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Chapter 2

Allison watched the door for a few moments, unsure whether she should be greatful they were leaving her alone, or scared because now she didn't know what to expect. The aching in her feet finally stole her attention and she glanced around the room and spotted a woven mat in one of the corners.

She made her way slowly and painfully over to it and sat down. It was made of some sort of tree bark but was certainly more comfortable than sitting on the cold concrete would have been.

Next to the mat was a fairly large bowl filled with water and a small pile of rags. "I'm sure they wouldn't kill me at this point." She sighed as she cupped her hands and took a greatful sip of the lukewarm water. Again and again she filled her mouth until she was satisfied she wouldn't grow dehydrated any time soon.

Grabbing a rag she dunked it in the water and wrung it out. She was bleeding from all sorts of areas but she went towards the crux of her legs first and began to wipe away the crusted blood and bodily fluids. It hurt, but the pain constantly radiating from her feet kept her mind from focusing on much else.

Dunking the rag in the water, she did her best to clean it off and then brought it to her knees, painfully scraping away the dirt and debris. Next she attended to the wound on her thigh until it too was clean of articles from the jungle floor.

"They can't be that bad." She whispered to herself as she awkwardly pulled her left foot towards her. It was, as she assumed, bleeding profusely from various puncture wounds and tears.

Methodically she began to pull at the small twigs and rocks that were culprit to her agony. Freeing her foot as best she could she took the rag and wrung it out over her freshly bleeding skin. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. Whoever these men were, they didn't and wouldn't get to enjoy her screaming.

Next she took a dry rag and ripped it into strips then carefully wrapped them around her foot like a makeshift ace bandage. She wanted to stem the flow of blood as well as keep the wounds clean should she be made to stand in the very near future.

Her other foot was equally attended to, except when it came to her swollen toes. Without an x-ray she couldn't tell if any bones were broken, but then again even if they were she couldn't do anything about it. She wrapped her foot as she did her other and then sat still.

Now that she had finished occupying herself with playing doctor, she was left to think about the situation she was in. She had read stories in newspapers about human traffickers and the sex trade. Except in all those stories the victims tended to be young children or teens. She couldn't deny that for her age she looked good, but she certainly didn't look that young.

Suddenly the door swung open and she nearly fell backwards on her mat in surprise. Two unfamiliar men entered carrying, or rather dragging, a whimpering Remy between them.

"Thirteen!" She exclaimed, too surprised to remember to use her real name and not her moniker. The men dragged her to the opposite corner where there also sat a mat and bowl of water. Allison watched as the girl was dropped onto her stomach; she hadn't even used her arms to break her fall.

She glared at the men as they exited the room and then turned her attention back on her friend. "Remy, oh my God are you okay?!" She wanted to crawl to her friend but her knees would undoubtedly refuse to let her.

The brunette curled onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Allison.." She choked out between painful gasps of breath. After they had been taken from the van she had seen the men cover her friend with a hood and disrobe her. After that she had her own bag tied over her head and felt her own clothes being torn off.

"Remy, can you make it over here?" Allison tried, not knowing the extend of the other woman's wounds; if she had any that is.

Remy shook her head and began to sob. "They- they raped me." She managed to get out before burying her face in her hands in shame. She had fought them hard but the two men were simply too strong and easily pinned her to the jungle floor.

Allison felt her gut tighten as the revelation. Maybe they weren't too old to be sex slaves. "I sorry." She said softly. "They raped me too."

This got the younger woman to uncurl slightly and show her red and tear stained face to her friend. "I tried fighting-" She hiccoughed as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. "I tried so hard."

The blonde felt the knot in her gut tighten even further. She hadn't fought at all. "It's okay, you did everything you could." This seemed to calm the girl a little and for the first time she noticed the bowl of water and rags.

"What's this for?" She held up a piece of fabric. "I mean, why the giant pile?" She dunked the rag she'd been holding into the water and began to scrub at the skin between her thighs.

Allison looked away, trying to give her a little privacy. "To clean your wounds." She answered, a little confused why the girl had to ask such a question.

"What wounds?" This got Allison to turn back and for the first time she got a good look at her friends body. She wasn't covered in cuts and scraps and from what she could tell, her feet looked untouched.

Remy bit her lip as she realized that her friend wasn't in as 'pristine' a shape as she was. "You look like they dragged you."

"They did." Allison looked put out. "They didn't you?"

The younger woman shook her head. "No, they carried me."

Silence followed as they both thought about the others situation. Remy could only conclude that Allison had fought much harder than she had to warrant the extra abuse. The blonde failed to come up with any reason why her friend was unmarred.

After a few minutes, "Do you know what 'The Chosen One' means?" Remy asked, her hand playing in the bowl of water absently.

Allison cocked her head, having forgot that the term had been used on her not too long ago. "No, why? Did they call you that too?"

Remy nodded and finally pulled herself to her feet. Allison watched as her friend took up space next to her and they both instinctually leant into the others warmth and comfort. "Before they brought me in here, they said I should be lucky that I was a 'Chosen One'."

'Lucky my ass.' Allison thought to herself. "Well, I don't know what it means but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough." She yawned and blinked her eyes repeatedly. She hadn't realized how tired she'd become.

"Can I sleep on this side with you?" Remy asked, sounding as if she assumed the answer would be no. Allison looked at her sympathetically and wrapped an arm over her bare shoulder.

She nodded, and carefully laid down so as not to aggravate any of her wounds. Remy followed suit and edged herself so she was pressed along Allison's body. The position was awkward without pillows but the blonde laid a hand across Remy's side and pulled her closer.

"Do you think being a 'Chosen One' is a good thing? I mean, situationally speaking?" Remy asked through a long yawn.

Allison thought about it for a few moments before responding, "I don't know Remy, I really don't know."