Monster Within The Dark( Tears of two friends) - Shaniya Mack (good book recommendations .txt) 📗

but bull neck and wonky teeth stood next to me their dark eyes warning. Womky had it out for me from the bite I had laid upon his right arm earlier in the car, the red mark still visible. I know he will be the first to strike should I misbehave.

"Please" I begged pathetically, something I never do, fighting against the restrains as the lower half of table moved upward with just the flip of the switch. Black eyes stood between my legs smiling behind her mask as she sheathed on her rubber gloves.

"Such a lovely pink pussy" she commented pulling and tugging at my pegs, I felt violated and abuse.

" She will fetch a hefty sum at tonights auction she continued as her finger gently brushed pass my hymen. I kicked viciously as her words snuck deep, my hands and feet tugging sharply at the brown leather straps that bind them. 

"Please" I continued to beg tears streaming down my cheeks but to no avail. These hearless fuckers cared nothing about my tears or my wining their main concern was too only line their bank accounts.

"Keep your fight for your owner" spat bull neck "and what ever you do just dont think about escape, just forget about your pass" his boulders landing all over my face ewe.

"No you have no right to treat me this way" I sob choking "where is Laura let us go please"

They laughed at me, who were they anyway they will pay for this. My heart chocked I was beentrafficked and there was nothing I could do about it. They cared nothing about  me all they saw me as was a dollar sign cote just a dollar sign. Brething hard my body weep as I try to come to terms with the sudden change of events in my life.

"How could you bitch, how could you be part of this" I screamed my angry building, I didn't deserve this nobody did.

"Money honey lots and lots of money" she barked causing the two ugly men to laugh even more at my rhetorical question as she flip the switch yet again. Why would she be helping them to commit such gruesome acts against her own kind if not for money.

My breath rasp in my chest as the table moved raising my back up in a sitting postion, my lower half straighting, at least my pussy was not spread open for the eyes of the veiwing public.

Wonky teeth tore at my clothing, my head throbbingfrom crying and hunger, I had not eaten a bite since I left the plane. Broken dirty nails digging into my flesh leaving red ugly marks, his personal way of getting back at me. Black eyes tore open a sterile pack and handed it to bull neck while wonky teeth held me down. A buzzing, whriling sound came from directly behind me, fear tore at me from all angles, as a needle painfully pierced my tender skin. MY drunkard go for nothing father was dead set against tattoos and would not approve of this. More tears gush forth as she continued to tattoo a barcode on the upper portion of my right shoulder in black ink. The words slave written in bold letters just below, proving to the world I was just a piece of merchandise, the life I knew gone. 

"Where is Laura" I asked hoping to see her one last time before the acution, all my strenght gone as I hung my head, it was time I admit defeat and accept my fate.

"Only virgins are sold, your friend was send to work in the whore house" snarled bull neck handing me a brown turtle neck sweater to replace my tore clothing.

CHAPTER FIVE

Laura Meyers

My sense of smell was the first to return the air damp and stifling, there was a strong unbearable stench emanating from the far corner of the room as I regain consciousness. As I sat up on the bed I gawked foolishly at the poorly furnish four by six room, with two bunk beds and a square wooden table. Above the table hung a large oval mirror with gold lining and upon the table lay the bare necessities to cleanse ones skin, a bar of soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, all in a use condition. A metal pail stood in the far corner of the room filled to the brim, its contents of urine and faces spilling over, I hope someone comes and empty it soon. There were no windows only a heavy oak door barred my escape but I was not alone I  had four roomates, one black, one asian, two white all equally afraid and bewildered.

All of us range from our early to late twenties, there was no pattern to how we are taken. The police wouldnt be able to find out who would be the next victim. Cobwebs hung above the door and ceiling, thick particles of dust covered the floor. Four plastic plates lay on a tray in the middle of the room untouch,each containing three slices of white bread buttered on both sides and a bottle of water, bastards could at least fed us something more filling, something more substantial. Hours passed as we stared at each other, no one talking, no one eating, our hearts leaping to our throats every time someone walked pass our room., as we waited patiently to find out what they want with us, we were all here for one reason but what.

CHAPTER SIX

Two men stood outside the door conversing in their native tongue turning the key in the lock, their voice guttural, their appearance beastly and distasteful as they opened the door slamming it behind them, the flooring creaking with every movement as they walked into the room while the fools scampered in the corner cowering like rats clinging onto one other each unable to help another . I stood my ground never breaking eye contact, I didn't belong to myself, I belong to an unknown terror filled future, my freedom had been taken but I would take it back by force if necessary. They survey the room not bothering with the likes of me for now they were looking for easy prey. A muscle bound guy probably in his late thirties wearing a plaid shirt quickly cross the room grabbing the skinny white blonde by the hair lifting her easily off the ground, tearing her spaghetti strap black dress clean off her body in one go, while his compadre stood guard his weapon poised ready to inflict deadly harm should we impose. He threw her on the ground her naked body hitting the floor with a thud as he unzip his pants his monstrous cock sprang to life, precum gathering around the head. He knelt between her legs forcing himself into her. 

"Please stop" she begged choking on her tears her fist pounding on his broad shoulders causing no harm as her slid in and out her with wet kitten. I stared disgusted at the site while the others whimpered in the corner no one lifting a finger to help. 

"Please" she continued her cries turning into sobs of lust as she wrapped her long legs around his brawny frame her orgasm building threatening to break free while her lightly twirled her pink erected nipple in his mouth. Skinny blonde bit her lips, digging her fingers into his back as she became undone in his arms. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he continued to ram his dick inside her before shooting off his load. He collapsed on her breathing heavily before he slide out leaving a trail of semen between her thighs. Standing upright he tuck away his monster dick and ran his finger though his just fuck sandy brown hair before retrieving the weapon from his companion so he may also have a go at her. He turned her around with the least of effort slamming his equally large dick in her butt. 

"Please, please" screech her nails digging the flooring as she tried her utmost best not to enjoy the pleasures been created inside her she fought effortlessly to regain the pride she had lost moments ago when plaid shirt was inside her but shamelessly she mourned as he fucked her tight but experienced butt hole, plaid shirt chuckling 

"I guess we have found ourselves a new play toy" he smirk squeezing his crotch. His eyes focusing on me momentarily only to be broken by cries that escape the lips of the woman before us as she climax for yet a second time by the same men who held us prisoners, her body shaking as her orgasm rocked her tiny frame as he ponder her viciously without mercy spilling his cream inside her. He spat on her as he rose to his feet adjusting his appearance. 

"Slut will bring in good business for the boss" he remarked turning his back both men walking out securing the door behind them leaving her weeping helplessly on the floor. 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 MADAM MONICA ( Brothel owner) 

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I sat in my office on the third floor tending to some paperwork trying to ignore the whimperings of Charlotte as she pulled desperately at her restrains, her oval face in a deep scrowl. I guess she don't like been chained to the cold concrete wall naked, her legs spread wide apart by my black metal spread bar, it left her pussy exposed for my viewing pleasure.

The girls were held just below on the second floor probably plotting a means of escape nonetheless soon they would find their only escape from my world is through their dead corpse been buried in a swallow grave in the back of my brothel. Michael my personal bodyguard, friend and occasional workout partner had informed me earlier during the day that some of the guards