Flight AK364 has just safely arrived in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Flight AK364 has just safely arrived in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Shivering in fear, dragging her feet across the glassy tiles, she walked, exiting the threshold of the plane. Eyes dancing in undescribable shudders looking at the men in black enclosing her. Breathless air escaping through her cracked lips. Hands trembling- hustling the cuffs.
But the spiking tension was drifted to her waist, where there sat a gun, perfectly hidden from the eyes of many.
Sighing, hating to accept the miserable situation mingled into her life, she scanned the transparent casements along the corridor. Flocks of birds flying above the purplish-pink sky, cotton-webs shielding the bright rays from hitting the Earth. Her sad, longing gaze was enough to say everything- she was desperate to be freed. After months of being in darkness.
How far is my home from here? she thought, feeling the rush of tears streaming down her pale white cheeks.
Distracted by a digital slide of a middle-aged man dressed in his court dress, Clover’s red, puffed-up eyes glued to it for a short while. Jack Lee, Nation’s Treasure, reflected to her. She extended her head to glance up far in front. Whatever she saw was posted repetitively along the hallway, on the walls, giving off the impression that the man wasn’t simple.
Remaining passengers of the same international flight brushed past, leaving nothing behind, only the echoes of their hurried footsteps. Though few Asians turned to them and a slight hint of suspicion certainly flashed across their faces, a rise in their eyebrows was all they did. No approaches, no questions. And soon after they continued with their frontward motions. Perhaps they were in a rush to the arrival hall to get their luggage. Well, they couldn’t be 100% blamed for that. Cause from afar, she seemed just like a princess, protected by several bodyguards.
But the truth always hurts.
She was not protected. Rather captured here, sold by her own blood relations without her consent.
I need to run! Clover screamed in her mind.
As soon as she made her first step in, her scrutiny widened at the sight of the people, waiting to board the plane just descended.
And an idea flickered.
Slowing down her pace in a not-so-obvious way, she was determined to attract their attention. Maybe because their speeds weren’t really fast to begin with, the men didn’t notice the bits and pieces. Parting her dry lips flashing the slight hints of fresh stains, she played her tongue, making clicking sounds. When they weren’t loud enough, she slammed her tongue again and again. She didn’t care if the men heard her or her tongue ached, this was her only chance, she needed to succeed.
No way she was gonna be a sex slave.
“Mama! Look at her! Look at her!” A young Chinese girl with two pony-tails said, intimating Clover’s ‘clown’ face while tapping on her mother’s hand.
Indeed, she caught their attention.
“Chloe. Don’t,” her mother snapped, giving Clover a sidelong peak. “don’t look at the weirdo.”
Damn, she cursed. It’s not a joke, stupid.
Nothing changed. Nobody understood her. She was still in the invisible circle, leaving the gate, heading to the targetted direction. Stinging vibes ran along her hands, triggering the pain as she pushed them apart, breaking free from the locks. But it was literally useless. Other than making the fresh blood staining deeper into the furry coat, it barely helped out anything.
“Walk faster, sexy. They are waiting for us outside,” the man beside came up close, grabbed her ass and squeezed it before whispering, “ you will be treated very well. No worries.”
Clover turned to give him a deadly stare. However, it was soon replaced with fright when horny expression was printed on his face. Dark brown eyes were hungry, fingers running down deeper into her spot, scanning for pleasure. “I wanna be the first,” he licked her pinna, leaving his saliva.
As though somebody dumped a bucket of ice water over her, she jerked awake from the creeps. Shoving him away instantly after getting ahold of her slipping consciousness, she tilted her head sideways, low enough to erase off the disgusting liquid with her upper sleeve.
...But it was all she could do.
Nowhere near to escaping.
They continued walking towards the exit with no pausing, closer to the destination of her ‘hell’. Uniqlo, The Face Shop, Jaya Grocer. People walked in and out joyfully, hands full with grocery bags, shopping bags, titbits. None paid enough attention to notice the strangeness in them nor to understand the body languages she was trying to portray. Slowly, tears began to wet her eyes, blurring the vision in front. Because right now, there was no any slight hope to escape at all.
“You okay, little girl?” somebody shouted the minute they walked past Starbucks Coffee.
Clover jolted, looking for the source of the voice. Left, right. Up, down. Where? Starbucks? Coffee Beans?
“Over here!” A fair-looking gentleman waved his Java Chips in the air. He was taking two steps at a time, catching up the pace of the men. “Are you okay?” he repeated, pulling the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.
Before Clover got a chance to speak, those men interrupted. The young man was trying to get closer when suddenly one of the men stretched out his arm, blocked the way and said, “Sorry, but this is the lady of our house. Strangers aren’t allowed to be close.” His voice was as hard as stone.
“Ah..Really?” he said, tipping on his toes, looking for a gap to meet her eyes.
“Don’t ask for troubles, my lady.” The head of the gun was then pressed harder into her skin.
It wasn’t an order. Rather, a threat. The guts to meet the young man’s eyes vanished liked they never existed. Words waiting to be thrown out stuck in her throat, shutting down hopelessly. Clover lowered her head, dropping down strands of untied hair past her cheeks. Ashamed at her own self. A light was shone right upon her, and yet she was going to let it fade away.
He was still lingering with the gang, slurping in the coffee in his hand. But when there weren’t any responses from the so-called lady of the house, his feet swayed, stopping soon after.
Calling from the back, “Sor-..Sorry... I think it’s my mistake,” he said and left without saying anything further.
Great job, Clover. There goes the opportunity to be free.
Judging by the time, the men began pacing up their steps. They must no longer be obstructed. Allowing the circle to be narrowed, they pushed Clover along, passing through the sea of people. Surprising enough, the girl did nothing to stop nor delay their increased momentum. Her mind was devastating over the loss of her chance to escape. The fate as a sex slave was beginning to pierce into her dignity, forcing her to accept.
Suddenly, the clenches of her fists hiding underneath the cloth weakened at the strike of the noises, snapping her awake from her lost thoughts. She stood high on her exposed toes, looking past the men in front, past the gaps in between.
Thousands of shadows were crowding the main entrance. Each holding different banners. And ‘KYLE’ written almost everywhere. Getting a hang of something about to happen, she circulated her attention in the airport, flapping her ponytail- sensing for the clues she missed. Clover glanced for the unusualities. High number of guards securing the gate of a domestic arrival was nearing the answer to her question. Drop-down posters hanging down the several corners of the walls doubled the reaction.
They were right. Someone was coming.
Somebody by the name of Kyle.
And he was coming into their sights.
The long-awaited, heat-up fans looped forward at once, unstabilizing the hand locks of the security guards on duty. Not giving up on the barrier they formed, the guards gritted their teeth, planted their feet like they were the roots of a buttress tree, and gripped with all their strengths. Despite the bounces, pushes, hops nor the fan boards being slammed onto their faces. There was no stop. The crowd's excitements were suffocating the oxygen in the air, draining it with the man-made vapours.
And it only took a little of them to shake away those men in black, breaking the circle, freeing Clover.
Yes! Yes! This is it! she whispered, stretching out her leg as long as possible, slipping into the flaming crowd, disappearing from their full rotation vision. To stay high wasn't a good choice, especially when she had nothing to cover her face. She crouched, placing her arms in between her bent legs, balancing herself. Through the gaps, Clover sneaked a peak, looking out for the men that were set out to hunt for her.
And yes, they were there, but scattered. Heads continued to scan everywhere, terrified by the sudden loss of the free flow of a sweet paradise.
She was tailing their shadows, making sure they weren't anywhere near to her when suddenly her sight was disturbed. Blocked by the existing people alongside with her. It was bearable in the beginning, but the thrill turned stronger, tumbling her hard on the cemented ground as she failed to catch up their steps.
Pushing her back up, her toes itched at a mass, “...A.. cap?” she gasped, holding it in hands.
Nobody seemed to notice it. The ant-like sensations hitting her feet gave her no choice but to rest it on her head. Her legs needed to be stretched before they no longer belonged to her. Adjusted the cap to the favourable size, she pulled it down, low enough to avoid any unwanted eye contacts. A deep breath was sucked. She stood up- ready to act as one of them.
And there he came, making his way through like the entire world belonged to him. All the spotlights were on him. Wilderness exploded and the hungry fans lunged forward to touch him even if it was just a tiny bit. The gifts, fan boards were submerging him. So many hands extended to reach him, requesting for his autographs, for his shakes. If it wasn’t because of the guards’ efforts to keep a distance between the idol and the crowd, perhaps he would already be squashed.
KYLEE!!! I’m your biggest fan!!
KYLE!!!! You’re so handsome! I love you!!
I love you! KYLEE!!!
Squinting at the number of fans being there for him, he paused and bowed to his fan, “Hello everyone,” greeting with his signature smile, “It’s me, Kyle Lee.”
“Where did she go?!” Panic shown all over the scarred man.
“She was right here just now!” The plump guy in black exclaimed, glancing at the overwhelming crowd from behind.
He gripped him by the collar and tossed him onto the cold ground.“What about now, smartass?” he stared at the remaining men in his team, “GO AND LOOK FOR HER!”
Suddenly, something was vibrating in his pocket, and a loud familiar ringing noise reached his ears despite the noises around.
A huge lump of saliva gulped down his throat the moment he saw the name appeared on his phone screen. No escape. Only accept. Stains of sweat stuck on the gadget as he dragged the green button.
“Hello…?” It was barely a whisper.
“Why isn’t she here already?!”
“Something… happened, sir… Please be patient..”
“P…Patient? Bullsh*t!!” he screamed over the phone. “I want her today! Don’t you dare, mess with me, useless dog.”
“...Yes!...Yes!... Of course..!” And the angry man cut the line.
Over there! Quick! Get her!
HEY! Get back here!!
Don’t let her get away!
Damn! They spotted her. Noises arouse but not strong enough to cover the screaming from Kyle’s fans. The front was a dreamland, while the back was a complete opposite. Clover ran as fast as she could away from those red sirens. Panting, she rushed and dropped behind a huge black tinted hybrid car. Her heart thumped against her skin so hard, as though it was going to pierce through her chest. Sweats drooling down her temple with no brakes, shudders ran down her spines.
Escape was so near to her. She couldn't afford to lose, not when she just needed another step.
Staying close behind the car, staining it with the oversecretion of her body fluid, she prayed with all her might that they will not find her.
That she will be saved by someone.
Sh*t. They are near, she spoke in her mind, feeling the sudden change of pressure in the air. She extended her first leg to the other side of the car, followed by her other leg the second they reached her ex-hiding spot.
“Please.....Please,” she muttered, “No…”
And then, she heard someone turning on the car engine she was hiding beside. Without thinking much and putting her safety as the top priority, she slid in.
“I’ll apologize later,” she hissed under her breath, climbing from the backseat to the boot soundlessly.