Human trafficking

Ivery Clark POV

Where am I?

What happened?

I whined as a sheer pain blasted my head. My body swayed back and forth from the constant motion. Where was I?

I put the pressure on my stomach then pulled myself back, trying to get up. The distant slap of water against a hard surface ringed into my ears. I opened my eyes to see a porthole in the steel wall of a ship.

I was walking on the beach last night and...

Fuck, did I just get kidnapped?

My mind began to race, flipping through negative thoughts and scenarios. Who had taken me ? What did I ever do to them to receive this type of treatment ?

I started to shake vigorously and my whole body trembled with the spasm while hot tears shed through my eyes. My body was in survival mode. I was on a ship out to sea, and there was no one coming for me. I was all alone.

Mom, Dad....I'm scared.

I need to get out of here.

The room was small. It just had the bed in the corner with nothing else. The door was probably locked that I'm sure of.

I looked at myself and I was quite messy, however I was still wearing the same clothes as the night before. I balanced on my feet and walked towards the door, trying to get the door open.

The handle wasn't budging at all. It was tightly locked in place. I tried to jiggle it, but it wouldn't move a single inch at all.

All the hope in me was dying. There was no escape in this hell hole. I searched the room but found nothing useful.

There was absolutely nothing. I was in a room with four walls.

A heavy pause filled the room like a last murmur of death. All I could hope for was to drown and die.

Before I had a chance to completely process the situation further, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"W..Who ?" My voice trembled as I scooted back.

A man wearing everything black walked inside, a big gun hung on his shoulder. He had a thick black beard and animalistic eyes.

"Looks like we got a good catch here. What's your name, little girl ?" He gruffed in a rough voice, taking steps towards me.

Who is he calling a little girl ? I'm a full grown, 19 years old girl. But people do say I look much younger than my age, mistaking me for a teenager sometimes.

Fuck, now this is not the right time to think about all that. The middle aged man was taking threatening steps towards me, his eyes weirdly on me.

"Stay away or I'll hit you. I'm more violent than you think I'm." I yelled at him trying to muster up my courage.

To be frank, he terrified me, he was taking steps towards me, his heavy boots thumping with every step.

"Now that's rude little girl. I was talking to you nicely but you are a feisty one. You need to understand the rules don't you ?" He growled animalistically, making me flinch, he was taking unhinged steps towards me.

No...No..

"I said stay away !!!" I stepped back in horror until I was on the bed, my back against the wall.

"Don't yell at me btch !" He grabbed me by my throat and threw me hard against the ground.

I let out a cry as I felt my bone cracking as I fell on the ground. The pain was unbearable like a big, heavy stone was slammed on me.

The buff guy hovered over me and slapped me hard so that I could see stars. "Little bitch, don't dare talk to me again like that okay ?"

Then I heard a belt clinking sound. Oh god, he was going to rape me.

"Feisty girls need to learn their lessons. I'm going to fuck you in all three holes of yours, little girl." The man chuckled evilly, making me cry even more.

"No ! No, get off me !!!"

"Stop fretting little girl, I promise you'll feel good." I was disgusted by his words.

Suddenly I felt more men walk in the room and I turned my head to look at them with my blurry eyes filled with tears.

"What do you think you are doing !?" One of the men yelled as he approached me.

With one go, he lifted the man above me and slammed his fist on the man's face. "Motherfucker, didn't I tell you not to touch the goods we have obtained ? You can't seem to keep your junk calm, do you ?"

G..Goods ?

Did he call me goods ?

"What if she's a virgin ? We will get more money if that girl is a virgin, you dimwit ! There is a lot of demand in auctions for these types." He yelled at the man sending me creeps.

A..Auction ? Goods ?

Am I being sold ? Fuck, is this human trafficking ? Holy shit !

A terror surged through my veins, I was breaking cold sweat now. This isn't real ! Am I really going to be sold into a black market ?

One of the men grabbed me by my elbow and dragged me out. I didn't pay attention to the surroundings because I was still in shock.

He took me to a narrow hallway and took a few turns. And then my field of vision landed onto the shower room. Shower heads were allocated with each certain distances.

To my horror there were women too, stripped completely bare naked, for everyone to see. There were many bruises on their body, some had dried blood on their head and face like mine.

"Strip." The man commanded, pointing a gun at me. Oh hell no. I wasn't getting naked for anyone. I shook my head, my lips trembling.

"You need some goddamn shower, you reek of blood and dirt. Steip right now."

I looked at him stunned. He seriously wants me to get naked in front of everyone ?

"N-No. I won't do it ! I can't do it !" I cried out trying to distance myself. But a big slap hit my face making me go dizzy.

"Do it right now or I'll do it for you and trust me you won't like any second of it." He hissed through his teeth. If that wasn't bad enough, the man kicked me in my stomach, making me growl in pain.

"Do it !"

I sobbed, I didn't want to be beaten to death. My body hurts like hell, everything hurts like hell. I just want to go home.

I slowly pulled my clothes off, feeling my dress fall to the floor. And I could feel the intense stare of the man who hit me.

I was always shy about showing my naked self, but the cruel fate had slapped me hard. Now I was been stared by some random creep stranger. A gangster.

There were many sobs I could hear from girls around, it was like adding salt to my wound. Their cries and sobs were grating my ears, drawing more fear and sorrow.

What have I gone myself into ?

I felt my tears roll down as the cold water sprinkled above my head. The man was staring at me hard, his intentions clear.

I washed my body clean, knowing there was a chance I wouldn't shower again for a long time. I can't even predict what my life would look like after this.

There was no escape here. The only escape any of the women could afford here was death.

A bone wrenching, death.

Next I had dinner with other girls in a small room. We were sitting on the floors with plates in front of us. We weren't allowed to eat with utensils. My eyes blurred at the sight. I felt so sick.

These men were traffickers. This was something that would lead to something as dangerous as the Mafia.

I'm being sold...

It's been a week now, and the ship is still moving at full speed. I couldn't sleep properly, I was still in chaotic mode. I was trapped, far away from my homeland, there was absolutely no escape.

All the men on board had guns, and the women were too afraid to fight any of them. I understood my fate, I was going to be a sx slave to some Mafia gangster, or I would go to places where womens were treated worse than animals.

Suddenly the door opened, and a guard walked in, the same guard who had told me to strip. The expression he gave me was indifference.

"How old are you, girl... ?" He took a step towards me and I stepped back involuntarily.

Like hell I'll tell him my real age.

"I'm thirty one years old."

The man's jaw clenched and in a second he slapped me, "Try lying to me again, I'll skin you alive. Okay ? Again. How. old. are. you. ?"

"Nineteen.." I bit my trembling lips, I didn't want to cry in front of a monster like him.

He raised his hand again and I cried out, "I'm telling the truth."

He first looked at me puzzled and then in a second he was back to his poker face. "Here I thought you were under eighteen. Girls under eighteen are sold to higher prices in the auction you see."

His words make me almost puke. This was utterly disgusting. He was talking like we were some pack of animals whose lives were tagged with a certain amount of price.

"What's your name ? And try lying to me again. I'll show you how death feels like, got it ?" He warned me with a killing stare.

"I..Ivery..."

"Ivery. Well you are at least beautiful. You are lucky that you are going to auction today."

W-What !?

Auction?