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My new home is an underground building near a bar in Manhattan. It is dark, smelly and old. There is a hallway lined with mattresses for each girl. Cloths of different colors hang in front, providing a little privacy. Nicholas and Dmitry shove me down on a mattress next to Natasha and another mattress, but there is no girl there.

"Welcome home." Dmitry says while I rub my wrists, finally freed from the restraints. They walk off down the hallway to a room at the end where I am guessing is Vlad's room.

"Are you alright?" Natasha asks slurring her words.

"Yes, fine, where is Irina?" I ask looking around for the young girl. Natasha nods towards Vlad's room and continues picking at a string on her hoodie. I gulp thinking about Irina with Vlad. I situate myself on the mattress and finally take a good look at Natasha. Her eyes are glazed over, she is sweating and she is swaying back and forth. She is high, and as I look around I notice so are the rest of the girls.

"How about you lay down." I say to her, helping her onto her back.

"You are to kind." She says and within seconds is passed out like some of the other girls. I pull a blanket on her and wipe the sweat from her forehead. I wait for Irina, and what after seems like hours she emerges from Vlad's room. She tries to run towards me, but my guess is she has never walked in heels before by the way she stumbles towards me.

"Sasha, you are alive." She exclaims, pulling me in for a hug. I groan in pain where I hit my ribs on her. "Sorry!" she cries, tears forming in her eyes.

"It is fine, why are you dressed up like that?" I ask surveying her. She is in a gold sequenced dress that barley covers her. It is v necked down to her mid chest, with tank top style straps. It stops a little higher than mid-thigh. She has about 5 inch black heels on. Her beautiful black hair is down covering her shoulders.

"My first job." She replies trembling a little. Her Russian accent is more apparent under the stress and fear. This time I am the one to pull her in for a hug.

"So soon?" I ask.

"I leave in an hour." She says, trying to regain her strength.

"I am so sorry, everything will be okay." I say as she pulls out of the hug. She nods and gives me a fake smile, knowing well that nothing will be okay.

"Is Natasha alright?" she asks, pointing towards the passed out girl.

"I think so, I do not know what kind of drugs they gave her." I say worriedly, surveying the girl, shaking in her sleep.

"She is a very nice girl; she helped me while you were gone." Irina says. "I had my first meeting with Vlad." She says, tears welling up in her eyes again. I just gulp and hug her again.

"Luckily they put us together." She says turning to the once empty mattress next to mine. She pulls out a box of makeup.

"Help me put it on?" she asks.

"Of course" I say taking the box from her.

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Half an hour later Irina's makeup is done and she looked gorgeous. Even under the circumstances.

"You look very pretty." I tell her after she does a spin. I laugh as she almost falls.

"Thanks, I need to work on the walking though." She says giggling. "And if the dress was a little longer." She says tugging on the bottom of it.

"I know it is enough material to cover an infant." I say looking at the dress more now.

"Not like it is going to be on for long." Irina says trembling again. She is close to breaking down. I take her hand and give it an encouraging squeeze. She looks as she is about to say something, but Nicholas pulls back the cloth and she stops herself.

"Let's go." Nicholas orders grabbing Irina. She shoulders him off.

"I can walk." She says, while stumbling along in the tall heels. I smirk, mouth the words good luck and she is gone. I lay back on my bed wishing for rest and wishing Irina did not have to do this now. It was sick these men treating us like we are not real people. Something they can buy, use and throw away. I close my eyes ,in an attempt to calm myself, and Sean's face appears in front of me. I can see every detail of his face. His smile, his eyes, I can see it all. It brings a smile to my face.

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After hours of sleep Irina comes waltzing back through the door, holding her heels and a wad of money. She holds her head up high and walks through the hallway. Still high girls reach out to touch her, but she avoids them and their gaze, except for me. She shoots me a look that says all the confidence is an act. She is trying to make it look better for other girls. Only Irina would do something as noble. She pauses a little before opening Vlad's door. She takes a deep breath and pushes it open and walks in. She spends about twenty minutes in Vlad's room before she stumbles out looking like Natasha had. So that was the deal. He sells us and when we bring back money he gives us drugs, the more money the more drugs. That is disgusting.

Irina falls to the floor in front of her mattress. I run to catch her, but I am too late. Seeing her crumpled up on the floor like that, I make up my mind. We are getting out, first chance we get. I run to Irina's side and hoist her up onto the mattress. I pull a blanket over her and whisper in her ear.

"I will get us out, all three of us, first chance we get." Shock registers on her face and she nods, but I do not know if she really understands. I retire back to my spot hoping to get in a few more hours of sleep, but it seems things are not going my way today when Natasha sits up and lets out a blood curdling scream.

"Where is he?" she screams at the top of her lungs. "Where did you take him?" she is still screaming. I grab her thrashing limbs in an attempt to calm her.

"Shh Natasha, I am right here." I whisper. This must be an effect of the drugs I think. Who is she talking about? Why will she not wake up? She goes limp in my arms, finally waking of the nightmare. Tears stream down her face. I move to sit next to her.

"He took him." She says shaking and sobbing. "He took him from me." She cries. I try my best to comfort her.

"Who took him?" I ask her.

"My father." She says quivering.

"Who did your father take?" I say. She can barely bring herself to say it and when she does she whispers it.

"My son."

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