He got out of the car and shut the door before saying. "I'll be back."

I nodded and he went inside after kissing my forehead.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in as his figure disappeared through the door and tears of frustration trailed down my cheek.

How can this be happening to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

First Giovanni and now him. Can't I live a normal life for once?

I wiped the tears away with my hands, gripping the wheel and ground my teeth grunting.

This is so unfair. I didn't want to be mixed up in this shit. I'm a good person so why me? I thought as I fisted the steering.

Just then, the parlour door opened and a man walked over to the car. I straightened up and looked at him as he approached.

"Come now," he said with a smile before turning away and walking back inside the shop. Daniel must have sent him.

I swallowed the lump at the back of my throat and sniffled.

Come on now Shania woman-up you are in this shit now 'for better or worse' so deal with it.

I wiped away the remaining tears as I got out of the car. I walked towards the door and pushed it.

Ding-dong, the bells on the door sang as it opened.

I walked in the room and there in front of me stood the man with a gun in his hand, pointing at me.

Shit!

My heartbeat quickened and the adrenaline in my body spiked as I analysed my situation.

Maybe he was working with Daniel's dad... Maybe he subdued Daniel and now he's going to kill me!

I've been through way too much to get killed now!

I ran over to the unknown man dodging the bullet he fired before grabbing his arm and hitting it with my arm causing him to release the gun.

I then used my other hand that was holding his wrist to elbow him in his gut. With my free hand, I swung behind me twisting my body, hitting him on the back of his head.

He fell to the ground but not before using his foot to sweep my feet from under me. I went down because of this and instantly he jumped on top of me.

I struggled to get him off me before I decided to use his weight against him. I flipped us so I was now on top and punched him square in the face as hard as I could.

I smiled a little as he grunted loving the feel of anger stirring inside of me.

"That's it, Shan," I heard my father's voice in my ear. "Channel all that rage! Use it against them!"

The image of me hitting the wooden dummy in my family's old garage flickered in my mind. My fists busted up and my anger pulsing through my being. That memory egged me on and I find myself transferring my anger onto my victim.

Brad lied to me. PUNCH

He hid his past from me. PUNCH

Yet, he could look me in my eyes and say he loved me? PUNCH

All these thoughts spun wildly around in my head. Did I really know Brad? What if he was just using me?

A trophy, he had said. What if I am just a trophy to show that he accomplished his goal of leaving his past behind and faking his future?

I became so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice that I was still punching the guy. It only occurred to me when I felt two arms pulling me off his body.

Fight! my instincts screamed.

I fought them off and continued punching him; it was because of all these emotions flowing through me. The pain, anger and deceit.

I stopped struggling immediately as I heard a shot fly past my arm and lodge in a wall. I looked up to see a man holding a gun to my head and the shock sedated my body. It was unconscious man's gun and it even had on a silencer.

Fuck.

I got off the man's unconscious body and stumbled back with tears in my eyes. The horror of what I had just done weighing on my shoulders.

"Luke, Luke you alright?" the stranger asked as he shook the man I was beating to death—Luke.

Luke nodded faintly gesturing for him to stoop before whispering something in the man's ear.

"Get him to a room and treat him," the man bellowed to a few other men that were here and I flinched as he looked at me.

The other men nodded and took Luke away leaving me with him and the gun. The man turned his attention to me. I must have been a sight to see, my tank top was drenched in blood, my hair was all over the place, my jeans ripped and my skin grazed all over.

"Come on puta," he said as he grabbed me by my hair and hauled me.

I grunted at the pain and lashed out as he pulled me towards the back of the shop. I kicked with all my might but try as I might it was useless, the more I kicked the more my hair hurt.

He passed four doors before he came to a black door. He then opened it and threw me outside. I fell at the feet of a tall man in a black suit and a nasty scar on the right side of his face before cowering back.

"Here, Jim. Have an extra one," the man that dragged me out the shop said as he faced the other man.

"Why the sudden generosity, Dillon?" Jim asked and I noticed he had a Spanish accent.

"Just revenge for a friend," he said as he looked at me disgusted and I shook my head.

"No. my husband is there, Br-"

"Shut up bitch!" he bellowed slapping me and I hit the pavement, getting disorientated.

"Fair enough," Jim said sounding lightyears away. "Grab her boys!"

Just then, two men grabbed me and I tried to fight their grips but I was too weak.

"Please, no! I didn't mean it! I want to see Brad!" I yelled but Dillon was already gone.

"Welcome to El clube noche, puta. You will fetch quite a price. Put her in," Jim said as the men brought me over to him and I shuddered.

"Hombres, cìerrate los puertos de camion," he yelled as they threw me in the truck back and locked the doors.

"Vamonos!" I faintly heard him say, as the truck started moving.

I sat up in the truck and looked around. It was dark but I could hear shallow breaths telling me I'm not alone.

"Where are we going?" I asked hoping to get a reply but there was none.

I brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them and started to cry, silently.

I'm tired, stressed and my body is wounded all over. I can't believe my luck!

First, I was targeted, nearly got hit off the highway and now kidnapped. This must be a new record.

I sobbed not being able to hold it back. My life is just fucked up.

"We are going to an auction," I heard a faint voice say as a woman came to sit beside me.

"An auction? Why?" I asked as I wiped away my tears.

"We are going to be sold to the highest bidder as their slaves," she states with a sorrowful voice.

I just sat there speechless trying to comprehend what was going to happen to me.

"I'm Sanneca," she introduced herself as she rested her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm Shania," I said trying to hold back the tears.

"It's okay baby. Let it out," she told me hugging me and soon I started to cry on her shoulder.

Sanneca and I stayed that way for a while then we started to talk about our lives before all this happened.

Turns out, she was a waitress at a bar in Roswell, not far from here. Her boyfriend invited her to this party at a club in Atlanta and she came.

They were having a great time and it had been the best night of her life or so she thought. When they were leaving, Drew, her boyfriend suggested going around the back and she agreed. They went around to the back and in the alley she started to seduce him. Kissing his neck, playing with his sensitive areas and that sort of thing. It was all well until she heard footsteps coming up the alley.

She had stopped and Drew went to confront the man that stumbled upon them, even though she begged him not to. The next thing she knew Drew was bleeding out on the ground. She ran over to him and cried trying to help but he was shot in the chest.

The man that shot him took something and hit her over her head, knocking her out. The next time her eyes opened she found herself in this truck not knowing how she got here.

She cried as she told me the story and so did I.

"Drew died b-because of-f me," she cried and I soothed her.

"It's not your fault you didn't know they were there," I told her.

She looked up and as we passed a streetlight, the truck was illuminated a bit. Her hazel eyes, which were puffy from crying stared, back at me and her short red hair was damp. She had on a crop top and high waist shorts that complemented her pear-shaped figure but no shoes.

She smiled at me and I did the same. This girl was like me, robbed of her future.

The truck came to an abrupt stop and I struggled not to fall on my face. A few seconds later the doors flew open and a man grabbed me whilst another grabbed Sanneca. I fought off the man that held me but it was useless, he was too strong.

"Looks like you got a fighter, Dutch," said the man that held Sanneca as he looked at me.

"Hm," Dutch mumbled as he pulled me into a shed.

He pulled me underground then into a room. The others soon carried the other girls in and yelled at us repeatedly.

"You have 10 minutes to get dressed. Those who disobey will be beaten and eventually you will be dressed. Joe give them their costumes."

As Joe brought in a bag with lingerie to us, he started to throw them to us one by one until we all had and then he exited the room.

I received a hot pink one with a silk bra, a matching pink thong with a mesh strip connecting the bra and thong and light pink, fish stockings.

I changed into the lingerie, it fitted perfectly, but I felt uncomfortable.

I walked around the room looking for Sanneca. When I finally found her she was in a black and red all in one with nothing at the back and black stockings.

She was tearing up, I embraced her and she fell apart crying for Drew. I couldn't help but, cry too. I missed Daniel even if he is a big, fat liar. I missed my husband.

Just then, the men burst through the door.

"Short at the front, tall at the back." They yelled.

I was at the back being the tallest and Sanneca was five spaces in front of me.

Two by two, the girls were taken away. This continued until it was my turn. The girl before me was brought into a box that had different rooms surrounding it.

"$400, 000 sold for $400, 000" was all I heard before it went quiet.

Now it was my time. A man dragged me into the box, kicking and fighting. Getting frustrated with me, he used his hand and slapped me across my face. It took me by surprise and it knocked out the little strength I had in me. I staggered around in the box for the entire time as the people bided on me.

"Let's start the bidding at $100,000."

"$100, 000," buzzed one man.

"$200, 000," buzzed another.

"$400, 000," buzzed the next man.

My head was aching from all the buzzing and talking.

"$700, 000 sold for $700, 000" the announcer proclaimed.

They pulled me out of the box and stamped me with a number. Like I was one of their cattle.

"Good riddance, enjoy your new home," a man teased wickedly as he wrapped me in a robe.

I was guided down the dark hallway to the garage and pushed into a car. I fell on the leather seat. I lazily pushed myself up and looked around. I saw black leather.

"Hello beautiful," a voice said from the other side of the seat.

My eyelids were getting heavy but something about the voice was familiar.

"Don't you remember me, princesa?"

...and with that word it all clicked. It was him.

No, no, no!

"G-Giovanni," I stutter in fright before blacking out.