“Please sir. Take me home, my mom would be so worried. Please” I pleaded.
“I’m not going to hurt you” he said calmly. “I’m not about doing that to a pretty girl like you”
“Take me home or I’m going to scream” i cried some more. He stared at me in a surprised way. That was probably because he didn’t see tears in my eyes. Maybe he thought I was only trying to be stubborn.
“No one will hear you” he said calmly but with a defiant tone. It only made me feel worse that it was really true.
There was hardly any human on that street.
After pleading for the umpteenth time, I just gave up and resorted to crying instead.
He finally stopped in front of a garage, parked and carefully came to my side, and carried me in his arms. I was quiet at that moment.
“He’s going to treat you well” he said carrying me into a quiet house.
He? Treat me well?
There, a taller and older man welcomed him and took me from his hands.
He looked me over and touched my tummy, hair, face, thighs and bottom. I shivered under his touch. Then he asked me to follow a tall figure into a room. The figure was clad in oversized black cloak that hugged its waist and face tightly, I couldn’t see any of the body parts. I didn’t know its gender even. He held me with the tip of his finger into a cold, dark underground room. It was then I realized that that house was really old. It looked eerie too.
The room had skulls and wolves and amulets everywhere, and it had no window. The wolves looked real. For a floor, there was a tunnel that turned and turned while you walk on it so that it made you stagger and want to fall. There was a tree in the middle of the tunnel(the floor)
The tree’s roots sank deep down into the old tunnel which when triggered, made a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Without thinking twice, I let out a yelp.
“Shut up” he said defiantly.
My hands flew to my head as I beheld the skulls around me.
“I said Keep quiet”
And I immediately was quiet, not because he asked me to, but because this voice was familiar, and because I saw something on its wrist, very tiny mark of a wolf’s head but my eyes microscopically viewed it
He grabbed a tool from nowhere with his left hand. (I didn’t see him touch anywhere) and a rope and started to tie me on that tree. I let him because I didn’t want him to hurt me. I heard wolves growling and whimpering around me but I didn’t see any. It seemed like a soundtrack of a pack of wolves was playing somewhere, but no, this sounded real and very close.
I shook with terror and whimpered.
“Be quiet” he commanded again. “Noise doesn’t live here”
Now the voice grew more familiar. He was even using his left hand to make a sign of “be quiet”.
Could it be him?
“Sword!” I heard the older man from the living room call. They talked so silently yet so loudly.
“Yay” he answered and left the room, with me halfway tied to the strange tree. Just then, another figure came over. I know it is another one because he was called “Karl” and not “Sword”.
While he was tying me in the room, I listened quite carefully and heard the two men’s conversation in the living room. I also listened to his breath behind my neck. That was also familiar. But I focused on the two men’s whispers more:
“She’s pretty and big enough, but she’s too young” the older and taller man said to the young man who drove me.
“Alpha Martinez likes them young” he replied
“Not this young. She can’t be more than nine”
“She’s actually seven, but I still think she’s not too young. Look, she got a fat booty” the young man said. I was so shocked at their words. So I just hugged myself in a corner and sobbed hoping the older man wins the argument. Only God knew how he got all that information about me
“I told you I need them eleven and up. At least, let them grow breasts” the older man argued. They were whispering but I could hear clearly. Probably because everywhere was quiet. The graveyard-kind-of-quiet.
“Then, hold this one until she turns eleven. It took me lots of brains to get her! Take her to the Alpha and pay me!” the young man slightly raised his voice.
“No you have to take her back. We don’t want her”
“Why are you deciding for Alpha Martinez?”
“What? He’s my boss, remember?”
They argued further until their voices became lower than before. Eventually, someone came back into the room I was kept in. It was the older man. He carried me and rubbed my hair. I just watched him do everything he did. I felt like if I shouted or proved stubborn, he’d go back to supporting the other man and keep me.
“Poor little child. Come here” then he took me outside and drove me to the end of the quiet road, and then asked me to get out. I didn’t question him so he wouldn’t change his mind. Then I ran, as fast as my legs could carry me. I ran without watching the busy road.
I didn’t know how I got home but when I finally did, I ran into my room and yelled and threw a fit. I wished I could let some tears out that moment. I needed mom. I needed to tell her something. But Cameron was the only one I met at home.
Cameron, who would never even talk to me. But I was so desperate to hug someone and let them assure me I’m actually home and not dreaming. The experience had been really traumatic for me. What was even more traumatic was what happened in the little room I was placed in. With the tall unknown figure. I needed to tell someone.
Where was mom?