Hiding Anna

Chapter Twenty-One: The Truth

Anyway, I went to the door and knocked planning on demanding who they were and what they wanted. Just as the door opened I was pulled inside, blindfolded and then shoved down a flight of stairs. I screamed as they grabbed me but then everything blacked out and I was in a lot of pain.

Next thing I knew I was locked in a large, square room. I guessed it was underground because there were no windows, just dirty walls and floors and one single door that was bolted shut. Because I'd been pushed down the stairs so I was in agony, I'm pretty sure I had a sprained ankle, and all my belongings were taken. My phone, my wallet, my bag - gone.

Then a man came in the room and..."

I let out a harsh gasp, covering my mouth as it shook my body vigorously. I couldn't look at George, I didn't want to see him see me say this. Opting for looking down at his chest, I coughed to clear my thick throat, reaching out to clutching some of his t-shirt to steady my trembling hands. He didn't seem to mind but kept his word and only touched my back. I knew he wanted to comfort me, but I needed to do this, say this without a distraction.

"A man came in the room and he started shoving me around, touching me in places I didn't want to be touched and saying disgusting things about me that I didn't want to here. I screamed and I screamed but I knew one would hear me. He said if I continued to scream he would beat me to a pulp and that I would regret it.

He forced himself on me. He forced me to have sex with him. He said I'd like it, that I'd enjoy it and I wouldn't want to run away with the pleasure he'd give me. I was so confused and so scared that he would kill me so I stopped fighting, hoping it would mean he might let me go after he'd finished. That man took my virginity and it was agony. I cried the entire time wishing someone would find me, wishing someone would save me.

Before, when he was literally ripping off my clothes I noticed that there was someone in the far back corner. A girl. It was her.

Anna was passed out unconscious, dressed in a pathetic excuse of a dress her eyes wide open and red. Froth was spilling from her mouth and I knew she was dead. She wasn't moving, she wasn't breathing. I had no idea why she was like that, it only made me feel more helpless.

I was so frightened because if she'd died or been murdered by these men she asked to destroy me, I had no chance.

The first man was the scariest. He was the tallest, biggest and most aggressive. The second man was simply creepy with vile intentions. He made me... he made me do things to him... that I didn't want to do."

Shivers ran down my spine as I thought back.

"Then they all came in, ten, twelve of them at the same time all over me. It was horrible. They began to hit me, kick me and drag me around, throwing me across the floor. Then when they'd each had a go, one by one and the others watching over, they forced me to stand and do things to them, again.

I didn't realise at the time, I was too young, but they were training me up to me a prostitute, a stripper, a porn star or any other skanky job. The place is was in was a whorehouse. It super glamorous upstairs from all the money they were getting. They said I had potential and they were glad Anna had found me. They said they didn't realise how much of a treasure I was.

I was so confused, so frightened.

The men kept discussing about what they should do with me. Anna had instructed them to destroy me. That included rape and physical abuse. I was in a lot of pain and at one point I just couldn't take it anymore. Like with Anna, I snapped. I screamed how they were paedophiles and perverts and they should be locked away in prison. Again, that was the wrong thing to say.