Chapter 8

Angel had been asleep throughout the night till someone kicked her, "Hey get up!" one of the men shouted.

The lotus flower that Angel had flew away in the wind. She looked at the hills and highway pavement that led back to Ohmtown.

Angel had the gut-feeling that she wouldn't be going back to her home, perhaps in years.

The drug-dealers drove with their captive south and into the state of Florida.

Angel was shaken awake, again, and what she saw surprised her.

Miami, the paradise of Florida was a land of buildings that shined like gold in the sun. The picturesque sea looked like it was a blue jewel from another world and the white-sand beaches were littered with tourists.

The car passed dozens of hotels and casinos and there were a lot of people in high class wear.

The car then turned into an alley way and it stopped at an entrance to some place.

Angel was pulled out of the car and was led into the building.

Now it was dark and damp inside here, there was dirt and grim. Angel thought Miami took pride in keeping their city clean.

After walking through mazes of packages and steel beams, they stopped at an elevator and waited.

The elevator doors flew open and an old woman with a cane stood there and looked at them.

"Is this the girl you mentioned on the phone?" she asked, looking at Angel.

"Yes, from Ohmtown," the ringleader mentioned.

"Bring her up," the woman said and they stepped in.

The elevator headed to the top, but Angel wasn't sure when it would stop.

After a few moments, it stopped and opened, and Angel was pushed out, with the old woman leading.

"If you raise your voice toward the missus, I'll beat you till your hands turn red," the woman warned and showed her cane.

They walked down a hallway that was decorated with exotic, but toxic plants and it led to a grand door that had the words 'Rhonda Legrand' on a steel plate.

The old woman knocked and a haggard voice replies, "In."

They pushed Angel in through the door and she looked at the room; there was a grand window that Angel could see the ocean, fine furniture laid across the room, and there was a large desk, where a woman who looked ugly with wrinkles sat and she lit a cigarette.

Angel could see gold coins and jewelry on the desk and Ms. Legrand looked up at her.

"Mr. Reyer," she said to the ringleader and he looked up. "Is this the girl from Ohmtown?" she asked and he nodded.

Rhonda got up and Angel saw the full extent of the woman. She was stout and the dress she wore was tight around her arms and her fiery brown eyes stared into Angel.

Rhonda checked her teeth, her stomach, and feet, "Yup, you brought a good one," she said to Reyer.

"Please let me go!" Angel cried out. The old woman raised her cane, but Rhonda held up a hand.

"Let me see those eyes," she said in her haggard voice and pulled on Angel's chin.

The frightened woman had no choice and looked at Rhonda, braving herself to not smell the horrible cigarette stench.

"The men will eat her alive with those eyes," Rhonda replied and released Angel's chin. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Angel," the woman replied and Rhonda turn to the old woman, "Beta, bring in Andro."

Beta disappeared behind a tapestry and brought back a rather muscular man who was panting and sweating.

"Andro, would you fuck this girl?" Rhonda asked.

'Oh shit, she's going to let him rape me,' Angel's mind alarmed her.

"Oh hell yes," Andro replied and walked up to Angel and took her by the arm.

"Don't do it on the rug, I had it steamed-clean," Rhonda ordered as Andro dragged Angel to an adjacent room.

He tore off Angel's shirt and jacket and squeezed on her breast with one hand and used his other to touch her womanhood.

"Let me go! Let me go! Stop!" Angel cried out, but Andro ignored her and he pulled her pants down.

He entered her rather roughly with one thrust, but he stopped and pulled out of her.

"Ah damn!" Andro exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Rhonda asked through the door.

"This one's not a virgin," he called back and Angel could hear a gasp.

"Did you bring in a whore from the street?" Rhonda asked Reyer and his friends.

"No, I mean we didn't know. The guy who sold her to us said she was a virgin. That dickhead lied to us!" Reyer replied and Rhonda pressed two fingers to her nose.

"Well, I'll give you what you asked for and keep the girl, but the next time you come back, you better have a virgin!" she demanded them and handed them a pouch of coins.

The three men left the room and Beta pulled Angel, who was scrambling to get her clothes on, off the floor.

"Take her to the girls' apartment and have them find some new clothes for her," Rhonda said to Beta and she and Angel went behind the tapestry.

There was a spiral stairway that descended away from Rhonda's office and Beta pulled on Angel and led her down.

They walked through a dark hallway and they stopped in front of a sliding door and Beta knocked.

"Yes, Beta?" a woman's voice asked and the door opened.

"Here's the new girl, make sure she behaves," Beta ordered and pushed Angel inside.

The door closed, but Angel banged on it, "Let me out! Let me go!"

"Someone shut her up!" the door woman shouted and pushed Angel away.

Another woman came to Angel's side and clamped her hand against Angel's mouth, blocking her screaming.

The woman shooched her in a rather warm voice, "I cried myself, too, when I came here," she said, "My name's Rosie."

"Angel."

"Angel, a pretty name," Rosie commented and adds, "It's best to forget where you're from and if you obey Ms. Legrand, she'll award with something."

"Where am I? What is this place?" Angel asked, looking around the apartment.

There were some other women, sleeping on futons on the floor, and laundry hung from the ceiling and there were drawers on the wall.

"You're in the Black Widow Casino Hotel, a very popular place for men to relive themselves," Rosie informed and the name hit Angel.

There were rumors that the Black Widow supposedly ran an illegal call-girl business and it seemed that they were true.

"Am I a call-girl now?" Angel asked Rosie and she nodded.

'So this is what Omar has done to me. Sold me to a brothel,' she thought and the tears came running down her cheeks.

"C'mon, let's see if there's anything that will fit you," Rosie said, but pressed a finger to her lips, "Don't wake Kenna."

Angel followed Rosie to a set of drawers and opened some up.

Rosie pulled out a purple ruffle corset and skirt, holding it to Angel, "Yeah it will fit."

"That's mine!" someone shouted from a futon close to them. Angel turned to see a woman with jet-black hair, a skinny belly and she saw fire in this woman's eyes.

"Sorry Kenna, I didn't know," Rosie said, bowing to her.

Kenna ignored Rosie and looked at Angel. "Is this the new arrival?" she asked and Angel nodded.

"I'm giving you this as a warning," she hissed, "Don't touch my things."

Kenna turned to Rosie, who placed the corset back in the drawer.

"Give her the school girl outfit," she said and went back to sleep.

Rosie pulled out a school girl outfit with net bodice, opaque bandeau top with patch detail, adjustable straps, a pleated mini skirt, open crotch and thong back.

Angel took the dress and a wave of anguish flooded her emotions; she was now a whore in a strange, new place.

"Try to get some rest, we're always busy in the evening," Rosie said and pulled out a futon for Angel and handed her an extra large t-shirt. "You use that for sleeping. Before I forget, we eat around 8 pm for dinner and again after midnight," Rosie explained and went away.

The poor woman shed her clothes and got into the large shirt that served as a night shirt. Angel went in between the quilt and futon and cried herself to sleep.