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"There is no terror in the bang...only in the anticipation of it."

Alfred Hitchcock

BPOV

"Oh come on Bella, where's your sense of adventure?"

"At home. Where we should be." I grumbled.

"Nah, don't you want to get out and see the world with your old man before you begin your new life?"

"Couldn't we just order the Traveling Channel and experience the world from the comfort of our living room?" I asked moodily.

"Where's the fun in that?" My dad asked as if appalled that I would even suggest such a thing.

"The fun is that we don't have to drive nineteen hours."

As my dad and I traveled the world, as he liked to call it, I was fighting car sickness the entire time. The bumps of the road not helping my situation any.

"No dad."

Bump

"I want to go home. I don't want to travel."

Bump

"I'll buy the damn channel myself."

Snort

"Jesus Stefan, how much chloroform did you use on that rag?" I heard the one voice question, almost worriedly.

"Not enough for hallucinations!" The other declared defensively.

"You better hope you didn't cause permanent damage. The Boss won't be happy with you if you did." The first voice warned.

I could hear the gravelly voices but it sounded like they were coming from a tunnel. Who was Stefan? Who was having hallucinations? Who was this Boss character?

Without ever opening my eyes I fell back into the slumber once more, not knowing where I was or what was happening to me. Was I dreaming or was this real? I couldn't tell you.

"Dad. I think you need to pull over." I warned, feeling my stomach give a warning roll.

"Bells, we're in the middle of the road." Charlie said shocked looking over at me quickly.

"I'm going to be sick." I said covering my mouth trying to hold in my sickness as long as possible.

I never made it until he pulled over though. It was then that we learned that long car rides and me did not mix.

I woke up instantly with the feeling of nausea about to erupt from inside of me.

"I'm going to be sick." I said out loud, the same way I said it to Charlie not so long ago.

I didn't notice my surroundings, my only goal at the moment was to not throw up all over myself and where I was sitting.

"Shit Vladmir! Pull over!" Another man demanded, looking back at me.

I flew off to the side, crashing into a carpeted bench type thing as the van, or whatever I was in, swerved to the side of the road.

"Omph." I said shocked at the impact.

A good thing about it though was that it made me forget that I was about to be violently ill. The bad thing was that my nausea came back in ten fold.

Before I could make a move to sit up the back doors to the van were swung wide open revealing a tall, dark and very tanned skin man. He had black hair and if I could have seen his eyes I bet that they would have matched his hair.

"Prisa!" Vladmir exclaimed beckoning me towards him, "I don't need you getting sick in here!"

I quickly did as he asked and scrambled towards him on my hands and knees, ignoring the shooting pains that were coursing down my arm where I hit the bench. As soon as my feet hit the ground I dropped to my knees and was sick all over the pavement of the road.

I couldn't hear anything besides the roaring in my ears and I wasn't focused enough to even try. Instead I coughed and I sputtered and I vomited until I was positive there was nothing left in my stomach to come up. I sat back on my bottom with my back leaning against the van and put my head in between my knees to try to stop everything from spinning.

"¿Estas bien preciosa?" I heard an accented voice ask.

Actually it was that same accented voice that I heard just before I passed out! It was him! My kidnapper! Well, one of them at least.

My head shot up of its own accord and I groaned as the waves of vertigo hit me.

"I don't speak Spanish." I said closing my eyes and rubbing my temples.

"My apologies Miss Isabella," He said in his heavy accent, "Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright?" I asked still not moving in fear of getting sick again.

"Vladmir," I heard the other man say, "Nos hacen con esto. Necesitamos conseguir detras en el camino."

I wouldn't admit it out loud, especially to them, but them speaking in another language that I did not understand freaked me out. It was one thing to know what was coming and to expect it; it was a completely different thing to not have any sort of clue though.

"Miss Isabella, do you think you can stand?" The one called Vladmir asked as he came over to me.

"I-I think so." I said picking up my head slowly in effort to avoid further discomfort.

Looking around I saw that it was night time out and we were on what looked like to be an abandoned country road. There were no street lamps and no neighboring houses that I could see. It was just the three of us.

I shivered involuntarily at the thought of me being alone with two strange men which kidnapped me no less. But what was scarier was that I knew that even if I tried to run I had nowhere to go. I would probably die out here before I would die with them, as bad as that sounds.

I managed to climb to my feet with minimal help from Vladmir. He gently helped me climb back into the back of the van before slamming the doors behind me. I vaguely registered the sound of locks clicking into place from there and it was those little sounds that sealed my fate. There would be no escaping from the back. There was also no chance of escape from the front either. There was a metal, cage like divider between the front where they were and the padded back area where I was.

Throughout the drive I curled myself into a tight ball as if that would protect me from the evils that I no doubt was about to face. For kidnappers though these guys were either really bad at their job or they just really weren't that bad, but they didn't try to hurt me or anything. They didn't speak to me more than necessary but I was fine with that. They mostly talked to each other in their native tongue or in Spanish, totally ignoring me.

I still had no idea what they were saying but I could pick up words here in there that I remembered from my High School Spanish classes. Words like precious, and girl and money and food. None of these in the same sentence from what I could tell and it wasn't much to go off of but...it was all I had.

As I was sitting in the back fighting against my eyelids I remembered something that caused me to snort humorlessly. I knew that my keycard was going to be the death of me and now here was the proof.

"Nice Bella." I muttered to myself.

Instead of freaking out like any normal person would I am sitting calmly in the back just letting them take me wherever their hearts desire. For all I know they could be taking me to a brothel to make me a sex slave. Or they could make me work the streets selling my body for money and my only installment would be illegal drugs.

Okay, now I was freaking out.

I felt my heart beat increase and my palms began to sweat.

"God dammit! Let me out of here!" I screamed loudly and suddenly.

I was lurched forward as Vladmir slammed on the breaks hitting the wall in front of me that separated me from them.

"Let me out now!" I screamed again, grabbing onto the bars and shaking them ruthlessly.

"Ya te dije que no iba a durar," Vladmir said looking smug to his partner, "You owe me two hundred."

With that he chuckled and continued on driving while the other man got out his wallet from his back pocket.

"Are you listening to me?" I screeched, "Let me go!"

I don't know how long I continued to bang on the bars and scream with everything I had in me but a while later I noticed that my throat was hoarse and scratchy and I had dried tears and hair stuck to my face.

The two, Vladmir and Stefan, ignored my outbursts and did not even look back in my direction once. Which only fueled my anger sending me on another emotional roller coaster ride. Seeing that my behavior was getting me nowhere, I relented to the tears once more and fell back onto the hard floor of the van, whispering one last plea before succumbing to the darkness once again.

The next time I was roused from my restless slumber was when my stomach began to growl ferociously, hitting me with hard stomach pains from lack of food. Instead of acknowledging the hunger instead I curled into myself into a ball on the ground and willed it desperately to go away. I had a feeling that hunger would be the least of my problems for a very long time.

It was now lighter inside the van and I knew that it must be daytime outside. I didn't know how long we had been driving for or where we were going or what was to become of me.

To my surprise a little while later the van came to a stop and I could hear my captives leaving the van. I sat up and saw that we were at a gas station. A Texaco to be exact. But where? Were we still in Phoenix? Were we even in Arizona? I was starting to doubt it.

I snapped my head to the back of the van as I heard the rattling of the chains.

"Come on mi precioso." Vladmir said looking at me and beckoning with his fingers, "You need to use the bathroom now and get something to eat. We won't be stopping again for another four hours or so."

I blinked against the sun light as he talked but quickly made my way to him to get out of the van. As soon as I stepped out he had a firm grip on my upper arm while Stefan flanked behind us. Looking around I saw that gas station was completely deserted. Not a car in sight. What kind of gas station was this? I mused to myself.

"Stefan will go with you while I get you some food." He whispered into my ear before we walked inside, "If you try something funny I will not hesitate to put you back out." He threatened, Entienda?"

"I understand." I whispered looking into his dark, menacing eyes.

"Bien." He said motioning for Stefan to come forward with a jolt of his head.

At that moment I was transferred to Stefan who, like Vladmir, grabbed my arm in his while he led me to the bathroom at the back of the store. We came to the door with a picture of a female on it and I walked forward to step inside. I was still in shock but right now the only thought going through my head was that there had to be a way I could escape or leave some kind of clue in here as soon as I was alone.

I was brought out of my escape plans by Stefan who yanked me back into his chest roughly.

"You think I am going to let you go in there alone?" He hissed in my ear giving me the goosebumps, "I think not."

And with that he pushed me forward, still gripping my arm and walking me into the bathroom. He shut the door behind us and locked it and I had never been more scared before than I was in that direct moment.

I was alone with a crazy man and I had no idea what his intentions were. He could rape me right now and there would be nothing that I could do about it.

"What are you staring at?" He barked, "Go to the bathroom so we can leave."

I stood there in shock for another moment before I could feel my face heating up in a blush from not only embarrassment but from anger as well.

"I am not going to use the restroom with you in here!" I cried in shock.

"You go now," He threatened taking a step towards me, "Or you don't." He continued on with his steps until I was almost pressed against the back wall, "If you don't go now then you go on yourself later."

Staring at him for a few more seconds I realized that he wasn't playing and that this really was my only option...and I desperately needed to go.

"Can you at least turn around?" I asked him coldly.

To my surprise he chuckled and shook his head, "Oh no," He said with a wicked gleam in his eye, "I think I am going to enjoy this."

I sighed out heavily through my mouth and willed myself not to cry. It wasn't going to help me any in this situation and I realized how hopeless this really was. There was no chance of escaping now or even leaving a clue or a trail. Not while he was in here with me watching my every move.

I kept my eyes trained on his while I maneuvered my pants down below my hips, hunching forward so that he didn't get a glimpse of more than what he was already going to see. I looked down carefully to make sure nothing was showing and heard him chuckle again, igniting some kind of fire deep inside my belly. I wanted to hit him. Hard.

I sat there for a few minutes and realized that no matter how badly I needed to go it wasn't going to happen with an audience.

"I can't go." I whispered.

"Then you are not going to go at all." He said stepping forward.

"No no no!" I shrieked desperate, "Can you turn around so that I can go? Please?" I begged, tears threatening to spill over at any moment.

With a shake of his head he resumed his position with his back on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

I kept my eyes trained on his once again as I willed myself to just go. As my bladder finally cooperated with my silent pleas Stefan's smile just grew wider.

When I was done I quickly pulled up my pants and flushed the toilet. I finished washing my hands and Stefan grabbed my arm once again leading me out of the restroom.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" He asked in a taunting manner.

I didn't answer him. Instead I cried silently, knowing that little by little they were breaking me. Breaking my spirit and taking away my sanity.

Walking up to the counter I saw that Vladmir had gotten a few sandwiches and bags of chips and soda. As the young, teenaged clerk continued to stare at me, I watched Vladmir pass him what looked like to be a wad of cash and whisper something harshly to him. The young clerk just nodded and looked away. I could only suspect that Vladmir threatened him and then paid him off to forget about us. Forget that he ever saw me. And judging by the greedy look in his eye he was going to do just that.

As soon as everything was paid for Stefan forced me into the back of the van once more and locked it from the outside. I was given a sandwich, a bag of chips and a cold coke and told to take it easy because there would be no more stops for a while.

The rest of the ride was spent with my kidnappers speaking in rapid Spanish to one another with me trying to catch whatever I could from the conversation. I occasionally tried to yell and scream and hit things but to no avail. The two men did not speak another word to me and after all the emotions and what not catching up with me it wasn't long until I finally just laid down and waited for the darkness to call upon me once again.

~~~~~...~~~~~

We made about three more pit stops and I knew that we were nowhere near Phoenix any longer. Vladmir and Stefan took turns driving and they drove through the night. Each gas and restroom stop that we made went just like the very first one. I was never left alone and each gas station was practically vacant. There were no people around in each one and it was...odd. It wasn't normal.

I didn't know how long we were on the road for but I was in desperate need of a shower. The most I was able to do was wash up and brush my teeth in the bathroom sinks of the places where we stopped, but it wasn't enough to make me feel entirely clean.

"Rise and shine mi precioso."

Mmmmm.

"Rápidamente! You do not want to keep su Amo waiting now."

I opened my eyes only to quickly shut them against the light that flooded the van. I blinked against the light for a few more seconds before being roughly pulled from the van by one of my kidnappers.

When did I fall asleep again? It seemed like that was all I had been doing for the past God knows how many days. And what the hell was a su Amo? Dammit, why didn't I pay closer attention in Spanish class?

Stepping out of the van I saw that we were parked in front of a three story white brick building. I immediately noticed the heat that permeated the air around me and it made it hard to breathe. No we were definitely not in Phoenix any longer. The question was, where was I?

My hands were forced behind my back and I felt a pair of handcuffs being slapped onto my wrists. I struggled against whomever it was binding me but it only caused them to chuckle darkly. I didn't have any strength compared to them.

Looking around I saw that there a few other men I didn't recognize standing around us as if they were guarding us from something.

"Get her in. Now!" One of them yelled, looking around nervously.

Suddenly I was pushed forward so that I stumbled, and I would have fallen if it weren't for someone grabbing my waist and hoisting me back up on my feet. I was led into the building and at first glance the inside looked like it was just an abandoned building. We walked into this huge lobby type thing where there was nothing but white. White walls, white tiled floors, white desks scattered around. What was this place?

"This is the Auction Block." Stefan whispered into my ear causing me to jump and let out a startled yelp, "You will not be staying here though. You have already been paid for."

"Paid for?" I said furiously, looking over to him incredulously.

He continued pushing me forward until we came to a bright, polished set of elevator doors, acting like I hadn't spoken to him.

"Si chica," He said, pushing the down button, "You have been bought and paid for. Like a pure bred bitch."

With that he forced me into the elevator with Vladmir following in closely behind us.

"Juego agradable," Vladmir said sharply glaring at Stefan before turning to me, "Everything will be explained to you inside Miss Isabella." He said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Wait just a minute!" I yelled, struggling against the stupid cuffs, "I am a person. A human being! You can't buy me! It's against the law! Who in the hell do you think you are? Wait until my father gets his hands on you," I threatened, "You've taken the wrong person."

"Está equivocas," Stefan chuckled, "We have the right person, actually."

I fumed to myself for a moment at the thought of being bought and paid for like an item before the reality hit me. I was right. I was being sold as a sex slave. I felt the blood drain from my face and right as the elevator doors opened the darkness took over once again.

~~~~~...~~~~~

"I thought you two were supposed to bring her back in one piece. Not knocked out." This voice was different. It was very feminine.

"Cierre la boca! She passed out on her own." I could imagine Stefan scowling as he gave his explanation.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with her while she's like this? We don't have enough time." Frustration laced her tone.

"Mira, she's coming around now. Stefan, get some water."

I groaned and grabbed my head, keeping my eyes shut, Stefan's words reverberating through my brain; you have been bought and paid for. I willed myself not to throw up, like a pure bred bitch. Too late. I barely turned over on my side as my stomach was emptied of its contents.

I could faintly hear noises in the background but they were quickly drowned out by the roaring in my ears.

We have the right person. They were wrong. I wasn't who they were looking for. Why would they want me? I was plain! I was boring. I was a nineteen year old virgin! And suddenly it was like a light bulb was switched on in my head. I was a virgin. Didn't virgins sell better or some shit like that? No, but wait- how would they know that I was a virgin? They couldn't. Even if they had been watching me it wasn't like I publicly broadcast that I was a virgin.

"Oh yea, she's a keeper." I heard the female voice say sarcastically.

"Whatever she is, she's your problem now. Clean her up and get her ready. We'll be back in half an hour." Vladmir commanded with agitation.

I vaguely registered that somewhere a door was slamming and then the silence engulfed me. Oddly enough the silence scared me more than anything that had happened to me so far. It was kind of like the dark. You never knew what was hiding in the dark. Add in the silence and the dark together and you have a lethal combination. One I hoped that I would never have to experience again.

"Come on. I need you to get up. We don't have much time." A voice said hurriedly.

I felt her snake her arm around my waist lifting me up slightly so that I was at least in a sitting position on the floor.

"There you go. Can you walk?" She asked.

Could I walk? Possibly. Would I walk? Probably not. What was the point? I had been purchased. Why in the hell should I cooperate any further? A part of me didn't fight as hard before hoping that somehow I would be released or taken pity on or something, but when Stefan said that I had already been sold...well it changed my entire outlook on the situation. I was nothing more than a sex slave, of that I was almost positive now. Either way I was not going to get out of this predicament alive. Not emotionally at least. Even if I did manage to survive physically, I would be dead inside. Living the life of a slave? That was no life at all. I would rather die now and get it over with.

"Please," She begged when I didn't move, "You will get me in trouble."

She would get in trouble for my lack of obedience? Where was the logic in that? Actually, where was the logic in any of this? You can't legally purchase humans! I opened my eyes to see that we were in a brightly lit room. Alone. There was a red couch behind me and a table and vanity to the left. But that was it. I looked to the door and saw that it was closed but that didn't mean anything right? We could leave out the door!

"It's locked from the outside," She whispered. I turned and faced the girl that was supposed to "get me ready" and saw that she had tears in her eyes, "That and there are three men waiting just beyond it to make sure that you don't escape. You are very valuable."

Valuable. What an odd word. To be valuable meant that you had to have some sort of value to you. I had no such thing.

"Now I must get you ready. Please get up." She begged once again.

I nodded my head and stood slowly wiping my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt. I had an after taste that was just making me more nauseous. I let the unknown girl lead me over to the table and complied as she gently pushed on my shoulders to get me to sit down into the chair. I faced the mirror and almost didn't recognize the girl staring back at me. She had long dull, lifeless brown hair with dead brown eyes that had deep bruising underneath them. Her shirt hung off her shoulders like it didn't fit properly but what scared me the most was that she looked defeated.

And she was me.

"My name is Makenna, by the way." The girl said from behind me as she brushed through my dead hair.

"Bella." I whispered.

"I have a little advice for you, Bella," She said gently brushing through the knots on my head, "You won't like it and probably won't follow it but I'm going to give it anyway. Don't fight your situation so much. When I was first taken from my family in Ukraine, I was beaten, raped and many many other terrible things because I kept trying to escape and I fought my captors tooth and nail. Life was horrendous. Had I just been obedient, things would have went smoother. Instead they started watching me closer, expecting me to escape, preparing for things I did."

Throughout the time she was talking she never broke eye contact with me as we stared at one another in the mirror. I could see the tears that she wanted to shed pricking at the corners of her eyes but she never let them fall. Her deep brown eyes held wisdom and courage beyond her years and I knew that even if we never saw each other again we had formed a friendship. A comradeship because of our situations.

"I'm not saying give up hope for home, but just, realize your situation for what it is at the moment." She said softly setting the brush down.

"You mean hopeless." I whispered as she stood me up and led me to the back of the room.

She didn't answer me, but she didn't need to. Her silence spoke volumes.

She brought me into a separate room that was no bigger than a closet. Inside there was a basin filled with water and a towel and a dress hanging up to the right.

"What's this?" I asked her.

"I'm going to get you cleaned up now," She said softly, "Let's get you out of these clothes."

I stood there not moving as she slowly peeled off the grimy clothes that hung loosely from my body. Even I could tell that I lost weight in that little bit of time. I was on auto pilot as she led me over to the red ceramic basin and guided me into it. It was like I was watching this from another perspective. Not my own. I sat with my knees tucked into my chest as she washed my hair for me, getting it clean. I looked down, startled to see her handing me a razor. When did she finish washing my hair? Better yet, why was she handing me a razor? I could do all sorts of things with that..

"You need to shave everything." She instructed gently, breaking me out of those thoughts.

Modesty was now out the window and I was oddly not embarrassed about it. To be embarrassed would mean to care and I wasn't sure that I really cared about anything anymore right now. I took the razor from her gently and did as she instructed.

Once that was done she took the razor from me and set it off to the side. I grasped her hand as she helped me out of the basin and stood shivering in the cold room as she brought over the towel. I wrapped it around my shoulders thankful for the slight warmth that it brought it me.

Before I knew it Makenna was back in front of me, holding out a white lace bra and white pair of cotton bikini underwear. I hastily grabbed them from her thankful for not only clean undergarments but for something to finally cover up with.

As soon as I was dressed in them she grabbed the dress that was hanging up and handed it to me without saying a word. I silently took it from her and put it over my head, shimmying it down my body. It fell to just above my knees and it was actually very comfortable. It was a white, spaghetti strapped sun dress with blue flowered designs decorating it.

I fingered the material as she led me back over to the mirror, grabbing the brush in her hands once again.

No other words were spoken between us as she worked on my hair. I watched her through the mirror as she blow dried it and then attacked it with a curling iron. When she was finished I had huge banana curls cascading down my back. They were beautiful. I was surprised when she pulled out a hair tie and proceeded to put my hair into a high pony tail, but the end result was worth it. My hair had never looked so pretty before and for a moment I was giddy with how I looked. That emotion quickly turned into disgust and nausea as I remembered that the only reason for this was so that I would look more appealing to my new "Owner". This was all a guise to add to my "value" and I was thoroughly disgusted.

"You are ready, Bella." She whispered, smiling sadly at my reflection in the mirror.

My body may have been ready but my mind was far from it. I remained barefoot as she led us over to the front door, turning suddenly to face me, her eyes wide with panic.

"Remember my words, Bella," She whispered, "You will get through this if you obey. Survive Bella!" She said grabbing my hands in hers and squeezing tightly to help reinforce her pleas.

Then she knocked three times on the door.

~~~~~...~~~~~

"The Boss is a lucky man." Vladmir said looking me up and down with dark eyes.

Stefan reached out his hand as if to touch my face but Vladmir quickly slapped his hand away, which I was thankful for.

"You. Do. Not. Touch." He hissed into his face, anger dripping from his words.

Vladmir quickly grabbed my arm and led me from the room and back outside in the hot, muggy air. I didn't see much as they shoved me back into the back of the van and I instantly regretted not asking Makenna more questions. I missed my opportunity to find out just where I was, among other things. She may have been my only hope for refuge and I blew it.

I sat quietly in the back this time, just staring at the back wall. What was left for me to do? What else could I do? I played with the hem of my dress praying for either a meteor to come and hit us and diminish us all or for the Cops to stop the van in a raid and find and save me. One thing was for certain, death would be my first choice over losing my virginity unwillingly. I shuddered involuntarily, feeling dirty instantly at the thought despite my freshly washed skin and hair.

My eyes widened as the van came to a stop and the chattering up front ceased. That could only mean one thing. We reached our destination.

"Come on mi preciosa," Vladmir said opening the back doors for me once again, "We don't want to keep him waiting."

I ignored his hand and stepped out of the van by myself only to misstep somehow. I tumbled forward expecting to hit the ground, instead I was caught around my middle then placed gently on my feet on the sturdy ground.

"Stubborn girl." He hissed shaking his head, "You would be wise to cut that out early."

I ignored him and yanked my arm out of his grasp only for him to grab me right back.

"Let's go." He said pulling me forward.

I looked up to see where we were and gasped out loud. We were in front of this mansion with a wrought iron gate surrounding it. The entire house was this cream color and there was a balcony going from one end of the mansion to the other. Who ever lived here was filthy rich.

"This is your new home, Miss Isabella." Vladmir said smirking at the look of awe on my face.

Oh fuck! Whoever owned this mansion was the one that "bought" me. I followed Vladmir aimlessly, letting him lead me. I was much, much too intrigued with my surroundings to bother to look where I was going. There was a rattling clang that vibrated through the air and I realized that it was the gate shutting behind us. How was I supposed to get out of here with that caging me in like an animal? It was too tall to jump and with my luck it was electric.

Vladmir led us up the white stone steps until we reached the oak door, ringing the door bell that was off to the side. As Vladmir stepped back, he came and flanked my right while Stefan came around and did the same to my left so that we were all shoulder to shoulder.

A few moments later the door was opened by another tall, dark skinned man who didn't say a word. Instead he stepped back and nodded to Vladmir.

Again, Vladmir led us inside, keeping a firm grip on my arm. I knew that by tomorrow I was going to have fingerprint bruises scattered across the tops of my arms. He didn't give me a chance to look around the place as he drug me straight ahead and up a elegant looking staircase. Watching my feet so that I didn't trip I didn't get to see anything but the floor as he led us upstairs.

As soon as we were at the top I looked up and saw paintings along the hallway. There were pictures of fruit, of people, of women and children... Even animals. And they all were beautiful and looked extremely expensive. Which I'm sure they were, seeing as where we were right now.

Vladmir stopped short so suddenly that I almost ran into his back since I was not paying attention. I took my eyes away from the paintings and saw that we were standing before another door. Again Vladmir knocked three times only this time he was met with a sharp, "Come in."

Vladmir turned to me one last time and straightened up my dress and pushed a strand of hair to the back of my head looking a little nervous, "Your new Master." He whispered gesturing his head towards the door.

I'm sure I resembled a fish as he what he said clicked into my brain, but before I could reply he was opening the door and guiding us through. Stefan made sure to back off slightly being careful not to touch me as we entered the room.

My legs felt like jello and I could hardly walk straight, much less stand on my own two feet. Everything was so new and I was trying to take in everything at once. Charlie, my dad, always said to remember your surroundings in clear detail just in case something happened and you need to recall on it. Thinking about my dad brought a lump to my throat but I quickly swallowed it. I was about to meet the person who thought he had the right to purchase me and I was not going to show him weakness. Damn what Makenna said. I was not going to be someone's bitch.

Looking around the room it looked like we were in an office. There were darkly stained bookshelves lining the wall and leather chairs set up around the room, though Vladmir didn't lead us to any. Instead he brought us directly in front of a large mahogany desk that had bear claws at the bottom. Following the desk up with my eyes, I stilled at the site before me.

There in all his glory was "The Boss" that my kidnappers referred to repeatedly on the trip here. But he wasn't like anything that I expected. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't what I was seeing. There in front of me was a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes that looked like they could see right through me. I immediately felt vulnerable and I could feel my face heating up in a blush. He was wearing what looked to be an expensive cream colored suit that fit his body perfectly. Even through his clothing I could see the muscle definition that he had and it made me feel small compared to him. He had curly blond hair but what was the most surprising was that he didn't look old. Not old enough to own a place like this at least. He couldn't have been more than thirty.

Looking back up his eyes caught mine and I was immediately drawn into their depths, not able to utter a single word.

I watched as he stepped out from behind his desk not once breaking eye contact with me. His eyes went hard as he saw that I kept his gaze and I could have sworn that his eye color darkened. I felt rather than saw Vladmir and Stefan back up so that I was standing in the middle of the room by myself. When he was directly in front of me I realized that he was taller than I thought. He absolutely towered over me.

We stood there for I don't know how long, him staring intently at me, and me trying to remember how to breathe when he broke the silence with one demanding word.

"Kneel."

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Translations:

Prisa- Hurry

¿Estas bien preciosa?- Are you alright precious?

Nos hacen con esto. Necesitamos conseguir detras en el camino- We are done with this. We need to get back on the road.

Ya te dije que no iba a durar- I told you it would not last.

Bien- Good

Rápidamente- Quickly

Su Amo- Your Master

Si chica- Yes girl

Juego agradable- Play nicely

Está equivocas- You are wrong

Cierre la boca- Shut your mouth