The second Sarah woke up, she felt like she needed to vomit. Her vision was blurry and so was her head. There was a bright light shining down on her and it took a second to realize she was lying on a threadbare mattress in a small, otherwise nearly empty room.
She blinked a couple of times and her eyesight cleared up enough for her to see a small plastic garbage can lying on the floor beside the mattress. She leaned over and pulled it to her, retching into it for a full thirty seconds, ignoring her watery eyes and even more watery nose.
She heard a noise, looked in that direction, and saw that someone had pulled back a black curtain to reveal that she wasn't actually in a small room at all. She was in a cavernous warehouse. As far as the eye could see, there were other mattresses. And on almost all of them were girls her age, all scantily clad or naked.
Some were alone, either sleeping, or more likely passed out. Others were with men, who were having their way with them. Some of the girls struggled, others lay there helplessly, and a few didn't seem to even be conscious while they were being violated. Sarah's mind was foggy but she guessed there were at least twenty girls in the warehouse.
Someone stepped into view. It was Chiqy, the huge guy with the long beard from Dean's room. Suddenly, Sarah's head cleared and the observational distance she'd felt while taking in her surroundings disappeared. Her heart began to pound and she felt a creeping terror take hold of her.
Where am I? What is this place? Why do I feel so weak?
She tried to sit upright as Chiqy moved closer but her arms collapsed under her and she slumped back onto the mattress. That made Chiqy chuckle.
"Don't try to get up," he said, "the drugs we gave you make you clumsy. You might fall and break something. And we can't have that. It would be bad for business. Clients prefer that if any bones get broken, they're the ones doing it."
"What did you do to me?" she demanded hoarsely, trying to sit up again.
Before she knew what was happening, Chiqy backhanded her across the face, knocking her back onto the mattress and sending an explosion of pain from her cheekbone to her ear. As she gasped for air and tried to regain her equilibrium, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"You gonna learn, little miss. You don't raise your voice. You don't talk back unless a client wants it. You don't ask questions. Chiqy in charge. You follow my rules, you'll be okay. You don't, then not so okay. We clear?"
Sarah nodded.
"Good. Then listen up cuz here come the rules. First, you're my property. I own you. I may loan you out but never forget who you belong to. You understand?"
Sarah, her cheek still throbbing from his slap, nodded meekly. Even as she tried to wrap her head around the situation, she knew that openly challenging Chiqy in her current condition was unwise.
"Second, you gonna satisfy my clients' needs. You don't gotta love it, although who knows, maybe you'll take to it. That don't matter. You do what the client says, no matter what. If you don't, I'll beat you 'til your insides bleed. I have ways of doing that so you still look pretty for the clients. On the outside, you'll look like angel. But on the inside, you'll be all pulp. We clear?"
Again Sarah nodded. She tried to prop herself up again and squinted in the bright light, hoping to get her bearings. She didn't recognize any of the other girls. Suddenly a cold chill ran up her spine.
Where's Lanie?
"Can you tell me what happened to my friend?" she asked in what she hoped wasn't a challenging voice.
Before she knew what was happening, Chiqy had slapped her again, this time on the other cheek. The force of it slammed her down against the mattress hard.
"I wasn't done," she heard him say despite her ringing ears. "The last rule is you don't speak unless I ask you a question. Like I said, you're gonna learn fast that being uppity doesn't pay around here. You got it?"
Sarah nodded, noticing her head throb as she did.
"But that question I'll answer," Chiqy said with a cruel smile on his face. He pointed at a mattress about fifteen feet away.
Sarah looked over and saw a man who looked to be in his sixties on top of a girl whose head was slumped to the side. Just then, the man grabbed her chin and lifted her face so he could kiss her.
Sarah nearly gagged again as she realized it was Lanie. She was naked from the waist down and her black tank top was up around her neck, revealing her bra. When the man lost interest in her lips, he let go and her head lolled in Sarah's direction.
She could tell that her friend was conscious, if only barely. Her heavy-lidded eyes were barely slits and she didn't seem to be aware of her surroundings. Her body was limp and she didn't physically react to the things being done to her.
Sarah took it all in but somehow the horror of the moment seemed like it was happening far away, on a distant planet. Maybe it was the drugs. Maybe it was getting hit in the face twice. But she felt numb.
Maybe I should be grateful for that.
"She was hard to handle so we had to calm her down a lot," Chiqy said. "That could be you. Or if you don't fight so much, we won't have to give you the sleepy shot. It's up to you."
Sarah looked at him and started to answer but then remembered the rules and bit her tongue. Chiqy saw it and smiled.
"Good. You're a quick learner," he said. "You can talk."
"No sleepy shot," she pleaded.
"Okay, we'll try it clean. But if you…struggle, it's the needle for you. Understand?"
Sarah nodded. Chiqy, a satisfied smile on his face, nodded back and stepped out, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
Not knowing how long she had, Sarah looked around desperately, trying to take stock of her situation. She was still wearing her jeans and teal top, which suggested nothing had been done to her yet. She checked her pockets for her phone, change purse, and ID but they were all gone. No shock there.
A loud female groan from somewhere nearby snapped her out of her numbness and she felt something approaching panic seep in. She welcomed it as it came with a jolt of adrenaline that sharpened her mind and gave her greater control over her limbs.
Think, Sarah, while you still can. You've been gone awhile. People are looking for you. There is no way Mom and Dad would wait this long for you to get in touch without calling the cops. If they're looking for you, you have to give them some kind of clue, something to let them know you were here, in case something happens.
She glanced down at her shirt. Had she told her mom what she was wearing today? No, but she had FaceTimed with her this morning so she'd seen her outfit. She'd remember it for sure. After all, they'd bought it together at the Cabazon outlet mall.
She reached down and tore off a strip about two inches long at the seam near the waist, where it was weakest. She was debating where to leave it when she heard two male voices approaching. Just as the curtain was yanked open again, she shoved the fabric under the mattress so that only a small piece was visible.
Trying to act as casual as possible, she looked over at the men. One was Chiqy. The other was a short white guy in his forties, wearing a suit and tie. He had on glasses, which he took off and placed on top of his shoes after he slid them off and placed them near the curtain.
"How old is she?" he asked.
"Sixteen," Chiqy answered.
"A little mature for my taste but she will most definitely do," he said as he approached the mattress.
"Remember what I told you," Chiqy warned her.
She nodded. He seemed satisfied and started to head off when the man said, "A little privacy please."
Chiqy reluctantly pulled the curtain closed. The man stood over her and stared down, his eyes wandering everywhere. She felt ill.
He began to undress and Sarah used the time to decide her next move. She wasn't going to let this happen. Of that she was sure. If they killed her so be it. But she was not going to end up some sex slave. She just had to wait for an opening.
It didn't take long.
The man had taken off his pants and boxers and was crawling toward her. He was squinting slightly and she could tell that without his glasses, he was slightly uncertain. Soon he was right above her on his hands and knees.
No time like the present.
In one swift motion, Sarah brought her right leg up to her chest and thrust her foot forward, slamming the ball of her shoe into the man's crotch. He immediately grunted and collapsed on top of her.
She had been expecting that and rolled his crumpled torso off her. Then she scurried to her feet and hurried to the curtain. The man was behind her moaning and trying to speak. She poked her head out and looked around.
At the far end of the warehouse, she saw the main door. But between her location and freedom were countless occupied mattresses and at least half a dozen men walking around, keeping tabs on things. There was no way she could make it that far.
But maybe she could find a back door if she kept in the shadows close to the wall. She was about to step out when she heard the man's voice, strangled and pained, but clear.
"Help!"
She was out of time. Stepping out from behind the curtain, she dashed to the left, looking for anything that resembled a door. She made it about twenty feet before a guy appeared, blocking her path.
She spun around and started in the other direction but ran directly into Chiqy, who wrapped a huge arm around her. She could barely move.
Several feet away, she saw the man who'd been wearing the suit. He was doubled over, but standing up. He was still pantsless. Reaching up his hand, he pointed at her.
"I want her for half-price after this."
Sarah saw Chiqy pull something from his pocket and realized what it was-a syringe. She tried to break free but it was no use. She felt a sharp prick in her arm.
"I warned you we'd have to use the sleepy shot if you were bad," he said, sounding almost apologetic.
She sensed his grip loosening but realized that it was only because she was losing all muscle control. Chiqy felt it too and let her go. By the time she slumped to the floor, she was completely unconscious.
