Chapter-17

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Coldwater was splashed on my face and I was woken up from my deep slumber. As soon as I opened my eyes the man who poured the water on me gave me a disgusted look and left through the barred door.

I looked around to see that I was in an old and dirty cell. There was green mould in the corners of the stone walls.

I tried to get up but realised that my hands and legs were tied. I tried pulling the ropes hoping to get out but it was of no use. I felt my fingers that realised that my ring was gone. Everything I had was gone. That included my pendant and the ring.

There was no window or anything only a small gaslight that was outside my cell lighting up the surroundings.

I don't know how long I had been here but I was feeling thirsty. I lay on the ground with my back against the wall and my hands tied behind my back. The feeling of not being able to move or do anything was very suffocating.

Sometime later, the noise of shoes tapping on the ground could be heard indicating that someone is coming.

"Good thing he finally woke up. I will kill him with my own hands." My eyes widened. They are going to kill me. No....no again.

"I prefer feeding him to the wolves alive."  Do they have some kind of big grudge against the old Alex?

"Yeah, that is a good idea. Hahahahaha." The sounds of four different men laughing could be heard. They were all so sick, laughing about things like this.

Soon they came into view. One of them gave a low whistle.

"My! My! What a looker! I might not have the heart to kill him just like that." The one with a scar on his right eye and a creepy smile said.

The four of them entered the cell and stood in front of me. One of them bent to come eye-to-eye with me.

"It is because of you that my sons are now rotting away in the prison." Deep wrinkles were etched on his face showing his old age.

"But father! Toby was right. Isn't he good looking? He would grow into a fine young man." Another one with bleached hair said.

"We can get a huge price for him in the underground market. People pay a hefty sum to enjoy the taste of young flesh." He came down to my level and put his hands under my shirt. His hands started roaming all around on my upper body.

"Get your filthy hands off me." I yelled.

"Oh! The puppy speaks. I was starting to think that you were mute." The man who in the far back spoke this time. He had jet-black hair and his eyes held a creepy look. I could tell that he was the most dangerous of them all.

"Untie me right this second."

"It's bold of you to assume that we would just let you go." The black haired man spoke as he walked towards me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked as he gripped my chin and brought my face near his.

"My father just told you. Let me introduce you."

"This is my father." He pointed to the old man. "This is my brother." He pointed to the man with bleached hair "And he is my friend." Atlast he pointed to the man with the scar on his eye.

"And who are you?" I whipped my head away from his grip and he stood up dusting his pants.

"I am I am the brother of the two men that were captured because of you a few months ago." He said and it clicked me. He is related to the human traffickers who tried to kidnap Issac.

"You are with those bastards! Are you also a human trafficker?"

"That's a bad choice of words. I prefer dealers. We make deals with those who have slightly illegal tastes. In a way, I am helping people fulfil their desires." He said as if he was very hurt by my words.

"You kidnap people and sell them to others for your profit. No matter how you sugarcoat it, it's still atrocious." I spat in his face.

"You shouldn't be saying that when it's soon going to be your future. A toy to some rich man." He said clearly not happy with me.

"Stop chatting do what we are here to do." The old man said and left with a bored look on his face.

(Trigger warning ahead) You can skip this part. It's just for detailing the story. I will tell you when it's over.

The man with black hair stood back while the other came towards me.

"What are you trying to do?" I was panicking about what might happen.

"We need to make sure that the product is in pristine condition when we sell it." The scarred man said.

"S-stay away from me." I yelled but they just kept coming.

The man with the scar untied my ropes and pulled my shirt off. Before I could do anything with my weak body he captured me again making me sit in his lap with my back against his chest.

"No....no. Stop it." I was struggling with all my might and panicking. My tears started falling but their hands were not stopping.

"He has smooth skin. I am unwilling to sell him." The one with bleached hair said as his wet tongue was running across my stomach while he unbuttoned my pants. His dirty mouth bit various places leaving red marks, sometimes even drawing blood.

"We should keep him for ourselves." The one behind me said while his hands were touching and pinching my nipples.

"Let go of me! I said let go...." I didn't like the looks in their eyes. The one with back hair stood above smiling creepily and watching while his brother and friend had their way with me.

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The cell door opened with a bang. A man walks in holding a gun.

"This is not good. The boss was killed. The Rancours have killed the boss."

The bleached man stopped in his tracks. "Father is dead??!!" He sat dumbfounded.

"Shit. Currently, we are not in a situation to be able to fight them. Tell everyone to run away as soon as possible." The man with black hair pulled out a gun from his shirt.

"What about the people locked in cells?" Someone asked but the only thing I could think about was leaving.

"Let them be." He left while mumbling. "I will kill those Rancour bastards."

"Tch." The man with the scar also stood up and left along with the others.

I was left alone once again. I quickly wore my shirt and buttoned my pants. Red bruises from the rope could be seen on my hands and legs.

I tried my hardest not to think about the fact that I was almost raped so that I don't start having a mental breakdown.

Gunshots and screams could be heard from everywhere. Rancour was a famous mercenary group that was involved in the killing of many known personalities. Everyone knew that they were ruthless and would do anything for money.

If I am caught by these people then it would be even worse than being here. My best bet would be to leave this place as quietly as possible.

I stood up and opened the cell door slowly. Everyone came in through the right side so it was highly possible that the exit was also there.

I came across a flight of stairs and quickly climbed them. They opened into a big room with windows. The bright sun shone through them indicating that it was noon.

There was a small table in the far corner of the room. And on that table was my stuff. Mr ring and pendant was also there. I quickly headed towards it.

When I reached the middle of the room the door suddenly opened and a man walked in while carrying a gun.

"Stay where you are." He pointed the gun at me.

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This story will be going on a short hiatus until the first week of October. I have an important exam coming up and I have to prepare. It was because of the exam preparations that the updates were taking so long. So, I decided to officially announce a hiatus.

Thank you so for reading the story until now......

Until next time....Bye....

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