Chapter 2 (Imprisoned)

I wasn't the only one that was a prisoner. I was constantly chained inside a cell. I shared a cell with 4 other girls. I knew there were more because I had constantly heard them screaming as they were tortured. Their screams had pierced through my soul. After two days, a fifth girl was brought into my cell. Surprisingly, she was my half sister, Alexia Ann Trate.

You see, when my mom was pregnant with me, the no sex thing made my dad hang out with his buddies more often, which meant more drinking. Unfortunately, he went overboard once and went home with a girl at a bar. He had no feelings for her but he did pay her child fee every month. Eventually, my mom forgave him, but I suspect that it because he was the only source of income she had. I guess she got over it eventually.

Under normal circumstances, I would be glad to see her, but I wasn't. She was to have the same fate as me.

I woke up feeling dizzy. I shook my head a few times before I noticed that my hands were chained to the wall. Where am I, I thought, the last thing I remember is getting into the car…

The guy that picked me up was standing right in front of me. "You're awake. I was starting to think you were going to sleep all day," he said with a smile. "My name is Jack Daniels. Yours?"

"S-S-Stephanie Plum…W-where am I? What am I d-doing here?"

"Oh Steph, you should know better than to get into cars with strangers. You might not encounter someone as nice as me next time," he said with a wink. "Do you know what I do for a living?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so. You see, I sell women. And my customers are always happy with what I present to them. Part of my job is to make sure the woman behave," he said as he lifted my face with his hand.

"NO!" I screamed at him. "Please let me go!"

He laughed. "How come all you woman always ask me to let you guys go? Do you actually think that I would?" Then his face turned cold. "If you don't behave, there will be consequences. Understood?"

I nodded.

Everyone of the woman had been raped. Including me and each of us had been through it many times. Too many to count. Eight months later, we decided to break out. We lived in the imprisonment camp long enough to know their schedules. The guards switch duties every 5 hours. Jack hasn't seen us that much lately, so that can only mean one thing: he was bored with us. There were only two ways that it would play out. One was for him to kill us and two was for him to sell us for others to torture us. Neither was an option for me and the other woman. There was only one guard that came and brought us our food. I faked a faint and the guard took of my chains to check me. I grabbed his stun gun and stunned him. Then the other girls and I ran for the forests. We didn't split up so we could protect each other, but then hundreds of guards would be all over the place soon looking for us because the alarm had rung.

Fate had stood on our side because then we saw a boat… more like a ship. Then we all climbed on and hid. A minute later, the ship started sailing and shots were fired. After about ten minutes, the shots stopped. We had gotten away.

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From that moment on, my old life had ended and my new life had just begun. The private ship we boarded belonged to a woman in her fifties called Margaret Simmons. We told her what happened and not only did she take us in, she changed us completely.