"You may choose to look the other way but
you can never say again that you did not know."
~ William Wilberforce

~ Sunday Night [Two Weeks Later] ~

Chantal sneaked into Mishti's room since she somehow had more 'privileges' than the other girls in the house. Though with the privileges she still had to be careful because Sam could flip his behaviour without a moment's notice.

"He did what!" Mishti whisper shouted so as not to be heard.

Chantal sighed before she repeated again, "He branded me."

Mishti gasped in shock as the thought of the overall physical and emotional pain she must gave went through, consumed her.

They both sat in silence as their thoughts clouded their minds.

As the thoughts of what she went through Saturday morning into the afternoon clouded her mind, tears rolled down her face without her knowledge.

A.

Rusted rod.

S.

Dashes.

Fire.

Blurs.

Orange.

Red.

M.

"I can't take it anymore," Chantal whispered.

SCREAMS…

BLOOD…

"I want to die Mishti. What did I do? I just wanted a better life. I didn't ask for this."

BANG!

Chantal and Mishti's heads both flew up as they heard the door hit the wall.

"Two of you in the living area now!" the man with the British accent from Friday night shouted at them. He then slammed the door shut behind him as he left.

They both stared at each other and saw the worry screaming in each other's  eyes. They slowly left and went where they were told. They soon realized that they weren't the only girls heading to the living area.

They slowly huddled into the room and when they were all gathered, Sam cleared his throat.

"Today we have another trafficker joining our circle," Sam then paused.

"Though our circle of traffickers may appear small it is not and as leader of this… unstoppable ring," his smile looked conniving as he said unstoppable, "I am pleased to inform you girls we have links in every major society, organisation and group in almost every country. Therefore if any of you girls decide to run away we'll definitely catch you," he smiled cruelly.

"I am pleased to announce Bob Smith as our newest trafficker." At that Bob stepped out from Sam's 'office'.

When Chantal saw Bob she gasped softly.

"That guy, he took my picture," Chantal whispered through her teeth to Mishti.

Mishti looked at her startled but said nothing.

As Chantal moved her head to get a better look to see if it was truly the photographer, both their eyes connected and Bob held her gaze giving her a hard stare.

His stare made her feel less than she was. It made her feel like a mere object. His eyes didn't show any recognition that he remembered her.

"As customary, you will have any of these girls for yourself," Sam addressed Bob.

Immediately, Chantal's heart began beating faster as Bob's stare hadn't left her eyes.

'Please don't choose me. Don't choose me. Don't choose me. Please, please, pleeeeease,' Chantal chanted repeatedly in her head.

As if everything happened in slow motion, Bob's finger slowly moved upwards and pointed directly at her.

"I choose her," he said clearly above the low mutterings.

All eyes then turned to Chantal.

"No," she whispered quietly.

"But he branded you," Mishti said.

"She's a special one Bob. You can have her but take good care of her."

Bob walked over to Chantal, "You're coming with me."

Then they left.

What do you all think! And what in the world is our friend Bob doing with the traffickers?

I must say though that the branding of females or even any victim of human trafficking is a real thing and is done to show ownership.

Who would have thought though that Sam was the leader?

While you try to sink in the reality of what just happened please don't forget to…

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