My name is Nadie. I grew up in New york, new york. Now I moved back. I lived there for a long time but three years ago... I was taken to London. I don't mean my family took me... I mean I was stolen. This is my story... Along with my friends I meet a long the way.
What time is it? I am so tired. I look over at my clock to see it change to 5:00. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get to sleep so I jumped in the shower. I took my time. I was up two hours early for school. I washed off and got out. I took an hour. I got dressed and did my hair in curls. I walked down the stairs to the smell of Bacon. Yes! I smiled and hugged my mom.
I grabbed a piece of bacon and two waffles. I poked a whole in the waffle and poured in the syrup. I always ate them awesomley like that. "I love you mom!! See you later, Bye!!" I ran out the door grabbing my backpack and my favorite pair of boots. I walked down the street and noticed I was being followed. Normally, a black van wouldn't bother me, other than the fact that I had seen one just like this on the news the other day.
I picked up my pace and threw in my earbuds. I listened to the music and kept jogging. Then I felt a hand placed over my mouth. I automatically freaked out. I tried to fight my way out, kicking and punching. They threw me in the van and I could feel a rag pressed against my mouth and nose. At that moment... I knew I was done.
I woke up and looked around. The musty smell of a basement drifted through my nose. I was really grossed out. I looked around seeing a single man laying on the floor. The gray light shown through the grimy windows and I took a deep breath. I needed to stay calm.
STAY CALM!! I yelled at myself. How the hell was I supposed to "stay calm"? This guy was gross. He opended his eyes and stared at me. I watched as his gross body rose.
Oh god. He stood up and looked at me. Gently running his hands through my blond hair, I flinched away and snapped at his hand. He pulled away and smiled. He untied me and I stood, "You are going to London. Now. If you try to run... I will place you in a crate, clear?"
"Crystal, you fucking asshole!" I was pissed. My mind ran through the ideas of my mother and father. My little sister was supposed to be born in two weeks... What day was it? I felt him tie my hands with binders and lead me out. I growled at him and got in the plane. They nocked me out... again. Why does this keep happening?
I woke up and looked around. I was tied to a bed with that guy next to me. He was asleep and than I noticed my clothes on the floor. Oh my god!! NO! NO WAY!! I sobbed and bit my lip. The guy woke up next to me and touched my naked body.
His hands trailed up my body and I whimpered. His gross gray finger nails, his bald head, and his stench were revolting. He kissed my lips and I flinched then he trailed my body again.
I looked away and cried. He untied me and dressed me. I cried and followed him. He pushed me into a room and I bumped into another girl, "What is going on?" I noticed some where dead lying in the corner of the room. The others looked at me.
One girl stepped up her brown hair was greasy and she was dreesed so ugly that the fashion police would have excuted her. The smell in the room was revolting. I could smell the rotting flesh, "You are now in prostitution. They steal us young women from our houses and sell us off. We all stay here though. The doors are locked and our windows have bars that none of us could fit through. The people outside can't hear are screams... We are stuck here."
Oh no... I just wanted a normal day at school I wanted everything to be okay... I am going to die here. Gross, runined... I wanted to become a doctor. Now I was a prostitute!! I DON'T WANT TO BE A PROSTITUTE!! What was I going to do... I needed to get out.
The girls turned and only five looked at me. I knew... I would need help, "Help me escape."
A red head girl stepped up, "Madam, excuse my strong french accent but... We are not going to be able to escape."
"Yes we can." A blond girl came to my rescue. She nodded at me and smiled.
"All we need is a map, a gun and anything else you can salvage." I stated.
"Let's do it." The brunette said.
4 girls stood next to me. While the fifth stood alone, "Please, help us."
She nodded and walked over next to us. We were going to escape. We were going to win this sick game.
"I am Ann." The readhead spoke up. She looked at me her green eyes were shining.
"I am Amber" The blond who saved me said.
"I am Casey." The brunette smiled at me.
"I am Crystal, You can call me crystal." The girl with the pink highlights said.
"I am Silent night... Or at least that's what everyone calls me." A black haired girl called out next to me.
"I am Naide."
|Candice Susan Swanepoel||as Nadie|