“Wake up, girl! I need to get you ready!” The voice pushes through the fog that's surrounding my head right now. I struggle to open my eyes, but the lights in the room almost blind me.
“What-what?” I stutter out, licking my lips, trying to make my mouth not dry. It feels like I swallowed cotton balls. My lungs won't pull in enough air as I attempt to open my eyes again, only to squeeze them tight as the pain rushes through my skull.“Get up! We don't have much time! You're due on stage soon!” The woman's voice snaps as I feel nails digging into my arms before she is pulling me off my feet. As soon as she has me in a standing position, my knees become weak, and I fall on the ground hard.The women didn't even bother to catch me.“What's happening” I groan out, trying to steady myself on the floor before attempting to stand up.Did I go to a party last night? A club? Was I out drinking with friends?Wait.Do I even have any friends?I can't remember anything right now. Everything is just an empty haze inside my head.What's going on? Where am I?The woman jerks on my arm with a huff, standing me back up. I take a second to look around the small room. It's dark. I can make out the shape of a mattress on the floor in a corner, but the room has little else inside it.What the heck?“Do you have a phone I could borrow?” I slur out, turning my head to the woman. I don't understand what's happening, but I know I'm not where I'm supposed to be.“No! Now get up before I get Bruce in here to fucking make you stand up correctly! You have to be on stage in a few minutes, and I don't feel like taking the blame if you're not!” She growls at me before digging those damn nails right into my skin again, causing me to make a squeaky protest.“You-You can't handle me this way!” I ground out, trying to jerk my arm from her damn claws.If she would only explain what the hell was happening, then maybe I would be glad to go with her, but none of this makes sense to me. I woke up in a small room, with a damn mattress, and now I'm being jerked out to God knows where, and she isn't giving me anything to go on, just that I have to be on stage.A stage?For what? Do I sing ? Am I an actor and this is where we are shooting a scene?I understand nothing, and I can't even remember shit. Nothing, nothing about what happened last night.“I can talk to you, however, I like bitch. You're here to make my boss money! Now I have to get you dressed and make that face of your pretty. They were too rough with you, I see, you have a big knot on your forehead. That's going to take time to cover up now, come on!” She yells before jerking me out the door and leading me down a long, dark hallway.I'm looking around quickly trying to see what's happening, what I can find out to give me any sort of clue of what's going on, but I come up with nothing. The walls just are black with small lights on them leading the way down the hall.“Where are you taking me?” I whimper out, I'm beginning to become anxious, something doesn't seem right at all and this woman isn't helping matters.Can't she tell I'm afraid? Confused? Panicked?Or does she just not care?Whoever her boss is, needs to terminate her employment because this is not how employees should be treated! I'm not trying to be a petty woman, but goodness, she could give me some sort of explanation for all this mess instead of dragging me around like a doll.She stops outside a door before pushing it open and pulling me inside behind her. I see a make-up area and a chair and my nerves come down a bit, okay this is what's going on.She said I needed to be on stage in a few minutes, and now she is about to do my make-up, that makes sense. I must be an actress, and I'm working at a job. Why didn't she just say that, for god's sake, I wouldn't have fought so much to get here?When we make it to the chair, she pushes me down, and this time I let her. She must be in a rush. I look at myself in the mirror as she rushes around the room gathering things, but I'm no longer paying attention to her. My eyes are clued to my face.Jesus, what happened last night?My make-up all ran down my face. I have a large knot on my forehead, she was kidding about that. Hopefully, whatever make-up she has is strong enough to freaking hide that. I can't do a movie shoot with my face looking like this.The woman comes back and moves my hands from my face with a slap. I was just trying to rub some of my make-up off under my eyes to help her out, sheesh.She needs to relax, I see it. We are rushing.She applies make-up to my face, dark red lipstick, and false eyelashes, and I let her do her thing as I try to soothe my nerves. This is my job. I need to relax and get this done, then I can figure out what happened last night.A little while later, I'm starting to freak out again when I realize I don't know any lines! What movie is this for? Oh my God, what am I going to do?“What is the movie about?” I asked the lady in a rush, maybe they have a spare script somewhere I can run through before we go on.“Movie?” She laughs out as she spins the chair around and begins pulling me up again, roughly, might I add.Before I can even ask her if she knows where I can find a spare script, she shoves some clothes at me.“Put these on. We don't have much time.” She shouts as she dashes out of the room, leaving me staring down at the clothing she gave me.It's lingerie.Red lingerie.What the hell kind of movie is this? Are we about to do a sex scene? I do these types of roles?I don't want to make things worse than they are, and I'm here, so apparently I do this, I quickly take off the dress I was wearing which by the way was a party dress, so I assume that answered my question, I partied a little too hard last night.I slip the lingerie on, it's a two-piece, red lace and the bra has a diamond heart in the middle between my boobs.The door swings open and that woman walks back inside and says something quietly into her earpiece before grabbing my arm again and pulling me behind her.I guess it's showtime? I guess I should be happy it's a sex scene, maybe I don't have many lines for this one, so it should be okay, I should be okay.She stops in front of a classroom, I peek around here and don't see anything inside it, nothing, not even a bed.How am I supposed to do a sex scene without a bed?What's going on? Now, this doesn't make any sense, what kind of sex is supposed to take place in a room that has nothing? Floor sex?“Name?” A man that's standing in front of the door grunts out, looking disappointed when he looks at me.I know I look horrible, but he could at least fake it, I'm nervous enough.“Her name is Aria,” the woman beside me says, and that's when it clicks, I didn't even know that was my name.How badly did I party last night?“What am I supposed to do?” I asked rushing, I want at least to know what was about to happen before I go inside.“You're going to stand there, and not talk. Just stand and smile, and look pretty” the man says before writing something down inside a notepad.That's it? Stand and smile?Thank god, I thought I had lines I was supposed to remember, but now I don't think I'm an actress, I think I'm a model.Wow, me a model, that's spectacular.“It's about to begin. Get her inside. You know the boss likes for things to run smoothly for his client” the man grunts at the woman before pressing some buttons on a keypad and the door swings open.“Come on,” she says and pulls me inside the room with her. “Now you're going to stand in the middle of the room and smile, you can pose if you like, turn around to make sure everyone can see you properly, and I will come and get you when it's over.” She says before walking out the door, leaving me alone in what looks to be a glass room, the door shuts behind her closing me off.I guess it's showtime?Okay Aria don't freeze, don't panic is what I tell myself over and over inside my head, just because you don't remember anything does mean nothing, I'm sure you have done this plenty of times throughout your modeling career. I just need to stand here, look pretty, and smile. How hard can that be?The lights are so bright in this room that I'm having a hard time looking around, but what I do see is myself in every single glass wall I look at. That's pretty cool. The models get to see themselves work.I plaster a fake smile on my face and do a slow turn, making sure I face each window for a few seconds before turning to the next, I think I'm doing a fantastic job with what I'm working with, and right now, that isn't much at all. “RAISE YOUR ARMS!” A deep male voice growls through the room, scaring the crap out of me, I turn and look throughout the room, and I see in several of the corners they have a speaker-looking box.That's cool, lets the photographer's talk with the models to let
My head smashes into something hard causing me to slowly open my eyes, I look up and see trees passing by in a rush, groaning softly, I gently raise my head to look around, and I see that we are in a car, not a car but a limousine. It's long, and I look around seeing soft lights on the top of it, and my eyes lock onto movement on the right side of the long seat.What's going on?I reach out and grab onto the seat beside me, pulling myself up and bringing my other hand to hold my head."You are awake” comes a deep growling voice somewhere close to me, I jerk my head up looking around for the source of the voice, and see a man sitting in the middle of the back seat, legs stretched out with a drink in his head looking down at me.Is he taking me home?Why am I on the floor?I pull myself into a sitting position and lean my side against the left side against the seat to try to stabilize my body, I feel like I was drugged. Nothing wants to work properly.Who is this man?“Ye-yes” I clear m
We are sitting in silence now, his eyes never leaving mine, and I try my best not to make eye contact with him, I would rather not do anything to set him off. We have been driving since I don't know how long now, I know for sure we were driving for about 35 minutes, but that's only a guess. That's what it feels like anyway, I don't even know how fucking long I was asleep before that.Suddenly, the glass that's separating us and the drives slides down, and a rasping voice fills the back of the limousine. “We are almost to the airport, sir” before the driver raises it back up.Airport? Where are we going?I want to ask, but I'm so fucking scared to open my mouth again, what if he kills me? What if he hits me again? I don't think my body can take much more right now, it feels like I'm about to pass out from how weak I am, and right now with this man, that will not be a good thing.“Speak!” The man with the tattoos says, making me jump, and I look up at him, making sure he is not about to
The plane ride has been nothing but silent the past hour or so. The man with the tattoos walked back up the aisle and sat down next to me but didn't talk, just stared. I can feel his eyes digging into my skin, Rowan is sitting in the front snoring, how in the world could he have even fallen asleep? I don't remember ever being on a plane before, and all I can think about is it crashing down, but if it does, that would be the end of this mess.I so don't understand what's going to happen to me, he doesn't seem like the type of guy that would need to pay for a woman just for sex, I mean his pretty damn hot, like one kiss from him will set you a fire. So, why did he even go to that auction to begin with? Surely, he isn't lacking in female company.I mean, if he and I had met in a different situation, I would have been all too happy to give this man a shot. That's how good-looking he is.I try my best to keep my eyes straight forward, but it's hard, I just want to know exactly what he ex
We have been on this plane for what seems like being hours. We are somewhere over the ocean now. I don't know, nor do I learn how much longer we will be. After Ghost came to tell me if I did not eat, he would choke me with the food, I decided I needed to maintain my strength up in case I ever got the chance to run. I sat and ate my meal and hated every minute of it, but I kept on forcing my stomach to take more than I noticed Ghost would continue turning around with those cold eyes squinting on me before looking down at my plate.He hasn't said another word to me and when that girl came down the aisle again to give me my next meal I did not say a a sound to her, just watched as she fixed my plate up like I was some type of princess or something, and it was her job to serve me. I felt bad for fussing with her when she pretended not to notice what was going on. I just don't know whether she deserved my anger or not.I wonder what Ghost does to own a private island along with this plan
I must have dozed off, since I'm being jolted awake as the jet experiences bumps. Looking out the plane window, I notice we are flying over an island. I'm pretty certain this is my new home. I'll admit it's lovely. It seems like somewhere I'd like to vacation, with the crystal clear blue sea, white sand beach, trees, and flowers of various colors. Just not like this, not as a sex slave for a man. Speaking of men who kidnap women. Ghost said nothing to me after that; he just kept his hand on my thigh, reclined back in his seat, and closed his eyes. It took me a while to fall asleep, since the last thing he said kept replaying in my thoughts. “It's just the plane getting ready to land.” He muttered, his eyes still closed. “Oh.” I tell him, without looking out the window, I had kind of figured that out on my own. “It's gorgeous here.” “Our home is beautiful. I agree. I paid a damn fortune for it.” He grunted, opening his eyes and looks down at me. “I was talking about the water and
For several minutes, we have been standing here waiting for his security team to check out the area. Whatever the heck that means. I don't even care. I am ready to get my feet back on the ground. I dislike flying. At least I notice that much of myself. The sadness hits me again. I don't know much about myself. I realize my father is the reason that I was taken away and sold, but that's it. Oh, and my name, I know my name thanks to Ghost. It's Aria, I kind of like it. It's a pretty name.Ghost's hand stayed in the same spot, attached to my arm and showing no sign at all of being ready to let me go. He doesn't need to worry. I'm not going to go off screaming onto an island, at least not until it's been checked.I'm not crazy.Or am I?I don't remember.I'm staring out of the nearest window, and all I see are trees, sand, flowers, and water right now. I mean, he is so worried about me running away that he stayed holding my arm. It's not like I can swim miles in the ocean, or drive th
I am holding my head up and following slowly behind Ghost and Roman. The security team that lines the trees has not moved, but that does not stop me from looking back every couple of steps. It is embarrassing having to walk like this and the fact that none of the men even seem mildly upset about the situation. How many women have Ghosts taken? How many have the men seen women walking around the place in nothing but their bra and panties? The questions just keep on forming inside my head, and I can't shake them. Roman is walking directly on the side of me and Ghost keeping his body between his but off to the side. His gun is still drawn in his hand. “What do you think is going to happen?” I scold him and give him a confusing look. I mean, we are on an island. Miles into whichever ocean we are in. Who would even find us here? “As you and Ghost's bodyguard, I need to always be prepared, Miss. Aria.” Roman says softly, without even looking over toward me. He keeps his gaze looking aro