After the white room some guards ushered us into a black limo and told us we would be going to the mansion of One Direction, which is who all those guys where. I remember briefly seeing them on TV. Some squeaky clean boy band like Eliza said.

I notice you can’t see in the limousine windows and you can’t see out either. Talk about hiding in plain sight. These days only the rich and famous can afford to have luxuries while the rest of the nation suffers in poverty. Luxuries is an understatement. More like getting whatever they want when they want. Such as getting the “pretty” girls for their sexual satisfaction. It makes me sick to think of how people can actually follow through with that, and even sicker that I’m one of those girls.

After about an hour the doors of the limousine unlock. We all look at each other and take a breath.

I nearly lose my breath as I step out to see an enormous mansion. It actually looks like a stone castle. A really really big and luxurious stone castle.

“This way, ladies,” a doorman opens a pair of giant wooden doors for us as we walk through in single file line.

We enter a giant entrance room and I quickly realize that this probably used to be a castle. It’s almost like walking into the medieval time period with the red banners leading up to an engraved golden ceiling. The ceiling bejeweled with crystal chandeliers, floors of white marble, and various mirrors and paintings adorning the walls. I’d heard rumors that they kept their girls in those big padded rooms that prisons use for insane people. Clearly this is false.

“Merde,” Sara whispers as she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Please follow me this way, ladies,” a butler commands more than asks. He leads us up a huge marble staircase to the third floor.

“Robin, Sara, and April take the west suite and Amelia and Eliza will take the east suite,” he reads off of a clipboard. “You are all free to do whatever you please unless your masters say otherwise, so I suggest you glance at the schedule sheet in each of your suites.” And he leaves without another word.

We sadly go our separate ways to our suites. Eliza opens the door to reveal a large, ornate living room area with a door on each side and a balcony at the back. The door on the left is open to show three beds.

“Oh my God, you will not believe this,” April has already made her way across the room to the door on the right.

Sara and I make our way to her and peak over her shoulders.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad,” I say as I take in the enormous closet full of various items of clothing.

“Damn right,” Sara laughs.

“True, true,” April turns back and plops onto a plush sofa. “Not that we could do anything, but I think this is the management’s way of helping us keep our mouths shut. Subliminal bribery.”

“Yeah, we were kind of brought here against our wills,” I roll my eyes and snuggle into an armchair next to her. Sara takes the other sofa across April.

The air is still as we take in the luxury of our suite.

“How do you think the whole situation works?” Sara softly permeates the silence.

“I’m guessing that the guys don’t need satisfaction every night,” April adjusts herself so she is sitting cross-legged. She clasps her hands together. “They’ll probably choose one or maybe two of us each night. But tonight is our first night, so most likely more than that.”

“I’m scared,” I look down at my hands.

“Me too,” Sara smiles sadly.

“The only thing we can do is obey them,” April sighs. “We don’t have much choice. This is going to be rough, and honestly, I already feel sick from all of this expensive shit getting all up in my face.”

My eye catches a small packet of papers pinned to a wall. I walk over to it and bring it back to the coffee table so we can all see it.

“Well I guess the boys do need all of us,” Sara says with a disgusted look. “It’s repulsive really.”

“So Robin has Harry, Sara has Niall, and I have Liam,” April declares. She looks at us. “I actually don’t remember their faces, do you guys?”

“I think Harry is the one with the curly hair,” Sara says looking at me.

“Oh God,” I rub my face. The one who slapped me.

“Be careful with that one,” April frowns. “Apparently he’s rough, though not as rough as Zayn.” Yes, I gathered that from the multiple slaps.

“I hope Amelia doesn’t get Zayn,” Sara frowns.

“How do you seem to know everything about this place?” I look up at her. She sighs and sits down.

“They took my older sister last year,” she stares at the ground. “She knew someday I could be in the same position or know someone who could, so she told me everything in her phone calls. Management found out though. There wasn’t anything they could do about it, but they killed her. Just like that. And now here I am, just like she knew it would happen. I thank her for it everyday now, that I at least have a guide.”

There is a knock at our door. A muffled voice pushes through.

“Ladies, the time is 10pm and your masters have called you. The papers will show you where their rooms are.”

My stomach drops. The air is stuffed full with silence. We can barely push our way through it as we make our way to the door. We hug each other tightly and go different directions. My heart beats so hard that I feel it pounding in my ears, blocking out any other thought, noise, or feeling.

Notes

Hello, gems! I hope you liked this chapter, I tried to make it interesting, but I just really wanted to establish the setting. Comment your thoughts! Thank you for reading. :3
~christi ellie