Abducted

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Chapter 4

It was strange being outside. I jumped when a car passed by, unused to loud noises thanks to my time in that damn crate. Mr. Tough walked silently beside me now. He was behind me when we first walked out and entered the van. Now he seemed more relax. I hoped the long drive and now breezy walk cooled his scary attitude.

"Anyone tell you you're a pretty girl?" Mr. Tough asked suddenly.

"Wha…yes, I've been told that," I responded nervously.

Mr. Tough laughed loudly. A few people stared but he didn't seem to care. He pat me on the back them pushed me forward.

So much for the new attitude.

I looked at our current surroundings. It was completely different from where I was before getting in the van. The roads were bustling. Men and women were entering various bars and other establishment. I even saw a few teenagers chatting it up with older men. I made a face and kept going. I knew the kind of stuff some of those girls did.

"We'll be there soon," Mr. Tough told me, "just keep walking and put a smile on that face," he said warmly.

I smiled a bit. No matter what this was better than the crate. And I definitely didn't want to make Mr. Tough mad. My mind started drifting to the fact he wasn't sending me home. What was my father doing right now? Probably dealing with a plan that was no longer of value. I sighed and kept walking.

"You see the girls on the corner?" Mr. Tough asked calmly.

I didn't need to look far. You could tell most by their posture. At least the amateurs. My father always warned me about these places and told me everything he could to make me avoid them. He had business partners who picked up such girls and he didn't want me to accidently mix up with any of them. Like I'd be caught dead doing such a thing. But I was confused as to why one of my captors would want me to look at street walkers.

"You'll never be cheap and lost like those," Mr. Tough commented, "you're special."

I gulped at the way he said 'special.'

What does he plan to do with me?

A hand suddenly stretched in front of me. It was a different man. Just a little over five feet wearing a brown suit and Hawaiian shirt.

"This her?" he asked in silky voice.

"Yeah," Mr. Tough said formally.

"Your name Tang?" he asked me.

I jumped not expecting the question.

"Yes, Trixie," I responded.

"How do I know?" he challenged.

My face went red with fury.

"Just read the papers," I snapped, "anyone not living under a rock will know who I am," I said poking a hand in his chest.

The man's smile evaporated. Mr. Tough looked ready to smack me.

"Well, well," he said, "Miss Tang, I'm Joe, Mr. Cutter while you're working."

"Working?" I asked incredulously.

"Your treacherous dad made us acquire quite a debt," Mr. Tough stated, "you have to pay it off," he revealed.

"Pay…but I'm rich," I said now feeling really scared.

"She's not going to be a problem will she?" Mr. Cutter asked suspiciously.

"No," Mr. Tough said simply, "on our way here I showed her the alternative."

My mind immediately went to the street walkers.

Oh my God. Oh my God!

"Oh and little girl," Mr. Tough said as Mr. Cutter handed him a suitcase, "disappoint and I won't make you a street walker," he said leaning in close, "I'll turn your dad into an obituary," he whispered in my ear.

My eyes filled with tears. I didn't need to wonder if he was serious. If I didn't obey Mr. Cutter my father was dead. And I had a strong feeling Mr. Cutter liked being obeyed. I'd bet my trust fund cutter's not his actual last name.

As if on signal he moved back his jacket to show an array of knives.

"Guns are too messy," Mr. Cutter said and looked at Mr. Tough desperately, "and these do less damage to the merchandise."

"Don't mess with the face, legs or chest," Mr. Tough instructed and walked off.

"Mr. Tough!" I cried tearfully.

Mr. Cutter laughed.

"Is that what you call him?" Mr. Cutter said amused, "listen girl, we ween you in," he told me, "you'll learn conversation and dance first," he told me, "you do that well and you won't have to do the deed too often."

I broke into tears. I had just been sold into prostitution.

End Chapter 4

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