C1 The slave

The night is quiet. Her birthday party is over. She's finally reached her legal age. Maybe she can start doing what most teenagers want to do. She wants to be free, and she will start to live free right now. She was standing outside their gate waiting for her friend's car. They were planning to have a party in a night club and have some fun.

Suddenly, a white car arrived. Amanda was surprised because it wasn't her friend's car. But she did not leave her position. She thought that her friend might have borrowed a car from her acquaintances or maybe she had bought a new one. Her eyes widened when she saw the two men coming towards her. She didn't recognize them.

Gradually she began to feel nervous, her heartbeat quickening. Later, one of them suddenly grabbed her. She was struggling so the other man helped to make sure she could not escape. She tried to remove her arm from their grip but she was just running out of strength to do so. There is no resistance to her strength in it, no matter what she does she cannot escape from their hands. She was quickly put in the car and then covered her mouth and nose with a cloth. She smelled something strange and gradually fainted.

She woke up in a room with her handcuffs. She felt pain in her arms. She notices some bruises on her hands, and she has no idea where she is now. She looked for her phone, but she failed to see it.

She woke up in a room with her handcuffs. She felt pain in her arms. She notices some bruises on her hands, and she has no idea where she is now. She looked for her phone, but she failed to see it.

The whole room was cozy; there was a bed, a small table, and a small cabinet. She wanted to ask for help, but how would she do that now? She didn't even know where she was at those moments. Her whole body was weak. She could not be discouraged. She needs to get out of this place as soon as possible. She thinks of her parents. She knows they care so much about her. She slowly got up from lying on the cold floor of the room where she was staying. She could barely stand, with her whole body aching. She's hungry and thirsty, but where will she get something to eat now? She doesn't even have the money to buy it.

She was afraid of what might happen to her. It was horrible where she ended up. She has no other wish but to be free like her teenage friends. Her parents were just as strict with her, probably because she was an only child. Her situation is also suffocating. She can only leave the house during family outings or when they go grocery shopping with her mommy. She was limited to going out of the house, unlike her friends, who were everywhere.

She understands that she needs to finish school and have a good future. But sometimes she feels she is trapped and she has no choice of her own. She often gets out of the house and does it secretly. She wants her parents to understand that she also has a life of her own. She just sighed at the thought that she was a little sorry for the escape she made from her parents. She got up and sat on the bed. Her eyes scanned the place. There was a door to the bathroom, so she thinks she's in a hotel.

She turned the door out of the room, but it stopped because of the entry of a middle-aged man, who she thought was in his forties based on the slight wrinkles on his face. He was holding a cigarette and was still smoking, along with two other men.

"Untie her and put her food on the table. I don't want my pets to go hungry," he told his two companions.

"Welcome home, sweety. From now on, this will be your new room. Be a good girl, understood?" He even approached her and seemed to be whispering the words as his fingers combed her hair. Amanda was trembling. She wanted to scream, but she wondered what they would do to her when she insisted on getting stuck in this place.

"Answer me! Do we understand each other?"

Amanda was almost deafened by his scream. She simply nodded to put an end to that hellish moment. Mr. Aragon told her that he was the leader of the syndicate holding her. He also said that no matter what she does, she can not escape. It's because there are many eyes watching her. She was totally hopeless and helpless. She wanted to get away from these people, but how could she do that if she was not even allowed to leave this room? She's a prisoner now, but the worst thing she can't accept is the way they treat her. She looks like something that can be sold to anyone because of what Mr. Aragon recently said.

"If you behave like a good girl then you will be rewarded but if you disobey me you will receive a punishment." He continues speaking.

She now belongs to this syndicate so no matter what it does to her, she can do nothing to deny it. She is now a submissive one and she cannot accept it. The days gone while she couldn't even watch the sunrise and sunset, even peeking out of her room, she couldn't. There wasn’t even a window there, so until now she still had no idea what kind of place she was in. Her daily companion was pain and sadness. Some bruises on her body she received from the hands of the syndicates that owned her. She felt like she was a bird inside of a cage. She was like a toy, she was often ordered to wear short clothes, she was made to dance in front of Mr. Aragon's underwear only covered the body. When they don't like what she's is doing, the belt hits her on any part of her body.

"I'm only doing all of this to discipline my baby girl. Please understand me, Amanda, my dear. Just cooperate, or else your boss will definitely hit you." Mr. Aragon says it softly and tenderly.

Then she heard them laughing, just like they were playing.

Amanda was disciplined harshly so she could learn to behave and become a prostitute. She received a hit if she couldn't act properly according to what Mr. Aragon wanted. She felt everything in her life had turned dark. She saw no hope of ever being freed from the chains that bound her. She shed many tears every time she looked at herself in the mirror. She lost a lot of weight because the food she was given was limited. The thinner, the sexier. That's what Mr. Aragon always said.

Harry was busy in his office when suddenly someone called on his phone.

"Dude, there's a new club opening just this night. I think we can hang out there. Maybe we'll have some fun too. What do you think? "

Marco is on the other phone line.

"You know, I'm a busy man, dude. And I don't think it's the best place to hang out. Just go find someone to be your company." He had a frustrating answer for his friend.

He doesn't usually go to clubs just to have fun because he can do it in his room whenever he wants to. There are a lot of girls who want to be with him. So he doesn't have to go to the club to find a partner in his bed.

The whole place was dark; only dancing lights could be seen, smelling of cigarette smoke and various types of alcohol, according to Marco, the scenery welcomed Harry when he entered the newly opened club. There were some women dancing on stage wearing underwear and their red high heels. He could see that even when they were far away. Later, a woman spoke.

"I want to introduce to everyone our new queen here at Las Deux bar. Let's give her a round of applause. The youngest and prettiest Amanda!"

Everyone is clapping their hands. Some men are yelling.

From the dark, a woman's body was gradually illuminated by various lights. She's dancing in white lingerie; she's picture-perfect.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I really have to go now. There's an emergency at the office and I need to be there." Marco was in a hurry to speak, but he did not expect the last words he said.

Amanda sat on the bed, wearing her white sexy dress, waiting for her first client to arrive. The pounding in her chest never stopped. She thought it might be her end. She was afraid. The door opened and, from the small crack between them, a man entered. Her chest throbbed harder, her whole body trembled. She was sweating with nervousness.