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I gripped hard and tugged.
I felt something rip...hot liquid spurted across my hand and I gasped as Josh screamed; his voice was full of such pain I stopped, releasing him from my grasp. He rolled off of me, and I sat up, seeing that his groin was slowly being soaked in red, the bottom of penis a bloody mess.
“JOSH!” Dan ran over to his friend and I looked down at my hands to see them covered in scarlet...but for once, it wasn’t my blood.
A few seconds passed in which Josh screamed and screamed...but I was used to being surrounded by pain and blood. I had to take this opportunity. I scrambled to my feet and then fell to my knees next to the knife, which was also tainted with Josh’s blood. I picked it up, smiling but it faded as I heard from behind me, “oh no you don’t!”
I turned my head just in time to see a bottle flying towards me. It cracked over my temple and my eyes fluttered as the world shattering before my eyes.
I fell unconscious.

I woke up with a groan, my head aching terribly.
“Where am I?” I coughed, opening my eyes slowly to take in my new surroundings. I was no longer on the jet...that’s all I could make out in the dim light. I frowned and sat up; surprised to see my wrists and ankles weren’t bound. “What’s happened?” I remembered the happenings on the plane and I looked at my hands to see I was clean of blood.
A small, stream of light shone from behind a set of curtains and I got shakily to my feet, walking over to them. I opened them with a sweep of my hands, and what I saw made my stomach plummet.
Bars...solid, iron bars sat in front of the small window and my mouth fell open, “no...” I turned to see that I was in a tiny, square room with nothing in it but a toilet, a sink and a mattress; where I’d woken up. A blanket lay discarded on top of it and my clothes had been replaced with a simple nightdress.
Tears began to fill my eyes, “oh my god...” I was there...it was a sex house...they’d actually made it...there was no escaping this.
“NO!” I shouted, shaking my head in denial. I ran at the door, pounding my fists against it. “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” I cried, hitting it until my fists began to hurt. “I don’t belong here...oh god! LET ME OUT!”
There was a jingle of keys and the door unlocked. I stepped back, watching it with an ever increasing heart rate. The door opened, swinging aside to show an attractive woman. She arched an eyebrow at me, her cold gaze heartless, “why are you making such noise?” Her accent was heavy Russian and I shook my head.
“I’m not meant to be here, there’s been a mistake!”
She smirked, “the men who left you said you had fighter’s spirit. They told me to give you message when you woke...” She dropped a piece of paper of the floor and then frowned, “now make no noise; you disturb customers with other girls.” She shut the door and I screamed.
“WAIT! NO!” I ran at it, but it was useless, she was gone and the door was locked. “FUCK IT!” I cried, collapsing against the door. My shoulders shook hard from my sobs and I fell to my knees, shaking my head, “no...no...no...” I repeated. “This cannot be happening...this CANNOT be happening!”
I stayed on the floor, hugging my knees tight to my chest as I rocked backwards and forwards. But the longer I stayed in that position, the more panicked I became. My eyes landed on the note on the ground and I opened it with shaking hands to read the message that waited inside.
Bitch; Hunter is as good as dead. Enjoy your new job.
I read and reread the message, more tears welling up in my eyes, “oh my god...” This was it...this was what Hell was. They were going to kill Hunter; I’d never see him again. And this place would eat my soul. Even now I could hear banging on the walls next to me, the screams from girls as fat, old men took their innocence. This place belonged in Hell, and I’d been locked in one of its dungeons.
“Hunter...” I whispered, sitting down on the mattress with the note in hand. “I love you...please...please be OK.”
I curled up on my mattress for what seemed like days, listening to footsteps along the corridors as the sun began to set. Someone banged on the wall next to me, screaming for someone to stop but it was useless. I had to listen as she was raped and I pulled the cover over my ears, hiding away from the noise and shutting my eyes. “It’s going to be OK...it’s going to be OK...” I told myself, repeating those words over and over until they meant nothing.
No one visited me in those first few days but to give me some food. I ate hungrily, though I swore at them as they shoved it under the door. I’d been here three days and I’d become very lonely, just listening to the sounds of the other girls scream.
The sun set and I lowered the sheet, getting to my feet and walking over to the window. It was dark in the dingy streets...I could see out onto a river with many other apartment blocks looking over the polluted waters. I didn’t know where I was, but I had a feeling if I screamed, no one would come running.
I tensed as there was a sound of keys jingling outside my door and I turned, my heartbeat increasing. Oh god...this was my first? Were they bringing me a customer already?
“This one is lively...you will be her first so be nice,” the Russian woman said as she opened the door.
I shook my head, turning and testing the bars once more, “come on...please...come on!” I wouldn’t be raped again...I wouldn’t!
“I promise to be gentle.”
I froze as I heard that voice, my body going still and my heart stopping. I turned and looked as the door shut, my eyes going to his to see him giving me a smile.
“Hello Naomi.”
“Hunter...”

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I gripped hard and tugged.
I felt something rip...hot liquid spurted across my hand and I gasped as Josh screamed; his voice was full of such pain I stopped, releasing him from my grasp. He rolled off of me, and I sat up, seeing that his groin was slowly being soaked in red, the bottom of penis a bloody mess.
“JOSH!” Dan ran over to his friend and I looked down at my hands to see them covered in scarlet...but for once, it wasn’t my blood.
A few seconds passed in which Josh screamed and screamed...but I was used to being surrounded by pain and blood. I had to take this opportunity. I scrambled to my feet and then fell to my knees next to the knife, which was also tainted with Josh’s blood. I picked it up, smiling but it faded as I heard from behind me, “oh no you don’t!”
I turned my head just in time to see a bottle flying towards me. It cracked over my temple and my eyes fluttered as the world shattering before my eyes.
I fell unconscious.

I woke up with a groan, my head aching terribly.
“Where am I?” I coughed, opening my eyes slowly to take in my new surroundings. I was no longer on the jet...that’s all I could make out in the dim light. I frowned and sat up; surprised to see my wrists and ankles weren’t bound. “What’s happened?” I remembered the happenings on the plane and I looked at my hands to see I was clean of blood.
A small, stream of light shone from behind a set of curtains and I got shakily to my feet, walking over to them. I opened them with a sweep of my hands, and what I saw made my stomach plummet.
Bars...solid, iron bars sat in front of the small window and my mouth fell open, “no...” I turned to see that I was in a tiny, square room with nothing in it but a toilet, a sink and a mattress; where I’d woken up. A blanket lay discarded on top of it and my clothes had been replaced with a simple nightdress.
Tears began to fill my eyes, “oh my god...” I was there...it was a sex house...they’d actually made it...there was no escaping this.
“NO!” I shouted, shaking my head in denial. I ran at the door, pounding my fists against it. “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” I cried, hitting it until my fists began to hurt. “I don’t belong here...oh god! LET ME OUT!”
There was a jingle of keys and the door unlocked. I stepped back, watching it with an ever increasing heart rate. The door opened, swinging aside to show an attractive woman. She arched an eyebrow at me, her cold gaze heartless, “why are you making such noise?” Her accent was heavy Russian and I shook my head.
“I’m not meant to be here, there’s been a mistake!”
She smirked, “the men who left you said you had fighter’s spirit. They told me to give you message when you woke...” She dropped a piece of paper of the floor and then frowned, “now make no noise; you disturb customers with other girls.” She shut the door and I screamed.
“WAIT! NO!” I ran at it, but it was useless, she was gone and the door was locked. “FUCK IT!” I cried, collapsing against the door. My shoulders shook hard from my sobs and I fell to my knees, shaking my head, “no...no...no...” I repeated. “This cannot be happening...this CANNOT be happening!”
I stayed on the floor, hugging my knees tight to my chest as I rocked backwards and forwards. But the longer I stayed in that position, the more panicked I became. My eyes landed on the note on the ground and I opened it with shaking hands to read the message that waited inside.
Bitch; Hunter is as good as dead. Enjoy your new job.
I read and reread the message, more tears welling up in my eyes, “oh my god...” This was it...this was what Hell was. They were going to kill Hunter; I’d never see him again. And this place would eat my soul. Even now I could hear banging on the walls next to me, the screams from girls as fat, old men took their innocence. This place belonged in Hell, and I’d been locked in one of its dungeons.
“Hunter...” I whispered, sitting down on the mattress with the note in hand. “I love you...please...please be OK.”
I curled up on my mattress for what seemed like days, listening to footsteps along the corridors as the sun began to set. Someone banged on the wall next to me, screaming for someone to stop but it was useless. I had to listen as she was raped and I pulled the cover over my ears, hiding away from the noise and shutting my eyes. “It’s going to be OK...it’s going to be OK...” I told myself, repeating those words over and over until they meant nothing.
No one visited me in those first few days but to give me some food. I ate hungrily, though I swore at them as they shoved it under the door. I’d been here three days and I’d become very lonely, just listening to the sounds of the other girls scream.
The sun set and I lowered the sheet, getting to my feet and walking over to the window. It was dark in the dingy streets...I could see out onto a river with many other apartment blocks looking over the polluted waters. I didn’t know where I was, but I had a feeling if I screamed, no one would come running.
I tensed as there was a sound of keys jingling outside my door and I turned, my heartbeat increasing. Oh god...this was my first? Were they bringing me a customer already?
“This one is lively...you will be her first so be nice,” the Russian woman said as she opened the door.
I shook my head, turning and testing the bars once more, “come on...please...come on!” I wouldn’t be raped again...I wouldn’t!
“I promise to be gentle.”
I froze as I heard that voice, my body going still and my heart stopping. I turned and looked as the door shut, my eyes going to his to see him giving me a smile.
“Hello Naomi.”
“Hunter...”