The Evening came fast as the three friends left to their various homes. Evelyn left to her aunt's house, Tilly Billy,(we don't know about his whereabouts) and Kassandra to her boyfriend's house,
"Baby come suck my dick, I love it when you go down there, my little Bitch", her boyfriend said as he finally lets go off her touch bending her down to his pants. "You know I do it best", Kassandra giggled as she unzips his pants and puts her mouth to run the work, he lights out a cigarettes as he moans, "slowly baby, slowly" her boyfriend said squeezing her hair, from there he lifts her up and removes her shirt and pants swiftly fucking her constantly in a missionary position.
After a while they stopped as Kassandra broke the silence, "I made a new friend yesterday, she's young and pretty and I like her," Kassandra pauses.
"She wanted me to ask if you could borrow her your phone for something", Kassandra continued stroking his hair. "Hmm I see she wanna use my phone huh? Well she can use it tho, she's quite beautiful, wasn't it the girl you were with at the park?" Her boyfriend asked. "Yes babe, her name is Evelyn and for real she could use your phone?" Kassandra's face lit up a little. "Yes baby but on one condition", he paused then continued, "she has to come here personally and ask me nicely".
There was a long pause after he said that. "Okay babe I'll get her to come here tomorrow evening, and by the way the sex was good never had anyone fuck me better than this in my life", Kassandra said wearing her clothes back as she left his house with a goodnight kiss.
EVELYN
Evelyn knocked on the door over and over, her patience wearing thin when no one answered. Frustrated, she jerked the door open and stepped inside. From the first room—Guero's—she heard low, urgent moans that grew louder as she moved closer. Peeking around the corner, she saw her aunt and his fiancé tangled together, naked and lost in passion by the dressing table just outside his room. "Eww," Evelyn whispered, her stomach twisting in disgust. She quickly looked away, her heart pounding, and hurried to her own room. Collapsing onto her bed, she sank deep into her thoughts, the weight of abandonment pressing down on her. Why had her parents left her like this? Did they really believe she was safe here? Her mind spun as she drifted into a restless sleep.
Suddenly, she heard her aunt's soft voice say, "Goodbye, honey. Love you," followed by the living room door closing with a quiet click. Footsteps echoed down the hallway—Uncle Guero's. Panic surged through Evelyn. She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the blanket up over her face, silently begging him not to come near. But it was too late. She felt his rough hands slide around her waist, moving slowly, possessively. She jerked away, sitting up with a heavy, fearful expression. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. "No, dear, don't be scared," Guero said with a sly smile as he leaned closer. The sharp scent of sweat and cum made her stomach churn. "Just one kiss, baby," he murmured. Evelyn pushed him away with all her strength, then hurried out of the room, locking the door firmly behind her. Tears streamed down her face as she curled up and cried herself to sleep.
The next day came so fast as Evelyn finished all her chores, made breakfast for her aunt and the useless so-called uncle she locked in her room last night. After the early morning tasks, she unlocked his door and woke him up to go back to his room. As soon as he left, she locked her door again, took a bath, put on fresh clean clothes, and headed straight to the nearest telephone center.
"Yes ma'am, how can I help you?" the woman at the front desk asked.
"Can I call someone urgently?" Evelyn said, almost crying.
"Okay, one minute. It will cost you three dollars, ma'am," the woman replied.
"Okay," Evelyn said, handing over her squeezed notes, then walked over to the phone to make the call. After a while, her dad picked up.
"Hello, my princess, how have you been?" John said from the other end.
"Dad," Evelyn said, starting to sob.
"What's wrong, dear? Talk to me," her dad said worriedly.
"Can you come take me back home? I don't want to be here anymore," she said, still crying heavily.
"Hold on, dear. What's the matter? Why are you crying? I can tell you're not happy," John said, trying to get his daughter to open up. But before she could say anything, the front desk lady walked over and said, "Time's up."
Evelyn dropped the phone, and the call disconnected. On the other side, her dad was upset and started talking angrily to his wife.
"I told you this was a bad idea, but no, you didn't listen. Now our daughter is out there alone," John shouted.
"She'll be fine, John. You just worry too much," Evelyn's mom said, continuing to sew her dress.
"Fine? Is that all you have to say? Which parents disown their child because they made a mistake? Is that what the church teaches you?" John kept raising his voice.
"John, just stop it."
"Well, as for me, I'm going back to San Mateo to bring my daughter home because this is bullshit," John said angrily, storming out of the house.
Evening fell quickly, casting long shadows over the quiet streets as Kassandra met Evelyn outside a small grocery shop. Evelyn's hands trembled slightly as she clutched her basket. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. The tension in the air was thick, and Evelyn wasn't certain she'd be safe after hearing what her boyfriend demanded.
"Trust me, babe. We're going there together," Kassandra assured her, her tone steady but determined.
Evelyn followed Kassandra through the dimly lit streets to Antonio's house. Inside, Antonio sat on his bed, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His eyes flicked up as the two girls entered the room. Without a word, he signaled Kassandra to leave them alone. Kassandra hesitated, confusion and concern flickering across her face, but she reluctantly turned and left the room.
The tension in the room thickened as Evelyn faced Antonio alone, the weight of the moment pressing down on her like a heavy fog.
"Hi," Evelyn said, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Kassandra said I should come and ask you personally..." she began, but Antonio cut her off sharply.
"I did. You look good, by the way. Remind me of your name," he said, stepping closer.
Evelyn felt a strange unease creeping over her and instinctively took a step back until her body pressed against the cold wall. She said nothing.
"You smoke?" Antonio asked, holding out a cigarette toward her.
"No, I don't. I don't want your cigarettes. I came here for—" Before she could finish, Antonio covered her mouth with his hand, trying to tear at her clothes.
In a desperate move, Evelyn grabbed a glass from the nearby table and smashed it over his head. Blood splattered as Antonio staggered, stunned. Seizing the moment, she bolted for the door.
Antonio, clutching his bleeding head, snatched up his phone and barked into it, "She just escaped from my house! Get the towns secured everywhere—stand by and find her!"
He threw the phone onto the bed and rushed after her.
Evelyn ran through the twisting streets, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She dared not look back, but the sound of footsteps behind her grew louder. Men were following her. Panic surged.
Suddenly, three men blocked her path—two in front and one behind. Before she could react, one grabbed her roughly, lifting her off the ground. Her hands and legs were bound tightly, and she was thrown into a dark, cramped van. Inside, five other girls sat tied up, their faces pale and fearful.
She thought to herself, "I'm being kidnapped," as the van doors slammed shut, plunging her into darkness.
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𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮
Mystery / ThrillerAfter a private video of Evelyn and her boyfriend was shared online without her consent, her family disowned her and sent her to live with her aunt in a nearby village. However, her new life was cut short when she was kidnapped by a human traffickin...
