9. LET ME GO!

"Who is that person?" she, with a sudden spark of hope in her eyes, asked the girls.

"Oh, she's just messing with you. There's no one.." the girl, who looked clever from the face, said to Amelia, then showed eyes to the rest of them.

"Once you are here, you remain here. Always. No family or lovers then." she added in such a confident tone that it broke the heart of Amelia.

The tiny drops of tears released from the corners of her eyes, as if she had been lonely in this entire world.

Sudden clinging pain on the left side of her chest, her heart was unbearable.. like someone had stabbed her in the organ.

Amelia clenched and unclenched her fists, walking away from the girls.. towards the bed.

She heard the low whisper gossips of the girls, looking at her and talking...

"There's no way in hell I'm wearing these cheap clothes," she said to herself, loud enough to hear by everybody.

"Oh, yeah? You won't?" she heard a deep and heavy voice of a man, turning around she saw the man.. who probably bought her, was standing, his face screwed up in anger.

"I spend a lot of you, dear girl. Now you cannot leave like this." he was saying in a demanding tone, striding towards her, making her heart skip a beat.

"Mr. Van Dough.." one of the girls murmured, loud enough to hear by Amelia.

She thought he was some kind of a powerful man.. a mafia boss maybe.

"Wear this right now. We don't have all night. The clients are waiting for you." he said in a commanding tone, his eyes glaring at hers.

Ten minutes passed by, the girls had now changed into their dresses and walked out of the room while Amelia was just sobbing helplessly.

"Please, God. Help me... I don't want to get my body sold.." she was crying and yelling and sobbing, quietly, folding her knees to her chest, on a big bed.. alone in the room.

Just then, the door of the room slammed open and Richard, with a screwed up face, walked in, bubbling in anger.

"Do you know what you've got yourself into?" he yelled, slamming the door back again, and striding towards her.. heavy steps.

She quickly stood up and tried to run away until he grabbed her arm roughly and threw her on the bed.

"Please uncle Richard, let me go! I beg of you.." she spoke while crying, he with a large smirk on his face said, "Are you afraid of those men?'' to which she nodded agreeing.

"Well, let me do the opening ceremony for them.." he said, ripping the shirt from the shoulder side, exposing the creamy body of hers.

"No!" she slapped him, disheveled his hair badly, then kicked him in his ball bag while he yelled in pain.

She managed to push him and ran away while he hissed in pain, unable to stand up or catch her.

Walking out of the room, she looked around for some help but she saw was.. people enjoying, having drinks, girls wearing slutty dresses stripping at the pole.

There were only three things on the minds of people.. money..sex..lust.

Nothing more, nothing less.

The harsh scent of the drink can be smelt from the people. She knew it so does everybody else.

"No, you don't get it," Kristopher shouted, slamming his fist on the table. The bottle of beer wobbled dangerously.

"I've been doing just fin-fine by myself for years."

He looked younger, smart and decent, dressed in a tuxedo. He was sober now and it a glorious day.

"The main trouble was my brother and I knew it. You don't worry." he talked on the phone as if it was really busy in something important as if the matter could not be delay.. bar or not..noise or not..people or not..day or night... he didn't care.

Amelia thought to ask him for help when she approached him slowly yet carefully and was about to put her small hand on his broad shoulder, someone from behind, grabbed her mouth and dragged her to the side while she tried to speak but failed.

"Don't try to move or else.." Richard whispered low in her ear, sending shivers down her whole body.

Her legs became like jelly as if there were no bones in it.. her mind was tired, more of it, she was tired but don't lose hope was her new motto.

Amelia felt a sharp thing on her back as Richard gave it a slight push and it hurts her, releasing a hiss from her mouth.

''You know it can be more of a moan.," he whispered low, a large grin on his evil yet cruel face.

She was fuming with anger but like a terrified little kitten, she played nice and easy.

"Good girl.. you know you've made a lot of troubles here, little Bambi." he scoffed and continued while she, when hearing these words could not control her anger and moved, pushing him behind.

"You disrespectful girl.." he piqued in anger, then walked towards her while she ran and ran and again, bumped into a man.

Amelia raised her head up to see, he was a giant.. the scent coming from him.. was a mixture of peppermint with a gin and a hint of tobacco.

"Watch out, little girl.," he spoke in his magnificent appealing tone.

She just fluttered her eyelashes to which he snapped his fingers at her, making her come back to reality.

"Oh.. sir.." as she was about to speak Richard from nowhere came and stood next to her, grabbing her waist roughly and gave her a painful pinch.

The man, handsomely perfect, just narrowed his eyes at them.

"Sir... I'm terribly sorry if she said something weird to you. She's high on weed." Richard tried to make the situation less complicated until Amelia spoke loudly, "No, sir. He's lying. He deliberately took me here.."

The man who just scoffed while chuckle, didn't say anything but turned to leave.

"Sir, please help me! Do I look like I've been on weed?" when she said those words, the man stopped on his way, turned around and spoke, "What is your name?"

"Amelia.," she replied with a hope in her voice while Richard secretly clenched his fists, as if he's been caught red-handed.