You Know What They Do To Girls Like Us
Choosing
"Move," an armed guard pushes me forward in the line.
"Careful with the girls!" a woman sharply dressed hits the man on the back of the head. "These are delicate subjects."
She smiles at me, but I only see a crimson line dragged across her face.
"You're next darling," she narrows her eyes. "Remember: keep your back straight and your chin up. And stare straight ahead."
I nod.
Entering a stark white room, I slip past a girl with tears in her eyes and a red mark across her face.
"Subject #23."
I step forward in front of a panel of 6 people. There are 5 young men and one older man. The older man is clearly in charge.
"Before we begin examination, you must agree to and understand these terms," he says in a firm voice. "You, Robin Emery, will either willingly or unwillingly subject to the following men no matter what circumstance. You accept that you are their legal property and must follow their instructions. Do you accept?"
He makes it look like I have a choice. I almost start laughing.
"Yes."
"Let us begin the examination."
I tense as they all stand up and the first guy comes to circle and rates me. He has a mess of curls that he keeps running his hand through. My body feels vulnerable underneath the sheer white fabric of the slip they made me wear.
He slaps my face. I grit my teeth at the sting, but I keep staring straight ahead, following the advice of the woman. He snorts in disapproval. It’s working. I silently thank the woman.
Another one with bright blonde hair comes forward. He runs his hand through my hair to yank it at the end. I breathe in sharply at the sudden pull and he leaves with a smirk.
The following one has weary eyes and seems bored. He only circles me once.
The next one has a slightly small frame but is somehow taller than I am.
He strokes my cheek once and studies my face. I hold my breath. He abruptly turns away and the last guy comes up.
He circles me and slaps the other side of my face. I cringe, but keep the straight face. He slaps me again. And again. The fourth time I can't take it and I move to grab his hand which he quickly catches and grips tight. I grit my teeth glaring at him. He grins.
"Yes, we'll take her."
And I want to cry because I know I will never see my mother or brother again.
The older man takes me into another small white room where I see 4 other girls sitting in stiff chairs.
"Well looks like we're finished," he says while touching his earpiece. "You can send back all the other girls."
He leaves and I stand facing the girls.
“Sit down,” one with mocha skin and delicate caramel curls motions next to her. So I sit. I try to hold my breath while she smokes her cigarette.
Everyone is silent.
“Well we’re going to be living with each other for like forever, so we might as well know each other’s names,” a petite Oriental girl says. “I’m April.”
“I’m Eliza,” the one with dreadlocks says.
“Amelia,” a red-head speaks up.
“Sara,” a girl with caramel colored hair says with a slight French accent.
“Robin,” I say, taking my queue.
“Well that’s settled,” April smiles and flips her hair.
I notice I am the only blonde. I also notice we are all extremely different from each other. Ethnically, personality wise, and physically.
“It’s like they picked each one of us from a spice rack or something,” Sara says, noticing my looking around.
“The bastards,” Eliza rolls her eyes.
I notice Amelia shaking.
“It’s cold in here,” I nod at her, to try to hide her fear.
“Yeah,” her voice cracks.
“No, you’re not,” April asks. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Amelia half laughs. “We’re practically being sold into their hands for their pleasure.”
“I know, honey,” Sara pats her arm gently. “But it’s not like we have a choice. We have to be strong.”
“But I’m a virgin,” Amelia blurts out.
Everyone stays silent.
“It’s going to be harder for you to adjust,” I try to reassure her. “But gradually you will become stronger.”
She nods sadly.
“We’re like their slaves now,” April wrinkles her nose. “Modern concubines.”
“Are they really that harsh?” I ask, pulling down on my dress in an attempt to make it longer.
“You don’t know half the story, do you?” Sara leans in towards me and whispers. “You know what they do to girls like us? They use you, for whatever they want. And then if you don’t please them they throw you away. Just like trash.”
“Throw you away?” my fingers fumble with the hem of my slip.
“Mhm,” she leans back and sighs. “Throw you into a pool. With chains for bracelets and weights for shoes.”
“Because how dare anyone tarnish the squeaky clean celebrities,” Eliza smashes her cigarette in the crystal ashtray.
"Careful with the girls!" a woman sharply dressed hits the man on the back of the head. "These are delicate subjects."
She smiles at me, but I only see a crimson line dragged across her face.
"You're next darling," she narrows her eyes. "Remember: keep your back straight and your chin up. And stare straight ahead."
I nod.
Entering a stark white room, I slip past a girl with tears in her eyes and a red mark across her face.
"Subject #23."
I step forward in front of a panel of 6 people. There are 5 young men and one older man. The older man is clearly in charge.
"Before we begin examination, you must agree to and understand these terms," he says in a firm voice. "You, Robin Emery, will either willingly or unwillingly subject to the following men no matter what circumstance. You accept that you are their legal property and must follow their instructions. Do you accept?"
He makes it look like I have a choice. I almost start laughing.
"Yes."
"Let us begin the examination."
I tense as they all stand up and the first guy comes to circle and rates me. He has a mess of curls that he keeps running his hand through. My body feels vulnerable underneath the sheer white fabric of the slip they made me wear.
He slaps my face. I grit my teeth at the sting, but I keep staring straight ahead, following the advice of the woman. He snorts in disapproval. It’s working. I silently thank the woman.
Another one with bright blonde hair comes forward. He runs his hand through my hair to yank it at the end. I breathe in sharply at the sudden pull and he leaves with a smirk.
The following one has weary eyes and seems bored. He only circles me once.
The next one has a slightly small frame but is somehow taller than I am.
He strokes my cheek once and studies my face. I hold my breath. He abruptly turns away and the last guy comes up.
He circles me and slaps the other side of my face. I cringe, but keep the straight face. He slaps me again. And again. The fourth time I can't take it and I move to grab his hand which he quickly catches and grips tight. I grit my teeth glaring at him. He grins.
"Yes, we'll take her."
And I want to cry because I know I will never see my mother or brother again.
The older man takes me into another small white room where I see 4 other girls sitting in stiff chairs.
"Well looks like we're finished," he says while touching his earpiece. "You can send back all the other girls."
He leaves and I stand facing the girls.
“Sit down,” one with mocha skin and delicate caramel curls motions next to her. So I sit. I try to hold my breath while she smokes her cigarette.
Everyone is silent.
“Well we’re going to be living with each other for like forever, so we might as well know each other’s names,” a petite Oriental girl says. “I’m April.”
“I’m Eliza,” the one with dreadlocks says.
“Amelia,” a red-head speaks up.
“Sara,” a girl with caramel colored hair says with a slight French accent.
“Robin,” I say, taking my queue.
“Well that’s settled,” April smiles and flips her hair.
I notice I am the only blonde. I also notice we are all extremely different from each other. Ethnically, personality wise, and physically.
“It’s like they picked each one of us from a spice rack or something,” Sara says, noticing my looking around.
“The bastards,” Eliza rolls her eyes.
I notice Amelia shaking.
“It’s cold in here,” I nod at her, to try to hide her fear.
“Yeah,” her voice cracks.
“No, you’re not,” April asks. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Amelia half laughs. “We’re practically being sold into their hands for their pleasure.”
“I know, honey,” Sara pats her arm gently. “But it’s not like we have a choice. We have to be strong.”
“But I’m a virgin,” Amelia blurts out.
Everyone stays silent.
“It’s going to be harder for you to adjust,” I try to reassure her. “But gradually you will become stronger.”
She nods sadly.
“We’re like their slaves now,” April wrinkles her nose. “Modern concubines.”
“Are they really that harsh?” I ask, pulling down on my dress in an attempt to make it longer.
“You don’t know half the story, do you?” Sara leans in towards me and whispers. “You know what they do to girls like us? They use you, for whatever they want. And then if you don’t please them they throw you away. Just like trash.”
“Throw you away?” my fingers fumble with the hem of my slip.
“Mhm,” she leans back and sighs. “Throw you into a pool. With chains for bracelets and weights for shoes.”
“Because how dare anyone tarnish the squeaky clean celebrities,” Eliza smashes her cigarette in the crystal ashtray.
Notes
Hope you gems liked it! Feel free to leave a comment on what you think. I'll try to update every 3 days. Thanks for reading. :3~christi ellie
You should totally make a sequal to this story its amazing
5/16/15