The armed men remained around the girls, acting as a human cage as they were forced into a large room.
The room was painfully plain with minimal decor and barred windows. It reminded her of a place you'd put a child in for misbehaving.
When they were instructed to sit down, she found the seats to be awful with how wooden they were. Everything was created to cause them discomfort.
She swallowed thickly as she tried to keep her breathing under control as they waited. Nobody would tell them anything as they gave the girls stern looks and showed off their guns.
From where the dark-skinned girl sat, she could hear the blonde from earlier mumbling to someone else. About how the weapons could be for show.
The girl she was talking to whispered back that there was no way of testing the blonde's theory out without risking their lives.
This made the blonde's tone become angrier as she bit back at this point; who cared? They had nothing to lose.
Sophie was grateful for the interruption of the room doors opening as she didn't want to hear anymore. She wasn't that hopeless that death was on the table.
The girl bit the inside of her lip as she told herself that everything would work out. This inner mantra was hard to maintain as she was faced with a group of women who sent a chill down her spine.
They were very pretty, and in another life, they could've been pornstars. In this nightmare, however, they had taken on another role.
The woman who looked to be in charge had a glassy look in her big, brown eyes. Her followers had more awareness, but the type that screamed they were in too deep.
The men looked at them without any care and ignored their presence. Sophie was sickened by this, and this feeling grew as the women came closer. Something had been done to them.
Not just the dissociation they were going through but a physical change. Slim waists, big to medium asses, and glossy lips.
Her heartbeat sped up, and she shuddered. Dear God, was she going to become like them?
Plastic Barbie dolls happily walking in to "teach" a group of kidnapped girls. Girls sold and betrayed by their guardians.
"My name is Nevaeh, and these are your sisters. We are honored to have you joining our ranks and our family."
Despite her dazed appearance, the woman spoke with confidence that would put any motivational speaker in their place.
Her delivery and clear confidence made it obvious why she was chosen as the leader and main manipulator.
The woman smirked as she came over to them. She sat down on a nearby table, allowing the teenagers to get a full view up her skirt.
Thankfully, she was wearing panties even if they were incredibly tiny and practically translucent.
"You are all new, so I won't be too hard on you. You'll get used to your new lives and realize that this is the reason you were born." Her words were smooth like butter, but the manic, almost delusional glimmer in her gaze gave her away.
Sophie peeked at her side and saw the blonde shaking. The pale girl was even paler than before, her hands clutching her pajama pants as she tried not to open her mouth. The talk of sisterhood was driving her insane. Sophie felt the same.
