. God if only it was like it was back then. If only I was like my great aunt, the...what was she? The medical ninja yea that's it. Well now we don't have chakra or whatever. I can't help her. None of us can help her. We all got worried about her. Less and less often she was being taken out to "please" the pervs. We often changed shifts on watching her. Tiffany and I took turns watching her at night and keeping watch for any of the men.
It's been over a week, Issabella had gotten worse. She shivered a little and looked like she was freezing. Her fever had gone up. The day went on like it always had. One of us go out while the others help Issabella, we gave more food to Issabella trying to figure out what was wrong with her. I worry a lot about Issabella.
It was my turn to please a customer. I went up obidiently. It was like a hotel suite. There was a pool in the center of it all where a lot of people were playing, taking kids upon kids. What a bunch of pedophiles! The owner sat me on the bed. It was his room. He had a knock on the door and went to it.
"What do you want!" he said angrily.
"We got another one, come on, she's a little fiesty" the other man said.
The owner looked back at me. "Stay here, I'll be back bitch" he walked out closing the door behind him.
I looked around the room. It was a beige creamy color. Posters of naked women all around. What a perv. I looked on the desk and saw a notebook. I opened it up and looked at the contents inside of it. It had dates and names and places. It seemed like a journal. I skimmed through the pages where I found my name in it. I read through what it had. I read that he had a schedule of my life. The time I went to school, when I walked or was driven. When I was with gaara, up to the day before we broke up and I was kidnapped. I looked aronud the room and saw a lamp, bed, chair, couch, tv, computer, cell phone...CELLPHONE! This is it! My way to escape! picked up the phone and rummaged through my pockets hoping for Sasuke's number, if he ever gave it to me. I pulled out a piece of paper, it was his number, but how did I get it? He must've slipped it into my pants or something. I quickly dialed the number and herd the ringing. My heart raced, I would be able to call him and get help. But I didn't know where I was. I didn't know if it was the right number, I didn't know if he had is cellphone...how do I know this is help and not a waste call?
Sorry again it's taking so long! I am suffering from severe writer's block, I am uploading and� typing like non stop! thank you for your patience.
