Captivated

“Get your self together before you go in there. I don't need you making me look like a fucking idiot." He demands as he grabs onto my throat.

"Yes, sir," I whimper softly, I take several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I can't let him see how terrified I am.

 "I'm ready." I say, my voice shaking slightly.

I can feel his hands tighten around my neck, and my heart starts to beat faster. I wonder how I got myself into this situation. My mind starts to race, trying to think of a way out of this.

"You better behave yourself in there" he says, his voice cold and menacing.

 "I don't want to hear any bullshit from you. Understand?"

I nod, my eyes still fixed on the ground. I know better than to speak up. I feel the hot breath on my neck, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol makes me gag.

"Good" he says, and releases his hold on me.

 "Now let's go." He grabs my arm and roughly pushes me towards a building.

As we walk into the building it reeks of sex, and piss. The smell alone would burn someone's nose. We're standing in the living room. Wallpaper peeling off, the old wood floors are broken and creek when you walk.

I can feel the bile rising in my throat as the stench of the living room hits me. I try to focus on something other than the smell, but it's hard to ignore.

The three bedrooms to the left of us are all empty, but the vanities are filled with various makeup and hair supplies.

A man who looks to be in his mid 40s walks up to Antonio

"Who's this?"

He smirks as he slides his fingers down my arm. I shutter, his fingers feel slimy.

"This," Antonio says, gesturing towards me,

 "is a new addition to the roster. She's feisty, but I think we can break her in."

Vinny snickers and looks me up and down, his eyes raking over me in a way that makes my skin crawl. I try to keep my face a neutral as possible, but I can feel the anger and disgust starting to build up inside me.

"How much you want for her?" He asks Antonio, his fingers still tracing circles on my arm. Antonio glares at him.

 "Not yet. Hand off until the auctions in 3 weeks."

"Damn," he mutters. "I was hoping to take her for a test ride. I like them feisty.

Antonio laughs.

 "I'm sure we can work something out. "

 I can feel his eyes on me, staring at me like a prized possession.

"Yeah," Vinny says, his hand still on my arm.

Vinny turns to Antonio making a cash deal so he can have his way with me before the night of the auction. I stand there, my body rigid, as Vinny's eyes roam over me like a hungry wolf. I can feel my skin crawl, and my fists clench at my sides. I want to lash out, to show them that I am not some object to be bought and sold, but I know better than to try anything. These men are dangerous, and one wrong move could cost me my life.

As Vinny and Antonio haggle over me, I think of the cabin, with its peeling wallpaper and broken floors, and I wonder if this is where I will end up—a prisoner in this dilapidated place, at the mercy of men like these. The men continue their negotiation, oblivious to my inner turmoil. I can feel Vinny's eyes on me, burning with desire, and I know that I am nothing more than an object to him. A thing to be used and discarded. I swallow the bile that rises in my throat and steel myself for whatever may come next.

 I have no choice but to play their game, at least for now. I vow that one day, I will be the one in control. I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms, a physical pain to distract from the emotional turmoil.

"I'll give you double what you paid for her," Vinny offers, his eyes never leaving my body.

 "But I want her now. I don't do well with waiting." Antonio considers this, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine, but she's not cheap. And you better make it worth my while. I have a business to run."

Vinny laughs, a dark, sinister sound.

"Oh, it'll be worth it. I promise you that."

I stand silently, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and fury. I am aware of my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I want to scream, to fight, but I know any attempt to escape would be futile. These men are powerful, and I am alone. As Vinny counts out the money, his eyes never leave my body. I can see the desire burning in his eyes, and it makes my skin crawl. I am nothing more than a toy to him, something to be played with and discarded.

"She's all yours," Antonio says with a sneer, taking

 the money. Vinny's grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."

"Please," I whisper, my voice shaking.

 "I don't want to do this." I plea

Vinny pushes me inside the bedroom, and the door slams shut behind us. The room is dim, lit only by a few candles, casting an eerie glow on the dilapidated walls. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and cigarettes, making my stomach turn. I back away, my eyes never leaving his, but he only advances, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he says, his eyes raking over me.

 "Antonio didn't lie about that."

I say nothing, my heart pounding in my chest. I know what's coming, and I'm terrified.

"I like a challenge," he continues, licking his lips. "And I plan to enjoy every second of breaking you." I feel a surge of anger at his words, but it only fuels his fire. He grabs my wrist, his grip like iron, and pushes me down onto the bed. I can feel the rough fabric of the mattress against my skin as he looms over me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I try to squirm away, but he only tightens his grip, his other hand coming up to grip my throat.

 "You're going to learn your place, little one," he whispers, his hot breath on my face. "You're mine now."

I can feel his other hand sliding up my thigh, his touch making my skin crawl. I try to fight him, but it's no use. He's too strong, and soon his hands are everywhere, his mouth crushing mine in a brutal kiss. I can taste the alcohol on his breath, and I gag, but he only deepens the kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I feel violated, disgusted, and I want to scream, but no sound comes out. He tears at my clothes, ripping them from my body, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I try to cover myself, but he slaps my hands away, a cruel laugh escaping his lips.

"Don't be shy now," he taunts.

 "You're mine to do with as I please."

I can feel his eyes on me, taking in every inch of my body, and I want to shrink into myself, to disappear. Then, he's on top of me, his weight crushing me, and I can feel him inside me. I cry out in pain, but he only laughs, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts roughly. I feel like I'm being torn apart, and I want it to stop, but he shows no mercy. His hands dig into my flesh, leaving bruises that will surely mark me.

I lie there, feeling trapped and helpless as he takes his pleasure. My mind is racing, trying to find a way out, but my body is frozen, unable to move. I wonder if anyone will hear me if I scream, or if I will simply become another forgotten victim in this horrible place. Finally, he finishes, rolling off me with a satisfied grunt. I lie there, my body aching, my mind numb.

I feel dirty, used, and I want nothing more than to escape this place and these horrible men. Vinny dresses, his eyes never leaving my naked form on the bed.

 "That was fun," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "Antonio will be pleased."

I say nothing, my silence speaking volumes. To him, I am nothing more than a toy to be played with and discarded.I stand there, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and fury. These men, they think they can buy and sell me like some object. I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms, trying to find the courage to speak.

 "I am not a thing to be traded," I say, my voice shaking but determined.

 "I am a person, with my own thoughts and feelings. You have no right to treat me this way."

 Vinny's eyes narrow at my defiance, and he takes a menacing step towards me.

 "You little bitch," he snarls.

 "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? I paid good money for you, and you will do as I say."

He backhands me across the face, the force of the blow knocking me to the ground. I taste blood in my mouth and feel the warm liquid trickling down my chin.

"You think you're so tough, huh?" he continues, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Let's see how tough you are." He kicks me in the stomach, and I double over in pain.

 "You will learn your place, and you will obey me. I own you now." He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look at him.

"Do you understand?" he demands.

I want to fight back, to show him that I am not some weak, obedient slave. But the fear is overwhelming, and I know that one wrong move could cost me my life.

 "Yes," I whisper, my voice hoarse and broken. "I understand."

As I submit, I see the satisfaction in his eyes, and it fuels my anger. I vow that one day, I will make them pay. I will be the one in control, and they will feel the true cost of their cruel game.

the  morning after my encounter with Vinny, I wake up in a daze, my body still aching from the previous night's violation. I'm in one of the bedrooms of the cabin, alone, and the sun is streaming through the dirty windows. I sit up slowly, wincing as pain shoots through my body. My clothes from the night before are torn and lie discarded on the floor. I reach for them, pulling them on slowly, feeling the fabric stick to my bruised skin.

I know I have to get out of here, but the thought of facing Antonio and the other men fills me with dread. As I make my way out of the bedroom, I hear voices coming from the living room. Peering around the corner, I see two new girls, their eyes wide with fear, being inspected by Antonio and Vinny. My stomach drops as I recognize the look in their eyes—it's the same one I had when I first arrived.

They are terrified, and I know they are wondering how they will survive this nightmare.

"Look at these two beauties, Vinny. Fresh meat."

Antonio gestures to the girls, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of greed and lust.

 "They'll bring a pretty penny at the auction."

Vinny steps forward, running his eyes over the girls like a predator sizing up its prey.

 "Indeed. And they look like they'll put up a good fight. Our clients will enjoy breaking them in."

I feel a surge of anger and protective instinct toward the girls. They are innocent, and I know the horrors that await them. I want to warn them, to tell them to fight back, but I know it would be futile. Instead, I watch in silent fury as Vinny approaches one of the girls, a petite blonde with fear in her eyes.

"What's your name, sweetcheeks?" Vinny asks, his voice sickly sweet.

The girl shakes her head, refusing to answer. Vinny's smile turns cruel, and he backhands her across the face. The sound of the slap echoes through the room, and the girl cries out, cowering away from him.

 "You will answer when I ask you a question," he snarls. "Now, what's your name?"

 "P-please don't hurt me," the girl stammers, her eyes filling with tears.

 "My name is Sarah."

Vinny runs his hand through her hair, gripping it tightly.

"That's a good girl, Sarah. Now, let's see if you can be a good girl for me." As Vinny pushes Sarah down onto the couch, I can see the other girl, a brunette with fierce eyes, clenching her fists at her sides. She wants to fight, but like me, she knows that any attempt to resist will only result in more pain. Vinny begins to unbutton his pants, and I can see the fear in Sarah's eyes turn to horror as she realizes what is about to happen.

"Please, no," she whispers, her voice shaking. Vinny ignores her pleas and pulls her legs apart, positioning himself between them.

"You're going to learn your place, just like our friend here did," he says, gesturing to me. As Vinny violates Sarah, I can see the brunette girl's eyes darting around the room, looking for a way out. She takes a step forward, as if to intervene, but Antonio grabs her roughly, holding her back. "Don't even think about it, Ava," he snarls in her ear.

 "This is their initiation. It's how things work around here." Ava struggles against his hold, her eyes filled with tears of anger and helplessness.

 "Let me go!" she shouts. "You can't do this!" Antonio slaps her hard across the face, and she falls to the ground, her cry of protest turning into a whimper.

"You will need to learn your place too, Ava," he says coldly.  "Just like the rest of them."

As Vinny finishes with Sarah, he stands and zips up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his face.

 "That's how it's done, girls. You'll get used to it." Sarah lies on the couch, her body trembling, her eyes closed as if she is willing herself to be anywhere but here. Ava kneels on the floor, her hands covering her mouth as she tries to stifle her sobs. Vinny turns to Antonio.

 "They'll do nicely at the auction. We'll make a killing." Antonio nods, his eyes gleering.

He gestures to Ava, who glares at him defiantly, her eyes filled with hatred. I want to run to her, to comfort her and tell her that I understand her pain. But I know that those sick fucks are watching, and any show of emotion will only be used against us. So, I stand silently, my heart breaking as I witness the destruction of yet another life.

The days blur together as I recover from my encounters with Vinny, each one bringing a new horror. I learn quickly that resistance is met with brutal punishment, so I bide my time, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

The auction looms ever closer, and with it, the threat of being sold to another monster. One night, as I lie awake in my small room, the moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls, I hear a faint sound coming from outside. I strain to listen, and I realize it's the sound of a struggle. Quietly, I get up and peer out the window. In the faint moonlight, I see a figure being dragged towards the cabin by two men.

 As they get closer, I recognize one of them as Antonio. The other man is a stranger, his face hidden in the darkness. They're dragging a woman between them, her arms bound, and a gag in her mouth. I watch in horror as they bring her inside, her eyes wide with fear. The next morning, I wake to the sound of shouting.

 I peer out of my room to see the new woman, her face bruised and her clothes torn, being yelled at by Antonio.

"You stupid fucking cunt! Stop fucking fightin! You're mine now, and you do as I say!" I recognize the words, the same ones Vinny had said to me. My blood boils at the memory, and I feel a surge of protective anger towards her.

The days turned to weeks, each one bringing a new horror, a new violation. I lived in constant fear of Vinny, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. Dean had been my protector, ensuring Vinny stayed away, but tonight, I knew I was alone. I heard his drunken footsteps approaching, the clinking of his belt buckle sending shivers down my spine.

"Where's your hero now, little one?" Vinny slurred, his hot, putrid breath washing over me.

I cowered in the corner, my heart pounding, knowing that this time, there would be no escape. I felt his rough hands on me, tearing at my clothes, and I cried out in fear and anger. But then, suddenly, I heard a gurgling sound, and Vinny's hands released their grip. I looked up to see him clutching his throat, blood trickling from his mouth. He staggered and fell to his knees, his eyes wide with shock. Standing behind him was Dean, a knife in his hand, his face set in a mask of determination.

 "Don't touch her," Dean said, his voice cold and deadly serious.

 "I told you to stay away, but you didn't listen."

 I watched, numb, as Dean advanced on Vinny, pressing the knife to his throat.

"You think you can just take what you want? You're nothing but a monster, and monsters get what they deserve."

Vinny tried to speak, but only a gurgle escaped his lips as blood poured from the wound.

 "Please," he mouthed, his eyes pleading.

But Dean showed no mercy. With a swift movement, he slit Vinny's throat, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.