Cassie’s POV
I struggled helplessly where I was tied. I did not really know what was going on but whatever was revolving around this Davis was not something good.
I was still wondering about what was happening when I heard him talking to a lady, for the first time his voice was gentle, not sarcastically gentle but truly gentle.
I calmed down a bit at the presence of a lady, the lady could not be as brutal as Davis had been, perhaps with this lady around, my suffering in his hands would reduce a bit. Yeah, that was what I thought until I heard the lady say those cruel words;
“Well, what would be better than she being the first human slave we are going to possess.”
I gasped, my body stiffening for a moment. I was going to go through the things that a slave would go through in the hands of this monsters?!
I whimpered endlessly as tears rolled down my eyes where I sat blindfolded and tied down. I did not even know if there was any sort of hope for me in the world anymore.
“Did you hear that little captive?” Davis asked, whisking the blindfold off my eyes.
“I… you… you can’t be that brutal.” I shook my head in tears.
“Oh really? Well I can very well be, I can be more brutal than you ever thought.” he smirked and walked away from me, giving space for the lady to limp forward to me.
“You are still beautiful, Davis, why haven’t you ruined this face yet?” She asked him, staring at me with disgust on her face.
“I was going to wait for you to take over that task.”
“Thanks for waiting for me darling, this is one really interesting task, God knows how much I love this task.” she smirked and picked a knife that was beside me all these while.
“What is this?” She asked me with a sadistic smile and I shook my head hard, trying to dissuade her from using that from whatever she was thinking of.
“PL…. please do not do this to me.” I pleaded with her but my voice was already low, hardly audible due to too much crying.
“Oh my… I can not hear you, what did you say? I should use this on your face as fast as possible?” She asked me and I shook my head frantically.
“That’s what I heard.” she mumbled and moved the knife closer to my face.
“Please!!!!”I screamed, my voice loud and cracking.
She laughed as she watched my scared face, it sure did give her a whole lot of happiness to see me in that state.
“I am not going to do anything to you.” she said to me.
“Th… Thank you.”
“At least not yet, I would not love to stain my hands with your blood. That can be done when you get to where useless and worthless people like yourself reside.” she said to me but I did not really think about her words, I was simply relieved that at least my sufferings were postponed to a later time.
After several minutes of crying, I fell asleep, sleep was at least one thing that they could not take away from me. It was really uncomfortable for me to sleep in that position and condition, knowing that I could even be killed in my sleep but the tiredness in me made the sleep possible.
“Hey! Get up!” I was pushed roughly and my tired eyes opened up slowly. Davis pulled me up from where I was, with his other arm, he was holding onto the other lady securely as he left he both of us out of the aircraft.
I could not guess what time it was as I could not also phantom how many hours I had spent sleeping and how many hours we had spent flying.
“Wh…. where are we?” I stuttered.
“You keep quiet! You have no right to ask questions…. well, you would be taught better on your new home.” Davis said and continued to pull the both of us.
We were miles away from the aircraft when I heard a very loud explosion noise. I gasped and turned my head backwards to see the aircraft in fire completely, the smoke coming out from the fire was dark and thick.
“That was a bit slow.” Davis mumbled and I at once knew it was also his plan to burn the aircraft down.
My hands trembled slightly as I pictured what I would look like if I was still in the aircraft, I would be dead and burnt to the teeth.
“Now Amelia, let’s have a nice ride.” Davis said gently to Amelia and led her into the car backseat.
I was still thinking that I was going to be placed in the backseat along with Amelia when he opened the booth of the car.
“Would you get in or should I do you the favor of pushing you in?” He asked me and without waiting for a reply, he shoved me into the booth and closed it up.
Few seconds later, the car began moving and I was a bit thankful for the little ventilation in the booth, at least there was a possibility that I would not die till we get to wherever we are actually going to all these while.
I would have slept again but the position was too uncomfortable and now the fear for the unknown seemed to have overshadow me even more and heightened my fear thereby clearing my eyes off sleep.
The ride was quite bumpy and I was the one suffering it most, with tied hands and legs, bouncing around the small booth, it was one of the worst experience ever.
After about an hour of driving the car stopped and my breath hitched also as I wondered where this place was.
Before I could wonder more, the booth was opened and Davis jerked me out of the booth, my eyes caught sight of the place, it looked old and dusty and in the middle of nowhere.
This was the hideout where the slaves were being kept.
Davis pushed me forward and with my sudden step, came a loud scream, it was a scream of pains, pains that I knew I would soon be passing through.