Page 55 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
Right.Naked!That’swhatthe bitch said. My own fucking mother. She is going to sell me and Kara. Her own fucking flesh and blood. If I survive this, I will make it my life’s mission to hunt her down and kill her, that bitch. There’s not much I can do with a fucking pair of knickers and a bra, but give me a gun and I’d gladly put a bullet through her fucking sick heart.
I only have one last hope, and it’s that we can conceal the phones inside our bodies until we are away from her and her goons. Maybe whoever buys us will give us at least enough time to get dressed and use the bathroom. There is something in this room that has stopped me from sending West a text. I’ve tried in the bathroom, but it just fails. I go into the bathroom first and put the phone where no phone should ever go. Kara’s joke from earlier puts a slight smile on my face.
Please nobody fucking text me now.
Kara goes next and comes out. I know she’s had the same thought by the look on her face. It’s our only chance of getting out of this alive.
The bitch comes back in and hands out circles with numbers on them. One to ten. Yes, you guessed it. I’m number 10. I have to wait till the end and watch Kara go to meet her fate.
Eight of the girls have gone, and it’s just me and Kara left in the room. We don’t speak out loud but whisper quietly.
“I’m scared, Sut. So fucking scared. I don’t want to go out there naked. I don’t want to be sold. I don’t want to be raped. I want to wake up and find out it’s a fucking nightmare.”
“Me too, Kara. Me too. We just have to be strong and try to keep as calm as we can. Our only way out is if we play along and hope that someone helps us out.”
“Number Nine. You’re on. Naked. Now.” A fucking big guy in a tux stands at the door. I pull her into the most loving hold ever. “I love you, Kara. I will save you. I promise. One way or another, I will find you and save you,” I whisper in her ear.
The guy leans forward and pulls her from my embrace. She takes off the last of the underwear and walks out the door, barefoot and trembling.
I sit back down on the chair, and I can’t help the tears falling from my face. I know I need to stop. If I don’t get sold, I won’t get out of here. I go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face, wipe it dry, and go sit back down. Trying not to throw up, I rock back and forth, thinking all the time of what is going on out on that stage.
What are they making her do? Who is bidding for her? None of the girls have come back in, so I hope they have all been bought. Or do I? Being sold is a fate worse than death. Oh, fuck I don’t even know what I wish for them now. I just want them to be free. I want to be free. I want to be back with West and Kara in his apartment laughing and drinking coffee.
A flashback to North and his smile nearly breaks my heart. He’s gone. Although I didn’t know him well, he died for me. Because of me. My breaths are ragged, and I can feel vomit creeping up my body. I rush to the bathroom, but nothing comes out.
I hear the door open.
“Sutton, darling, it’s your turn now. Your friend Kara brought a pretty penny, so I think she might be okay for a few days if it makes you feel better. They are doing the paperwork now and she’ll be off. She’s going abroad somewhere from what I heard. Lucky girl. I’m pleased for her, really. She didn’t ask to be brought into this, and if you had just died when you should have, she’d be okay now. Free as a bird. But you just wouldn’t fucking die, would you?” she rages at me, grabbing my underwear and yanking it away from my body. She grabs my wrist as the guy in the tux walks into the room.
“Naked. Now,” he insists.
I pull my arm away from her and remove what’s left. I walk out of the room with my head held high. No way was I going to let this bitch see me crumble.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen, our grand finale. To prove to you my commitment to our establishment, I present to you my one and only daughter,” she proudly states.
I feel like punching her right in the tit and taking that microphone and shoving it right up her twat. I can feel the stares of the men. They are looking at me like a piece of meat. Which is what I am right now. I’m a slab of prime beef going to the highest bidder.
“Because she is so special to me, the starting bid will be £100 thousand.” A few men shake their heads, but others look on, more interested than before.
Sick fuckers.
The bidding starts and is soon at a million.
Fucking hell what is going on here. Is my pussy made of gold or something?
The bidding starts slowing at £2 million until it ends at £3.5 million. I just can’t comprehend it. How is that much money even possible? Who was it that bought me? They are not going to let me go after parting with that much. Who pays that much for a fuck?
Then, it hits me. They don’t. They fuck you and then sell you on until you are worth nothing, and then you’re killed and put out of your misery. I had my eyes shut the whole way through. I just couldn’t face seeing men stare at me, and my only hope was that Kara was bought by someone kind. I knew it was impossible, but I still hoped.
I was led away from the stage and taken to a different room than before. This time though, I was given a robe to put on. A man appeared in the room as my mother positioned herself behind her desk. The guy scrawled a signature on a form and handed over a black card. I never spoke a word and never made eye contact. I just looked at my feet.Why did I paint my toenails blue? I wonder. My head is completely gone. A sharp pull on my hair snapped me out of the mental stupor and back to reality.
“Now, Sutton. You’re coming with me, and we are going to have plenty of fun. You are going to scream and kick and fight and cry because I like it like that. Okay?”
I look straight at my mother. She is smiling and then she breaks out in laughter. “Please, make sure you hurt her good. Bye, Sutton. Sweet dreams, darling.”
Chapter 43
West
