I couldn't feel anything.
The drugs were coursing through my veins as I stared up at the ceiling.
I still haven't had to sleep with anyone but Adam made it very clear that tonight would be the night.
Today was the day I was going to be meeting Joey. He put prices on the girls and was the puppet master to this whole thing. I wasn't allowed to be touched until I was given my rate.
The whole situation made me feel sick to my stomach.
I wanted to find a gun or weapon, because if I could do that I would have no problem getting out.
I didn't care that I would have to kill these people, I just couldn't find the means of getting said weapon.
Most of the time I was completely alone. When someone would come get me, they would have their weapons stowed away.
Only Oliver was allowed to use his. The girls were treated like precious cargo most of the time since our faces and bodies were product and the only means of money.
Sure, Adam beat the shit out of me from time to time but it was because I didn't have a rate yet. Even if I had bruises all over my body it didn't matter.
That was until tonight.
I was glad I was high right now. I wouldn't have to feel the impending doom of the situation looming behind me. There was no saving me unless I could get my hands on a gun.
It seemed impossible.
I was able to get my hands on a gun when I was with Colby and his gang.
They were much more open to pulling them out, and in some of their cases they were just simply bad at hiding them.
Colby was soft for me from the beginning. One bat of an eyelash and he was mostly distracted, but these guys were hard and held themselves differently.
It was like I was finally on the other side of the violence.
This is how Colby came off to everyone else in the crime world. He was strong and determined and always had things planned out. At least that was before I came into the picture.
I was nothing but a distraction for him and for that reason I was happy to be away from him. He wouldn't be killed because of me and the love he had for me.
He wouldn't know that my life was essentially over, and that I would never feel even a second of real love again.
As long as he was safe, I was okay with it.
"Julia." Will said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Is it time?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"For what?" He asked as I sat up, giggling at the swimminess in my mind.
"For me to meet the king of sex traffickers and get my rate?" I asked as he shook his head.
"You're not getting a rate today." He said as I scrunched my brow. "Why?" I asked as he sat down.
"He's busy today." He said with a shrug. "I thought I was meant to make a lot of money for you guys." I mumbled, my head aching.
"He needs to meet you to give you a rate. So until he can meet you, you won't have one." He said as I nodded.
"So..until then you'll need to do some chores around here." He said as I narrowed my eyes. "Freedom around the house?" I asked as he shook his head.
"Don't try anything, Julia. Please." He said as I clenched my jaw. "What are they gonna do? Kill me?" I asked as he nodded.
"Or worse." He said as I nodded. This was possibly a way to get my hands on a weapon. Snoop until I find one, or wait until they pull one out to attack me.
Both were horrible ideas but what did it matter anymore. I didn't have much to live for anyways.
"Get up, I have to show you what to do." He said then stood up. I sighed then stood up, turning to go towards the door.
"Uh...you need to change." He said and gestured to the clothes I was wearing.
While I was in my room, I wore the clothes I was taken in since they covered me up the most.
"What do you want me to wear?" I mumbled uncomfortably. "Just something else." He said then shifted slightly, turning around so I could change.
It was disgusting how much this place objectified women.
Like I thought it was bad enough that they were selling them for sex, but the fact I had to dress in lingerie to literally clean was too much.
Once I was dressed I sighed and went to tap Will on the shoulder. "Don't look at me, but I'm ready." I grumbled.
Will has known me since I was young so it was awkward as fuck for him to see me like this.
"Alright. Let's go." He said then opened the door and led the way out of the room.
We made our way down the long corridor before we reached what looked like a recreational room of some sort.
You could tell a lot of smoking had gone on in here because there was the smell of stale cigarettes and a tinge of yellow on the walls.
"You'll start in here. Scrub the walls first then do the floors. The cleaning closet is directly across the hall. You'll constantly be watched so don't try anything." Will explained, his voice much more demanding than it usually was.
"Any questions?" He asked and raised his brows. "No." I said as he nodded. "Get to work then." He said then left the room.
I sighed then went to go to the closet he was talking about so I could grab the cleaning supplies.
I honestly was looking forward to cleaning the room up because I have been so fucking bored.
Sure, I was wearing almost nothing and my high was quickly fading away but at least I had something to do.
"Well look who got out." A man growled as I started scrubbing the walls with the soapy water I had just made.
"You're a sexy little thing. I can't wait until I'm on your list." The guy said then took my hands and pressed them to the wall.
"Joey better hurry up with you, a lot of people are waiting." He said then pressed his body against mine.
I could feel his hard dick pressing against me, sending a shiver down my spine.
Every part of me was wanting to hit him in the balls and defend myself but I knew it would only get me into trouble.
The man kissed my neck, pressing me into the wall more as a small whimper left my lips.
"James." Adam snapped, causing the guy to flinch. "Off." He said as the guy stepped away. I trembled and turned to face Adam, keeping my eyes down.
"Go back to work. You know you're not allowed to do that." Adam said as James scurried off.
"Sorry about him. Doesn't have the best manners." Adam hummed as I nodded. "Get back to work." He said then nudged his head so I would turn around and continue scrubbing.
I was feeling paranoid that another guy would come and try the same thing.
I thought cleaning would be a good alternative to having to sleep with men but I was quickly learning that wasn't the case.
Of course I didn't want to be sold like that, but it felt pointless to be here if I was going to be objectified but told to just clean.
There was literally nothing else in the world I wanted to do more than to go home.
I wanted to apologize to Colby and tell him I didn't write that note. I wanted him to hold me in his arms and promise that nothing like this would ever happen again.
I wanted him to run away with me, escaping all the dangerous stuff.
He hated me now though.
I regretted not writing in the note something that would tip him off that it wasn't my idea. I couldn't think fast enough and there was a literal gun up to my head.
Death didn't seem so bad though.
Maybe I could convince them to kill me if they would just leave Colby alone. Sure, that was a stupid ass idea since the whole reason they took me to begin with was to get to Colby.
It could work though.
What would kill him more than the death of the one girl he loved? It would maybe be enough for him to give all of this up.
It would maybe be an opening for him to get out of the crime world once and for all.