“You want what?”
He sighed. It had been hard for him to see the girl come in. It was better now that it was dark, because he didn't have to see the hopefulness in her eyes. They were like that at first, but after a while they all became sobbing things.
She would too. He'd seen them come and go for a long time.
“I want to die. I want to leave this place, but you can't escape. So I want to die.”
She was shocked, obviously.
“I'm sorry”, he said again.
She stayed silent.
He knew what she was thinking, had he too thought the same thoughts.
“If you survive the first week, they'll keep you. Keep you alive, that is.”
“You know, you're the first from elsewhere.”
“Really?” Her voice was interested, distracted from her misery.
“The others were all from here.”
“Wait... if we're in Korea, you speak korean?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“So, how come you speak English?”
He had, against all odds, to smile.
“There was this one girl, Yunhye, that stayed, at first. She was stronger than the others. When we were alone, she'd teach me English to pass the time.”
“But other than that, I did have English in school.”
They laughed together, it felt good. And it felt alien in this dark place.
“Please”, he said, “try to stay, okay? You seem too nice to go.”
Before she could answer, the door opened with a creak.
The two men had led her through a lot of hallways. They were blank at first, but after they'd climbed some stairs, they'd become luxurious, hung with paintings and photos and decorated with tapestries.
They hadn't bothered putting on another mask or binding her. It would have been ridiculous. They were two big muscled men, both with shaved heads and dressed in black. Vicky walked in the middle. Somehow she felt out of place with her purple shirt and white skirt. Her sandals seemed too small next to the big, black boots.
Although her heart was hammering, she tried not to show it. Whatever was coming, she wouldn't show what she was feeling.
Then there was a big door. It was golden and had white ornaments that formed some kind of shape.
But before she could see what it was, the men opened the door.
The room was big and golden. Gold seemed to be important. There were tables, dark brown ones with gold and chairs in the same color. Armchairs, sofas, coffee tables, carpets, paintings. All in some kind of gold. The place reeked gold. There were also people.
All black haired, they wore almost all black. They sat on chairs or sofas or stood in pairs, some with drinks. There were two, though that stood out. Her two guards pushed her in their direction.
It was a man, also black haired, but wearing a neat white suit, almost as if he was trying to stand out. Next to him stood another man, clothed in shirt and jeans. That man, clearly korean, stood out the most.
Though, as she came closer she could see that the shirt was new and the jeans seemed to be worn for the first time. The second man was also a lot younger than the first, not much older than twenty while the first, in white, seemed to Vicky at least 40, if not older.
Both looked up as they approached.
The first man, Mr White as she dubbed him then, looked satisfied and scrutinized her from head to toe.
The second, Mr Young, Vicky thought was fitting, seemed even more scared than she was and only looked her in the eyes. His look seemed to tell her “Go away from here!” But she couldn't.
As they'd reach the pair, she could see Mr White retreat his hand from Young's behind. Vicky's eyes widened in horror. She looked up to Mr Young, who returned her glare for a short moment, the looked down.
“Ah, my new little toy arrived. I've been looking forward to this one, they said she didn't even give up a real fight.”
He laughed. Then the rest of the hall joined in. Except for the Mr Young, who was staring down on the floor.
She felt her head go red. This was the first time someone laughed openly about her. She could handle if they laughed behind her back, but in her face?
“Oh, well. We'll see, after all, it's like an import. And you never know what they do in America, right?”
Import? She wanted to tell this man that she was a human, but she didn't dare. She wouldn't be able to take it of they laughed at her again.
“Well, she seems well build. Hm... Okay, Mr Kim here will show you your quarters.
Mr Young, who's name seemed to be Mr Kim, took her hand hand pulled her through the crowd of men. It was in that moment that she realized that there were only men, except for her.
They left the hall through another door. The hallways looked the same as before.
“Wait”, Vicky panted, “please, slow down, I can't anymore, my knees still hurt.”
The pull of his hand on her arm stopped abruptly and Mr Kim turned around.
His eyes pierced through hers with a coldness she didn't expect.
“Please, Miss Piggy, should I carry you on my arms? So maybe, one day, we'll arrive at our destination?” His sarcastic tone cut through the air like a knife through butter.
She looked back, stunned, too surprised by the verbal attack as to react. Mr Kim turned around and continued pulling her. After a minute of pulling, taking corners and the continued pressure on her joint, they stopped in front of a door.
Without waiting he opened it. Behind lay a large bedroom. A big bed occupied the center. It was all white, even the sheets. The rest of the room was furnished with mostly white chairs, dresser, sofas and there was a wardrobe door in the wall.
Mr Kim stopped pulling her. He closed the door while she inspected the room.
“Okay, we're alone for some moments”, he said softly.
“Wait, what? But we were alone...”
“Cameras” he said.
“But there aren't any here. Well, in the room, yes, but not here. At this spot.”
Vicky couldn't say a word. But in her surprise she noticed how close she was suddenly to him. She could make out every feature of his face. His big eyes were dark, his nose slightly too big and a bit flat, his lips seemed perfect. In synch with his hair, dark brown, covering his forehead, he was pretty attractive.
“Are you alright? Do your knees hurt?” He looked worried and Vicky noticed that she had been staring at him all along.
“Ehm, no, I mean yes. Well, they do hurt, a bit but it's nothing. But... why are we here? He said “my quarters.”
The gentleness that had graced his features until then disappeared.
“I'm sorry”, he said.
“Why do you say that? Why does everyone say “I'm sorry”? What is going on?”
A loud beep came from the ceiling.
“I'm sorry, but they are waiting now. Come.” He pulled her again, but gently this time.
He sat down on the bed and pulled her next to him. She stared, confused.
Until it came to her. Then, panic. This isn't real, she thought.
Then he kissed her. She fought, wanted to get away from him, but the grip of his hand around her neck was like steal.
The kiss was long. And it was her first, too.
When he stopped, she'd given up fighting. She was too smart, now that she knew, as to fight it any longer. She knew that it would happen. She would never escape, there was only hallway after hallway. So many men.
And this one at least looked good.
“I'm sorry”, he whispered again.
The he pushed her down on the mattress, kissing her neck, throat slowly. But not softly.
She shut her eyes. The white hurt them. White, that is supposed to be good. She trembled, but he continued.
His hands felt her waist, her ass, her legs and climbed again, this time to her chest. Tears formed in he eyes as he pinched her nipples. In a short motion, he ripped her shirt in two.
She opened her eyes again.
“Please”, she begged, still hoping.
His face was blank as he continued undressing her. She closed her eyes again.
The rest she only remembered as a rush of hands on her, lips biting and clothes being ripped of.
Then she was lying naked on the white bed.
When he entered her, she wasn't prepared. She had tried to prepare herself for it, but it hadn't work.
But she kept still and cried silent tears as he took her virginity.