Chapter 6

Waking up in a hospital was a low blow for her. When she realized that she wasn't home but in some foreign place she thought she might break down crying.

She moved her legs to confirm she wasn't sedated and the IV on her wrist was benign. She stood up on the room and gave some tentative steps around it. It would have to do. She found her clothes in a bag on the feet of the bed, steading herself she stood up again and did her best to get dressed without taking the IV off, but it was impossible so she pulled it off a tad roughly and she regretted it for a second before moving on.

She did the bed and hid the hospital clothes under the bed; it looked like it hadn't been used. She opened the door and looked around, she didn't see any doctors so she walked around pretending she had something very important to do and she shouldn't be bothered. Pretending that you knew what you were doing usually worked to avoid being interrupted but she wasn't so sure looking at her blooded clothes.

As she watched the two men walking towards her she thought that her guardian angel must be hangover or just hate her. She managed to turn naturally and thought about running but her legs thought "walking slower than a turtle", so she looked at the rooms around her as she heard heavy steps and walked towards one of them with a sly smile. A hand grabbed ruthlessly her arm and didn't even have to pretend to flinch. Mask man gave her a serious look; she just tried to look innocent and pointed to the bathroom sign that was in front of her. She was released immediately and she moved to the bathroom. Once inside, a shaky breath left her lips. She splashed water on her face and slapped her cheeks as the other women in the bathroom looked at her frightened.

She took a second to look at herself in the mirror, he hair was tangled and in some of her locks there were leafs and sticks, her clothes in their wrinkled wonder had lost their color and were now crimson red, you know, blood colored, her trousers still had a hole below her crotch. The only thing that was clean was her face.

She entered one of the stall, she was already there anyway. She couldn't think of anything and she wasn't sure what was going on. Was the sex traffic thing finished? Had they been found out?

She chose to follow them diligently; she couldn't find a way to escape now and she wanted to see what came next, will they release her into the wilderness again? Pretty please?

She stepped out and Log man and Mask man were on her sides, they guided her out of the hospital, at least they walked on her rhythm. The walk was torturous, her legs hurt and she was tired of not knowing what was going on, she wanted to change clothes and lie down.

They reached a neighborhood; all houses looked the same and walked into one of the porches, after a second of standing in silence she looked for a ring. There wasn't any. She looked at Mask man and he tilted his head upwards, telling her go ahead, she pushed the door but it didn't open, she tried pulling. Log man then made it slide to the side, she felt like thanking him. She waited for either to step inside even though she was aching to sit down and rest. She hadn't been able to escape, her efforts were useless so she wanted to sit down now.

It was Mask man who did it and Log man spoke a bye before leaving. She followed him upstairs until he made her a sign to stop in front of a door, he entered the room and started to run the water, it was a shower. He gave new her clothes and held his hand in front of his nose and shook it. She was offended instantly, what a nice way of telling her she stinks. Let's see how you'd smell if you lived in the forest, bitch. She took the clothes and walked inside the room closing the door behind her and making sure she locked it. She threw the clothes to the ground and turned the shower of and starting filling the bathtub.

She entered it before it was filled by an inch, hey she was tired. The hot water relaxed her hurt legs so much she thought she could fall sleep there. She forced herself to scratch the dirt and dried blood off her at some point. She washed her hair three times and she forced herself to stop when her scalp protested at touch. When she came out of the water and took the bath plug out and watched the water disappear.

She dried her body and put the new clothes on and folded the old ones. She looked at herself in the mirror in her vanity and she decided she was fine. Her ginger hair wasn't wild anymore, but it wasn't silky and straight either, it still looked a little dry. The shirt fit her nicely but the skirt was a little bit too big so it slides a little below her hips. She watched herself sadly… she was way too thin her skin was pale

With a towel on her head and her dirty clothes on her hands, she came out of the bathroom hyperaware of her surroundings and jumpy as heck. The bathroom had sheltered her from her reality and now she had to think about what was going on in her life, worse, she had to face what was going on in her life. She had been kidnapped, a fact, she had been tested and cured, another fact. Why? She could only speculate, but it's very probable that the answer is prostitution.

Why here, why him, why? Oh, oh, oh.

That's why he was so keen in taking her there during the trip, that's why he fed her, why she was in his house… She was his personal whore. He found her, he gets to keep her.

Well, this was starting to suck. She doubted she would make it to the forest from the middle of the town. Her back met the wall's cold surface as she supported herself with it, he was going to force her into some sexual encounter in a very close future was terrifying.

She flinched again as Mask man appeared next to her, he signed to follow him, so she did. When they reached the door he pointed at her head, she touched the towel so she took it off and held it in her hand, not sure where to put it. He was getting impatient by the sound his foot was making against the floor, so she just put it away with the rest of her clothes on top of a little table.

He walked through the door and she followed on his left side, walking faster that she should be. He wasn't exactly running, but one of his steps was two for her short legs. She tripped on a rock and her legs gave up so she supported herself with the first thing she could grab, which happened to his arm. He tensed up and stopped walking, when waited a second and when she didn't let go he continued walking, he was still tense but she couldn't walk without support and she couldn't exactly ask for a crane.

They walked through streets and she gave up trying to remember the way back. Mask man held a book on his other hand but it didn't seem like he was distracted as he moved fluidly avoiding people walking towards them. She was causing a commotion, pairs of eyes following her movement and mouths gossiping about her. She couldn't help but feel bothered.

They reached their destination apparently as he knocked on a door and proceeded to maintain the longest conversation she's heard before entering a house. The woman who opened the door eyed her, probably bothered by the fact that she was still touching his arm. She then moved aside and they entered the house, it was a lot bigger than the one she was taken to, so she assumed the person he was going to meet was more important than Mask man. Why would he take her there? Was he showing off? One figures he'd gave her better clothes.

They walked into a living room; it had a space for a chess board in front of some sliding doors. Another man approached them. He was a skinny looking man, he wasn't as tall as Mask man but she found him just as intimidating and when their eyes met. She felt like she was being tested in a everything you do will be used as proof against you kind of way.

She averted his look and lamely hid behind Mask Man's arm. If it earned her a reaction she didn't notice because the walls were a lot more entertaining to look at. Mask man touched her fingers and she released him immediately, the two men walked away talking and she just stood there, like a fool. Mask man pointed to the couch and she moved to sit on it.

Wait, she didn't consider that maybe she was here as a whore, fuck. Maybe Mask man was her pimp or something. Shit, fuck, fuck. The hairs on her neck stood up as goose bumps traveled her body and her mind panicked. It had to happen at some point, right? Fuck this was not easy.

The two men kept talking while she just sat there looking in front of her and letting her imagination travel through the dark parts of her mind. A boy entered the room, he looked way younger than her like 11-12 and she felt sad as the realization that maybe she was there as some kind of test to "become a man"; one of those terrible rites boys had to go through. By the look on his face he had no idea what she was doing there, but he seemed more preoccupied by the fact that Mask Man was there too.

She didn't have to understand the language to know he was told to sit next to her.

This was terrible, he was just a child. If that was his parent he was awful, it was abuse! This poor kid was going to end up fucked up because of this. He was a child, he even had a toy in his hands. Oh, she knew that toy, it was just like a Rubik's cube, she used to do them with her cousin and compete who was faster. She always lost, her forte was cards.

The kid was stealing glances at her in what she suspected to be discrete but absolutely wasn't. He really was just a kid, she kept her head still and her gaze focused in a point in front of her and let the movement of her hand catch his attention, then she placed her hands as if she was holding the cube and started to do the right movements slowly. She could check his movements with the corner of her vision, still keeping her eyes on the point. From behind her you wouldn't be able to tell she was doing anything, she was still and hadn't moved her head in minutes. No one could tell she was paying attention to the boy.

When the cube was done, it cracked. All its pieces fell to the sofa revealing that in the middle of it there was some sort of piece.

Of course, the first thing the kid did was tell someone, she should have seen it coming but her dumbassment had been blocking the view. Kids want recognition, they want a award for finish a task, they want acknowledgement from who they deem superior to them, they want to impress adults and who would he want to impress the most? The person who gave him the cube: his dad.

She was fine as long he didn't tell on her. So it was exactly what happened, she could tell because the motherfucker was pointing at her. This is it she was never helping another brat ever fucking again. Read the fucking room kid. She knew he face had a crooked smile and eyes full of fury, but he didn't have to be so obvious. Snitches get stiches, bitch. The only thing that kept her from smacking him was how utterly terrified she was.

Her body tensed up like crazy as she felt all gazes on her, the goosebumps returned and she had to turn her hands to fist to avoid shaking. The kid finally seemed to understand he shouldn't have told on her by the oi, oi he spoke. Surprise, bitch, you fucked up. You fucked me up.

The boy's father spoke again and he answered with a un, and left the couch. Damn she was done, finished, ended…done. The boy walked to a box and picked up a fancy bag. He took it to the chess board and started arranging the pieces glancing at her once in a while. He sat on a cushion on the floor and lifted his hand in front of him, signaling her to sit to play. Oh, okay.

Maybe she could play this off…right?