Blind Date (Completed)✅

Part 16- Bruised Ego

Sasha slowly opened her eyes. Darkness engulfed her as the sound of a steam engine vibrated the floor. Her memory snapped back as thoughts of her falling down the steps replayed. She stared into the darkness.

Searching for something to hold on to she stood up and began to walk. Feeling in front of her she was snatched back as she screamed to feel cold hard metal against her ankle. The pain was unbearable as she fell back in place. Reaching down she felt the metal piercing her skin. Without any light she felt down the chain and followed it to the wall. Feeling the steel wall she walked until the chain clinked sending her flying back. Hopelessness came to her mind. Why would someone want to chain her like a wild animal?

She heard a loud noise and jumped. A door slowly opened at the top of a set of stairs. Blinded by the light she hovered back in the corner as a tall figure walked towards her carrying a tray. The door immediately closed and the vibrations had her covering her ears. It was dark again and seconds later a light poured into the room. Her head was hurting as her brain and her eyes tried to focus. Sasha looked around and noticed she was in a large cell. The wall that connected her chain was made of steel and so were the bars that encased her. Her mouth dropped trying to figure out how she had gotten in there.

"Awe your awake. I brought you something to eat." The tall man bent down and slid the tray inside the opening.

"Help me please," her voice came out scratchy.

"Help you, I am. I bring food, so eat up. You have to keep up your strength."

"Why am I here?"

"You will find out in a day or two, so get comfortable. Eat up and maybe later you can have a shower," he said winking and smiling. Sasha knew what that meant, trouble.

"Please I have some money. Just let me go," she said with tears running down her face. She looked down and noticed she was still wearing her clothes from her hotel. A white t-shirt that had my baby written in French that Chase bought her which now was brown with small holes and black booty shorts.

"You are still hot, Ms. Sasha, even with your wild hair. You looked like you have been fucked very well.

"Don't look at me like that! How do you know my name?"

"Oh I know a lot about you. But if you're good I'll tell you a secret."

Sasha looked at the man really good as her vision had finally adjusted to the light.

The man was tall with European features. His blonde hair was so blond that it looked white. His brown eyes were dull showing large red veins surrounding them. Either he was tired or drunk.

"So what is your name?"

"You can't trick me bitch," he said slurring. "I know you a lawyer and have ways of making people talk, but I'm not a fool."

Sasha looked down at the floor. The slop he gave her to eat wasn't even fit to give a dog.

"Let me out, I'm not an animal and I don't eat like one. She picked up the bowl and threw it. Some of the scraps managed to go through the bars and settled on his face.

He jumped up and rattled the bars. "You stupid bitch! Wait til' I get my hands around that pretty little neck. You are all animals and should be treated as such," he said spitting on her direction.

"If I had the key, I would punished that big black ass of yours. You are so lucky. It's been awhile since I've had some black pussy.That's okay, Emilio is going to take care of you really good before your new owner gets you, then we will see the true you. I bet you a freak huh, Sasha I bet that pussy is ripe and we all will hopefully get a taste."

He stood and walked back towards the stairs wiping his face. He opened the steel door and it vibrated as he closed it. He had forgotten to turn off the main light.

She sat there speechless trying to wrap her brain around what the man said. Reality sat in. She closed her eyes as the tears ran down her face. She knew she would never see home again. She was now part of the human trafficking ring. She had seen some papers in Zane'a desk, but figured it had something to do with a case. "Think Sasha," she said trying to visualize being in Zane's office.

She had seen what looked like a a ledger with names and amounts. They all look like European names with girls names on one side and men on the other. At the top of the page had Emilio V. in the left upper hand corner.

She became frustrated with herself. "Think, think think, damn it!"

Zane had walked back in the room and immediately closed the books and sat the items to the side. He said he had been working with a buddy of his on a case that's why he had a ledger. She didn't question him, but thinking about it now she wondered if Zane had something to do with someone taking her. She was there in Patagonia because he was on vacation and asked her to meet with Vega. If she ever got out of this, she would kill Zane with her bare hands.

The door opened wildly and she heard footsteps and two men yelling at each other. The tall man was back in a different shirt and he was followed by a short Mexican man. The Mexican was shouting to stop.

The tall man went to the corner and turned a pulley. A long hose was released. Sasha stood up not knowing what was happening.

"Ready for your shower?"

Sasha looked with pleading eyes. Before she could grip the bars a hard flow of water hit her right in the stomach sending her flying against the steel wall. Pain radiated throughout her body as the tiny stings of water bounced off her body. She tried to get up but kept slipping. She knew she had to get out of the corner to escape the constant flow of the water. The hose was built like a firemens.

She could see her skin turning almost purple and starting to bruise. Suddenly the water was turned off.

"If you damage her I will tell the boss. He has a lot of money riding on her. Stop it now and leave her alone you idiot!" The Mexican man said in spanish. He mumbled something under his breath.

Sasha hovered in the corner of the cell and began to shiver. The water had completed soaked her from head to toe. The water was freezing cold as he sprayed her. Her hair was now framing her head like icicles on a snowy day. Looking at her legs they were fire engine red almost raw from the force of the water. She had used her legs to protect herself and her hands were raw as the skin began to peel. She could only imagine what her stomach looked like as it took the brunt of the pain. Slowly raising her top she saw purple bruising beginning to form. Laying her head back she stared into the stranger eyes.

The tall man looked back at her with vengeful eyes. "Wasn't that fun? Do something else stupid and you will regret the day you were born." With that he turned off the main light. The darkness started to settle back in dominating the space. The door that was left open was slowing closing as the small ray of light shone through finally disappeared.

....hey, I got my mojo back. Tell me what you think. I will begin to update more. Thanks for reading. If you like it, let me know. If not let me know also....