Abducted

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Chapter 5

I shook as I tried to sip the champagne. Mr. Cutter was testing me now. I was given half an hour to get all my tears shed and then fifteen minutes to get ready. I had looked around desperately in the broom closet like dressing room and chose a red dress and stilettos. The other colours were either too bright or dark. Plus I wasn't wearing anything went above my knees. I tried my best to cover up the fact that I was crying with make up. Just I was finishing up my eye lashes; a lady in some feathery get up opened the door. I followed her quietly up a flight of stairs and entered through the door I was directed.

Now I was trying to remember everything I learned in my etiquette classes and do anything that Mr. Cutter instructed.

Mr. Cutter sat across from me with his jacket open. His knives shining in the dim light as he swirled his class of cognac.

"You're doing well," Mr. Cutter commented, "I didn't expect you to be this co-operative," he said, "the rich are some of the toughest bitches to break in," he told me, "I have the break in room in the basement anytime you want to have a look," he said with a seductive edge, "gets girls blood pumping, makes them work harder when they see the other option."

"What's that?" I asked then immediately regretted it.

"This is weening," Mr. Cutter said, "showing you how to dress, act, converse, and then we have to start showing those skills to customers," he said, "then you have cherry night, where you have sex with a customer for the first time," he continued, "you're a virgin right?" he asked suddenly.

I blushed heavily and looked away.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," Mr. Cutter reassured me, "we get nicer ones for girls like you," he stated, "the obedient ones," he added.

But I… I wanted to wait until…," I put down my glass and started crying.

I could hear him sighing and then felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Darling, you have no choice," Mr. Cutter said, "you either go willingly or get sent to the break in room."

"What happens there?" I asked fearfully as I wiped my eyes.

Mr. Cutter sighed.

"I wanted to wait until you conversed with customers," Mr. Cutter said almost pityingly, "but since you're so hesitant, I have no choice," he said, "get up," he said harshly and I jumped to my feet.

Mr. Cutter got up and waked behind me. Suddenly there was a knife at my throat.

"I don't like anyone that messes with my money," Mr. Cutter said, "you try to run and I'll cut you in ways you'd think would kill a man," he snarled, "but I'll keep you alive, to pay your debt."

"I don't understand," I said.

"You have two debts," Mr. Cutter explained, "one to your Mr. Tough thanks to your betraying father," he told me, "and one to me since I paid for your ass," he said, "every time you work, the customers pay big money, most go to me and a few associates, the rest goes to Mr. Tough as his cut," he went on, "when you pay me off, you start getting a small portion of my cut, the better you do the more you get."

"I can get money?" I asked surprised.

"Only if you never try to run," Mr. Cutter said seriously, "who knows, maybe you'll be a call girl in three years."

"Call girl!" I shouted horrified.

"Would you rather work the streets?" Mr. Cutter snapped, "having sex in cars, gutters, and behind buildings?" he demanded.

I feverously shook my head. If I was ever sent out I'd die of embarrassment before the first customer reached me. If I had to do this, the more private the better.

But if I escape…

"Remember what I said about escaping," Mr. Cutter said and I jumped as if he read my mind, "now after you."

I walked out the door to see two heavy set men waiting. I gulped, even if I escaped Mr. Cutter, I saw no way of getting away from these men. And I already guessed that there'd be more of them. To keep other girls like me from escaping. Girls who were scared out of their minds.

I cleared my throat and kept walking. One of the two men stepped in front of me and the other seemed to take his place at the back. I quietly followed the first man and realized after a while we still hadn't reached our destination. Wherever we were going was far removed from the active part of the club.

"Step back girl," the man in front said gruffly.

I gasped then took several steps back.

The man lifted a huge portrait of a forest landscape and placed it almost lovingly on the ground. Then I noticed one of those circular metal things you twist on submarine's to get them open. I couldn't remember the name but this one was set in a square metal door three feet off the ground. The man grunted as he turned it and over a minute later the door slowly opened. Inside looked pitch black. The man easily stepped in despite having to lift his leg high and crouch to get in. Then he reached for me. I looked fearfully at Mr. Cutter who nodded. I slowly stepped into the man's arms and was lifted into darkness.

Suddenly the room was flooded with light. It looked like fancy dining hall with that metal door being a tiny entrance. I still shocked the two huge men could fit through it. But inside was wide and high enough. There was even a chandelier on the ceiling.

"Looks can be deceiving," Mr. Cutter said breaking my reverie, "you'll never want to enter this room again, trust me."

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Take up that glass of water over there," the second man now spoke and his voice was a heavy baritone, "and whatever you do, dot drop it," he said firmly.

I looked at the glass of water at a nearby table. The glass was definitely high end. I carefully picked it up and was surprised to find it was cold.

"Recruiters will be coming here to meet soon," Mr. Cutter stated, "by then we'll be long gone," he said, "follow Saul," he motioned to the man I front.

"Come," Saul said.

I obeyed, cradling the glass as if it were a baby.

I don't know what this is about. But I'm definitely not going to get myself in trouble in a room where the door looks like the entrance to a safe!

After taking a few turns we stood at a thick metal door. Saul reached into a groove and forced it open. As soon as it was opened I heard blood curling screams. They were mingled with laughter grunts and varying sounds of things clashing together.

"What is this place?" I asked horrified.

"The Break-In Center," Mr. Cutter said making me jump, "see the curtains?" he asked and I saw a series of curtains around what seemed to be a never ending room, "different things happen behind them," he told me, "from breaking-into the business to punishments for trying to escape."

"How are you…broken in?" I asked.

"Opposite of your weening," Mr. Cutter responded, "you'd call it rape."

I gasped in horror. So some of the screams I was hearing were from people being raped?

"They're other things happening too," Mr. Cutter went on, "breaking of legs for repeated escapees, inanimate objects…"

"No more please," I begged.

"Well I told you I'd show you someone broken in didn't I?" Mr. Cutter said with a grin.

"If I see that I'll kill myself," I declared.

Mr. Cutter's face darkened.

"Let her off," Saul said suddenly.

I looked at the guard in shook.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Cutter demanded.

"Saul," the other man warned.

"She'll break, remember last week?" Saul continued.

"How dare you tell me what to do?" Mr. Cutter raged, "you aint worth shit!"

"But she is," Saul countered, "she goes down, we all lose money," he said, "face it sir, our pay doesn't come from the government."

After a long pause Mr. Cutter started laughing.

"Okay," Mr. Cutter agreed, "but if she tries to escape, you break her legs," he said to my horror.

"Agreed," Saul said.

"And I'll cut you after sweetheart," Mr. Cutter added.

I gulped.

"Earl," Saul said to the other man, "you take her back, Mr. Cutter you may want to move up your next appointment," he stated.

"Oh yes," Mr. Cutter said, "Earl take her back while I surprise a well paying client."

Earl took my hand and allowed me to walk in front. Soon we were outside by the painting and Earl directed me to an elevator. We went on and soon exited to a row of brown doors.

"Open that one," Earl instructed.

I opened it to see three other girls. One was sleeping and two seemed to be getting ready for something.

"New girl?" the only African American in the room asked as she applied lipstick and Earl nodded, "you can sleep on the top bunk over there," she said pointing to the one above the sleeping girl, "the sleeping one's a day timer and her name's Serena," she said, "I'm Callie, Sheila at work and the Irish twins are Delilah and Greta," she said pointing to one dressed in orange and the other red.

"My working name's Passion," the one in red said, "Greta's kind of old lady around here," she added.

"Um, I'm Trixie," I said nervously, "um, should I change?"

There were peals of laughter.

Callie threw me a nightgown.

"You'll get clothes soon," Callie told me, "bye Earl," she said with an amused twinkle in her eye.

"Don't flatter yourself," Earl said but smiled as he closed the door.

"We'll be asking you lots of questions in the morning little girl," Delilah said as she straightened her dress, "just get some sleep," she said and walked out.

Soon the other two left as well and I finally had the privacy to change into Callie's nightgown.

"I wish I was home," I said tearfully and cried into my pillow 'til I fell asleep.

End Chapter 5

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