"No one can hear you my darling victim" he replied to her cries for help. "This place is more deserted than a haunted house in those horror movies you youngsters are watching" he continued with a calm, stable voice as he looked up at the eighteen year old girl. He couldn't recognise her features well as the room was pitch dark with just a few candles lighting the place, but even then, he could still spot her two big, doll-like, eyes covered with a piece of cloth , her petite, elegant nose and her full , red lips with another piece of white cloth slightly separating them and tied up behind her head , making it impossible for her to speak but possible enough to mumble and cry for help. The man sighed and sat back on his leather black chair, observing her for a couple of minutes. Although his eyes had the brightest blue colour, his glance couldn't be more sinister, portraying a source of evil lingering inside him.
He tapped his long, stiff fingers on the desk in front of him and looked up at the ceiling. "Okay i am bored now" he spoke louder as he grabbed a red folder from his desk "and your screams are giving me a headache" he continued, getting up from his chair and walking towards her. "In the meantime, lets check your folder , shall we?" he proposed as he opened the red file. "Name, Gabriella Lara Budai , age 18 , Hungarian" he stopped for a second "Hungarian huh? You are far away from home my dear Gabriella" he gently pet her hair as she kept trying to escape the ropes that were holding her on a wooden chair. "Tell me, what are you doing here in Serbia?" he said with a deep voice that echoed in the underground room , along with her cries and pleads. He gently put her long, curly, red dyed hair on her shoulder and untied the white cloth from her mouth , letting it fall on her thighs. She kept sobbing and trying to set herself free from the ropes that now made rashes on her bloomed skin. "Pl-please let me go..." she gasped as her cries were getting louder. "I am not rich and i don't have a family! I am no use to you!" she mumbled. The tall guy rolled his eyes and made a few circles around her , while playing with the pages in the file "Always the same" he sighed "Please let me go , please don't touch me , please don't do this please don't do that!" he mocked the young girl. "You think we didn't know that sweetheart? That you are an only child , parents died in a car accident , no other relatives " he looked over the folder and then left it on her thighs as he lowered himself to her height and grinned. "We have a whole folder on you. Regardless, thats not what i asked" he continued as he moved his fingers to touch her sharp cheekbones. "What are you doing in Serbia?" he said with a calm voice. She didn't answer, instead she kept fighting to free her wrists. "My patience is running low , little girl" he growled as he grabbed her chin and forced her face closer to his. "Answer my question!" he yelled , his calm voice now slowly vanishing and replaced with a strict, chaotic one. She let out a ,full of fear, gasp and whimpered "I - i am meeting some friends... it's just a trip...please... let me go...." She tried to focus her covered eyes where his face was , her eyeliner forming black smeared lines under her eyes and smudges on the white cloth. He got up and walked back to his desk , leaning on it. "Stop begging, if you could leave you would have been gone by now" he stated as he eyed her body shape that was covered with a long , black , close-fitting dress . "You are a great piece.... people will pay a lot to see you perform" he continued. She stopped moving as her face expression went from frightened to shocked. "P-perform?" she whimpered. He grinned and looked at her face "Your expressions amuse me" he replied as someone knocked the door.
"Yes?" the guy shouted
"She is ready to see her" another guy answered with a stern voice. The guy from inside the room clapped once and looked at Gabriela. "Its time for you to meet someone special" he whispered to her and gave her one last grin.
°---------------------------------------------------------------
