Emily
This was the second girl that they had dragged out of the room. Every time every one of them whimpers, my heart breaks a little. The cut was only larger knowing that I couldn't help them. I wasn't sure Cedric liked me enough to look for me. It was only going to cost him for a while, and just a payment and sweet words to the media, and everything would repair itself again.
I stared at them, seeing how helpless they were. I couldn't tell if they were willing to have an escape plan with me to be sure of the amount of fear they had in them. I stood them pacing. Seeing how they cuddled themselves in fear.
"From the way you guys are staying close to yourselves, you mean to tell me that you guys won't do anything to get out of here?" They all stared at me while others ignored me. I know there must be something that could be done if they were willing to try. I saw the dead girl on the floor and couldn't help myself more than to feel. sorry for her. She must have been somewhere else, trying to make sense. Of her life and it was clear that these people had uprooted her from the life she knew.
"There is nothing anyone else can do. You try anything, you are only going to get yourself killed," she said. I didn't know her name. There was no point in knowing that because the next minute, anyone else could be carried out from here, and that would be the end of it. Being attached was only going to make it worse.
I knew that, but still, I saw her as my friend. "We do not know that. There might be harm in trying but I am not going to stop and watch them treat me like a piece of crap." I wanted to move to the door, but she dragged me back.
"You are trying to endanger the other girls. Don't you see that there is no way out of this? If you try to give them…" she paused. "us. If you are trying to give us a quick death, they should drag you out of here. Drawing attention here is going to make things worse."
She paused. "You talk like you are not a part of this game these people are trying to use us for. You say the word 'us' like you want to believe it. I feel like there is something you are not telling me."
She blinked, shaking her head in disbelief. "I am talking about survival and you are talking about me keeping secrets. If I had a way out of here, don't you think I would have taken the window by now? Yes, I may have secrets, but hang around. You will find out soon enough." She rolled her eyes at me.
I sighed. Feeling bad about making her feel that way. I wasn't still at ease there was something about there that felt dominating. She didn't look vulnerable at all. She didn't appear to me like a woman who can be captured.
"I'm sorry. You don't look like someone who was bundled in here in sacks like the way I did."
She smirked. "That is what this place does to you. You don't have to appear weak because things blow up in your face." She stared at me for a while. Nodding at me. "where did you come from? I know you came from money so how did you end up here."
"Would you believe me if I told you I was sold to a wealthy man?"
She laughed. "You must be joking. That can't be possible." But it was.
"Well, I didn't come from money but I do have a rich husband." I place my hands on my belly, feeling the baby inside me. With my present conditions, I had promised to get out of here but I knew one thing. I am not going back to Cedric. If he wanted me dead, it would be best that I die here as well.
"You were sold to a rich man. Tell me his name; if he is in business, then I would know him."
I scoffed. I suspected that she might be a street handler or a sex worker but she sounded like a normal person but intense. "There's no way you would know his name."
"Except you are lying about who you are "
"His name is Cedric Monette."
"Ah, strange." I narrowed my eyes on her. "You don't strike me as the kind of person that powerful man likes."
It seemed that the public knew him more than I, who he was married to. Well, with the way he was treating me, I didn't think I was ready to know the man.
Cedric was all shades of wrong. I didn't know what I was thinking when I missed him and shared a bed with him. I should have stuck with the idea of just being the face of his reputation. I didn't know how I got to be in bed with the devil.
"How so?!"
"From what I gathered from the Media, high-class models and whores are his thing. There was once a scandal about a model who was sleeping with him just to get her approved with brands."
I shook my head, knowing this was too much. "I know, okay. My personal life shouldn't be the main concern here. We should be thinking of how to get out of here."
The anger in me grew worse as I walked to the door before she could stop me and banged on it, calling the watchmen.
She was trying to stop me when they barged in. "Are you girls fighting?" The one who could speak English raised his voice at us. I shook my head. "We want out of here."
"There is no out of here, you bit…" his eyes diverted to the girl lying on the floor. He was shocked. I thought they decided to keep the body here, but it seemed they weren't paying close attention.
"What happened to her?"
"She is dead." I managed to say.
He wrapped her body with a dirty white linen. "Weak bitch." He cursed as he walked out the door.
I was restless for the whole day but a tweak in the door knob made me alert again.
An average man dressed in an expensive suit walked in, with an inquisitive look. The girls shuffled themselves hiding against each other. I was curious to know who he was. As he walked in, looking directly at me. She came to whisper in my ear.
"This is the devil, you should be scared."
Before I could reply to her, he stopped in front of me.
Staring eye to eye.