CHAPTER 6 - WHITE MASKED WOMEN

Row after row, all the girls were disappearing from the room only to get auctioned on the stage, each of their master's pulling them along like a dog. It was a shameful act to view. I bent over to my knees, burying myself in thoughts that would make me calm, but every second, the sounds, their moans, kept vibrating through my skin, like a constant reminder of the situation I was in.

It was taking hours; the sweat crawling between my ears, making it down to my powdered cheek and down my jawline, finally finding its way to my chin. I was thankful that I tied my hair up, or I would have been a mess by now. Those slow-running fans above me never helped in the air distribution.

My eyes were shut trying to conquer the ideals of Buddhism, to find peace even amongst a calamity, or the power of a witch who is gifted in black magic, separating my soul and body or to vanish between time and space, like the legends speak in quantum theory.

I wasn't dumb, like the girls who would cry and wail for attention. I was a headstrong person, finding my way out even in the hardest situations, like the one I have encountered.

I raise my head, avoiding the screen which showed the moaning of subdued women. I turn my head right. She was up next. I saw the syringe move through her skin so smooth, the helper's finger pressed down the liquid into her bloodstream. I wondered if this woman felt no pain, as her face was devoid of any emotions. Her eyes caught me staring at the injection.

'It doesn't hurt,' she said, 'easy for you, it's my first time,' I retorted folding my hands.

'What's your name' she asked, whipping the sweat off her neck.

'Mia' I said with uncertainty.

'Well Mia, I have come to like you' she said, and it petrified me. ' not in the way you are thinking' she said. I guess my facial expressions gave away.

' My name's Varena, if you need any help in the future, go to the Ula neighborhood, you will find a shop which has a flag, not sure if they have one now, its symbol is a red rose with a black background' she scratched her nose.

Ula neighborhood is a restricted region, it's mostly in the suburbs, known for prostitution. It's 20kms away from where I stay, but why there? Was she asking me to sell myself to pigs if I get thrown out, or get abandoned by my Master?

'How will it help me?' I asked.

'Men, guns, money, you name it, we deal with everything there' she said. If she had told me the same thing 12 hours ago, I would have shrugged it off, but now, I would trust her, even if they were lies.

'why?' I asked, my lips never wanting to end the conversation. She raised her eyebrows and stared at me with a questioning look.

'why? are you helping me?' I asked 'there's nothing I have, nothing I can offer' my eyes almost started swelling up with tears as I imagined my life back home.

'you should always make friends; you never know when they come in handy. You will understand when the time comes', she said like an old woman who has lived and survived through the great wars.

'I guess it's my turn now' she says getting up and moving with the girls in a queue. She was a confident woman and would make an excellent attorney in today's world if she wished to wield the right path. But I guess not all can live on the brighter side. I watched the screen which showed a man kissing the black-masked women's neck claiming her, has his slave.

This world is too cruel and turning blind eyes was to deny the truth. Unlike many, I too wished I never crossed paths with the darkness......I laughed at the state I was in, no god, no light, no hero would help out of this situation other than myself.

'5th row, it's your turn now' the old lady sitting on a chair said, as the boys came up to us, holding syringes in their hand.

My mind was prepared, strengthened like a rock to not give in to pleasure, but to overcome it. As the fluids in my body mixed, my head started feeling light. I followed the girl out of the hot room, standing in a queue a few feet away from the stage where I would be sold.

My body started feeling hot, a new unknown sensation enveloped my waist wanting to be freed, wanting to be taken, only two girls standing between me and the stage. I had to resist this feeling, the way my heart would beat loud and clear asking for another human heat, was irresistible.

I was controlling myself from swaying like the girl before me; her legs weak from touching her pussy. The drug was powerful, and it started acting within minutes. I tried thinking about the happy moments when I celebrated my birthday or the sad moments when I stayed secluded in my room, but the drug clouded these memories.

I started pinching my inner thighs, only the pain could make me stable. I was already the next in line. My fingers dug so deep; I could smell the taste of blood in the air. I was still fighting a losing battle, but I could at least stop myself from moaning to their touch or move my hips seductively.

The curtains closed once again as I saw the man drag the white-masked women down from the stage, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her like a dog. I stood between the poles which would decide my master. A girl came along, chaining me to the poles and as I shook my hands trying to break free, it was no use. I was a captured animal being presented to beasts.

The host started describing me as a virgin with b cup and a slender waist.........and it went on. As the curtains opened, revealing a dark audience before me, I was scared and anxious about the outcome.