As I am walking along the dirt road on the outskirts of El Salvador, looking at all the small houses that line the road where I grew up around. Shacks is more of the word for them but we have had a decent life for being poor. I am the only girl out of four children and also the oldest. My father has tried to keep me hidden most of my life due to he has been worried that I will be kidnapped by the gangs that run this part of the country and turned into a sex slave for the men. There are men that crawl these streets looking for beautiful women to use in their business of prostitution. I finally decided to take a walk on a beautiful day after my parents went to market for food. Waving at friends as I slowly make my way down the road back towards our shack. Just as I am about to make the turn down the path where our house stands at the end of it, a car passes me and then the brakes are applied as it slides to a stop. My heart starts pounding and I take off down the small path that we walk everyday. Men are shouting for me to stop as they close in behind me and a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist stopping me in my tracks as my feet are removed from the ground. I struggle against the vice like grip but it is no use, then swung around being brought back to the silver SUV that is sitting at the end of the path.
"Dad, is this the one you saw and told me to grab her?" as he sets me down in front of a huge man. His finger comes up under my chin raising my face to look at him.
"Yeah, that is the one I saw when we passed. Put her in the car, we will take her back to the house with us."
"Let me GO!" I wiggle trying to get free of the man that is holding my arms tightly against my side then try to kick backwards.
"She is a fireball. Don't worry, she will learn her place after a few men show her that she is to obey exactly what she is told to do" he crushes me up against his hard chest and lifts my hair sniffing it "She stinks. First thing will be a shower to clean up this dirty one."
The man that he is talking to is standing at the door looking down at me with a smirk on his face. Nodding, the strong pair of arms lifts me into the car and I am put between two men in the back seat. Two more sit in the middle row then the one they were calling boss slides back in the front seat. I turn around looking out the back window as the car takes me from the only home I have ever known. Tears fall down my face knowing that I should have never taken that short walk today. The men are arguing about a few things but their words are falling on deaf ears as I mentally beat myself up for not listening to my dad on this matter. Most of the time, these men come around dinner time crashing down doors looking for girls to take. How come they were coming down the road right when I just had to be walking back home?
"Dad, she is not answering me back here" the man sitting beside me snaps me out of my thoughts. Blinking I look over at him with a confused look on my face.
"Answer him" the older man in the front seat says in a quiet tone "He is just trying to find out some information about you."
"I am sorry, my mind was else where. What did you ask?" trying to be as polite as I can about this.
"I wanted to know what your name was, how old you are and by your looks you should not be married. I would say you are around eighteen to twenty by how young your face looks."
I look up into this man's face that is only about a foot from mine, seeing his chocolate brown eyes staring into mine. "My name is Avaleigh but my family just called me Ava for short. I am nineteen years old and no I am not married to anyone."
His grin goes almost to an evil smirk as his finger tucks a piece of hair behind my ear "You are a very beautiful lady, you know that. Men will kill to have you but from the looks of it, I don't think you will have to worry about that part. Every man, except my father, in this car is eyeing you as a potential wife for themselves."
"I have no interest in becoming wife for anyone" crossing my arms over my chest "I will kill myself before I am forced into a life of being a play toy for men."
His smirk slips to a scowl and he closes the distance between us what little was left. The heat coming off him is intense and I shiver a little as he stares into my eyes. "You will do whatever we tell you to do girl. If one of these men want you as theirs then you have no say so in it. My dad, myself and our men run this country, so we get what we want without an lip from anyone. If needed, you try to take your life once you have been claimed then your life will be a very miserable one. Locked up in a room for the remainder of your life or until you prove that you will not try and harm yourself again. Don't try to backtalk us on this either because you are now going to find a new life in our compound with someone."
"Zamir" the man in the front seat says in a warning tone "Leave her be for right now. She will learn her place here very soon."
He nods but his hand takes mine in his entwining our fingers and I look down at his hand. He has a smirk on his face as he looks out the side window. I think I know who is going to claim me as soon as we get to this place. He is staking it pretty hard right now and the man on the other side of me has a small smirk on his face as his eyes flick down to our hands and then back up. I sigh and just shake my head a little.
"Did he say your name was Zamir" looking at the man holding my hand.
"Yes, sorry I did not introduce myself did I? It has been a hectic day so I forgot my manners. My name is Zamir Cruze and that is my father is Rafael Cruze" nodding to the older man in the front seat.
I furrow my brow and then it hits me exactly who this is, the are the biggest drug lords in the county. They do run the country, have the police in their back pockets and no one says no to them. He must see the shocked look on my face because he chuckles quietly. "Your fine love, we will not hurt you in anyway. Just relax and then I will show you where you will be living as soon as we get back home." His eyes flash amusement for just a second then they are back to their regular calm self.
We drive for what seems like forever when we finally turn down a small dirt driveway and a huge chain link fence comes into view. As we pull up to the gate that must be at least ten feet tall with razor sharp wire wound around the top, it opens slowly with a remote in the car. There are men everywhere with guns standing at attention, six alone at the gate with three on each side. Driving down the long driveway, we arrive at the front entrance of the biggest house I have ever seen in my life.