Chapter 2

After the door closes, I jerk myself from the bed, forgetting my headache. I need to know what this damn place is and why it is hitting me with a sense of fear and worry.

I open the door slowly, like a slave trying to escape from her cage, but a voice stops me from popping my head out. "Hello, boss!" Someone greets him along the corridor with a tone a bit softer than his, and I get eager to listen to their conversation, so I hide behind the door.

"Ajay, hello! I was about to send it to you. How have things been running in my absence?" That was Ejay. And, did I hear him say, Ajay? What a good rhyme of names! Is he his son or brother?

"Everything is fine, boss. Except for, well, you know who. She hasn't been of any help." Ajay's response aroused my suspicions. I feel there is something fishy here. My head is about to burst with pain again, but I force myself to listen a little more.

"Talk to her one more time, and let her know that I am giving her the last chance. If she does not want to take this last chance, you know what to do."

"Okay boss. I saw you come in with a new one. She looks really pretty, even with a bandaged head. She's quite a charm. Great asset."

What are they possibly talking about? What kind of an asset will I be to them? Just what the hell is this place?

"Her case is different. A bit complicated. But we will see." Ejay responds in his despotic, fearsome tone.

"I trust you, boss." Ajay says.

"I'll be in my office until the time." With that, they end their conversation, and I close the door.

I shuffle to the bed, holding on to the wall for support because my head is pounding and my vision is a bit blurry. I take my meds, and I hope I saw the right prescriptions with my so-fading vision, then I climb to bed. As much as I am worried about everything, as much as I would like to know where I am and what this place is, the pain is uncontrollable. I need to have the strength to even think things through first, which I don't have right now. My eyes close on their own, and I can feel sleep taking over as my head continues to pound and burn with unbearable pain.

Hours later!

I am woken up by my grumbling stomach, and my head is not hurting anymore. Peeling my eyes, I scan the small black room once again. The black theme makes this place more dark and gives you a very scary feeling. It doesn't feel familiar. I walk to the bathroom to ease myself and come back. I sit on the bed, trying to recover any single memory of the days before today, but still, none comes to mind.

I want to cry because I have a lot of questions that need answers, and I doubt there is anybody to answer them. Remembering the conversation between Ejay and Ajay, I spring to my feet, opting to look for Ejay. There is nothing much I want from him, actually. I don't want to know anything about this place or who he rescued me from. I just want to go home, if I have any, which I believe I do. With the kind of clothes I am wearing, how well my hair looks despite it not being combed today, and my type of shoes, I know I am not from the street. With that in mind, I leave the room after taking one type of medicine as per the prescription and head out.

But where do I start looking for him?

I start walking past the other rooms along the corridor. Just as I was about to start descending the stairs, something caught my attention. In the room just next to the stairs, I hear voices, and I take a step back. Coming near the door, I lean on it and decide to eavesdrop. It's a man and a lady, and it doesn't sound like a normal conversation. They somehow sound like they are fighting.

"Please, have mercy on me, even just for today. I have not healed, and I can't bear the pain today. Please!" That was the lady's voice.

"Shut up!" A male voice shouts, and the sound of a resounding slap echoes. The lady cries due to pain. "I did not pay money to come and listen to your stupid stories or watch you cry. I paid for your duties. And your duty is to please me. So get up and undress, and stop wasting my time."

What? What's going on here? Is making love by force? And what's that about paying for her duties? What the... "I said, Get up! If you behave like a nice girl who knows what she is here for, I might go easy on you. But if you insist on crying, I will make sure to leave you with double the bruises you already have. So choose!" The man's cold voice speaks, sending shivers down my spine.

I pity the woman in front of him. What kind of animal is he?

"Okay, Mr! Please have mercy on me." Mr. So it's not her husband or boyfriend? Why is he forcing her, even after pleading? Does he not have a sense of humanity? Isn't that abuse?

"Good! Now kneel down like the slave that you are, and please your master." The man says as the lady continues to hiccup with sobs. What sort of inhumanity is this? He can't control his desires, even at the expense of hurting her.

Without thinking, I knock on the door at once, loud enough for them to hear. I can't allow someone to be abused while I am in a position to help. When nobody opens, I knock again and again, and I keep knocking and knocking until finally, the door flows open, revealing a man fuming with anger in front of me. He has only a towel wrapped around his waist and a very disgustingly protruding nonsense between his legs. I take advantage of his confusion to peek inside, and I see a naked lady sitting on a bed, wiping away the tears from her face. Shelooks so sympathetic!

"Are you okay, miss?" I ask, trying to get in, but Mr. Inhumanity doesn't let me through. Upon hearing me, the lady jumps from bed and stands up, forgetting she is even naked. She shakes her head, tears flowing again. Her cheeks are terribly red!

"Are you sure you know where you are? How dare you interrupt us like this?"

This shameless monkey of a man has the guts to say I interrupted them? Oh, well, if that's it, I am glad I did. I prevented you from hurting a womanfor your stupid desires.

"Aren't you ashamed of forcing someone to quench your stupid desires against her wishes? What kind of human being are you? Let her go!" I say to him, trying to push him aside so that I can get to the lady who is now gathering her clothes on the floor and getting dressed. But what kind ofclothes are these anyway?

"What in devil's name is freaking happening here?" A voice comes from behind me, making me turn around, and I collide with a gun pointed to my head and a very angry man behind the trigger.