Chapter 4
I have not left my cell in three days. The only way I know what time it is is when food is brought to me. Then I can know it is either breakfast lunch or dinner. Occasionally a man or two strolls down the hallway which i reside in. Some are guards, others are what I assume to be customers. The guards are more frequent.
On the fourth day of being confined to my cell, a guard comes to get me out. My hands are bound, but I can walk now. I don't speak, just cooperate. I now know that it is useless if you try and struggle, they have drugs that will help them get what they want.
The guard leads me to a room that reminds me of a prison line up. There are four other girls in the room beside me, all chained to a wall with their hands behind their guard ties me on the end where the other girls are. There height marks on the wall and instead of a one sided mirror, a see through window. I can see the man on the other side with all the uniformed guards. He is talking to them and pointing at different spaces.
The guard that brought me in does not leave the room, he stands in a corner off to the side instead. Every once in a while someone must talk to him in his earpiece that he wears. He walks over when commanded to whatever poor sole is chosen and she is turned around and bended and twisted as the customer pleases. I was lucky enough to not be chosen.
Eventually a slim brunnette is chosen and led out of the room by the guard. Tears well in her eyes but she does not cry. After she is gone several other guards flood in and take each one of us back to our cells. I am glad to be back in it. I never want to deal with something like that again, but I know this will be the rest of my life.
In my depressed state I have not talked since I have arrived at this hell. I occasionally here the females chatting back and forth between cells, but very seldom. I sit in my cell on my bed and listen as girls are pulled from their cells and rented out. Everything is quiet except for the slamming of doors and steps of guards and girls alike.
"Hey" i hear a whisper and i see it's from the girl across the hall. I step off my bed and slowly walk over to the barred doors of my cell. "Your that new girl right?"
"Yeah why?" i ask, not sure what to expect of her. After all I haven't been the most warm and friendly neighbor, but it was understandable right?
"They havent pulled you out for rent yet have they?"
"No."
"Well when they do, and don't worry they will, you gotta act like you enjoy it, no matter how much a pig they are or how bad they are. You gotta act like you want it otherwise they find other uses for you, and believe me this is a golden job compared to what else they can do to you."
"L-like what?" I stutter. I can't imagine anything worse than being in this situation right now. I can't imagine what other possible horrors they could come up with.
"Well for instance, they can use you for research, they do have a research lab here ya know. Or they can work ya to death, or just put you to death. They really have a lot of options, this is actually the best life you can get. Compared to what some of the other, non-attractive women go through, you got it pretty good. Be happy where you are."
"Oh, I didn't know." I always wondered what they did if a woman was unwanted. I assumed someone would find her attractive and rent her out, I figured they probably had it easier though, since they were not as desirable.
"Yeah, well now ya do, so act like you like it no matter how rough or painful, one major complaint from a customer and your ass is gone to a worse place."
"Ok thank you um-" I start to say but realize i never got her name.
"It's Analia, and your welcome. Good luck girl, pretty face like yours will get chosen often."
I never thought of myself as attractive, I guess it's a sin and a blessing at the same time. Hopefully there is a way for me to stay under the radar for a while. I would like to keep to myself and not attract any more attention, especially male attention. My only hope is to become invisible.