Stolen

She held her purse close to her side and walked quickly down the street; she wasn’t scared, but knew she still had to be careful.  She was turning a corner when a car came up behind her, from the way of the bar, it slowed as it neared her and Amber quickened her steps a bit.  She turned around, but couldn’t really see because the headlights were on her and it was dark.  She moved closer to the wall and turned the corner realizing it was a pretty dark, lonely street.  She kept walking and the car turned as well.  Was it following her she thought?  The ground was rocky and uneven so she had to keep looking down to make sure she didn’t trip as she quickened her steps.  It happened when she glanced down as she almost tripped on a rock; the car pulled up right next to her and the door opened, she dropped her purse as she was pulled into the car.  She didn’t even have a chance to scream or run; it all happened so fast.  The car sped away with Amber in it.  She struggled in the car, but soon her capture hit her across the face so hard that she was knocked unconscious....

Amber slowly lowered herself down the wall.  She was in a dingy, dark room.  She glanced around again, there was probably ten girls sitting, waiting.  A few hours past when the door swung open and bread and water was brought in by a young Mexican girl.  She set the tray on the floor in the middle of the room and left for them to eat, some girls ate, and some didn’t.  The hours ticked away, she didn’t know if it was day or night and she soon slipped into a fitful sleep. 

Amber slowly opened her eyes as she heard voices near the door and it was swung open.  Two men walked in, one carrying a rifle and another was dressed in slacks, a nice silk polo shirt.  He was Mexican and walked with an air about him.  He wasn’t the scum that had been coming and going. 

“Sit up, wake up,” the one man yelled as he walked around the room poking girls with his gun.  “Are you buying today Senor?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” the man said slowly as he walked around looking at each girl carefully.  He pointed to one of the blonde American girls, “you, stand up,” and she slowly stood up.  “Turn around,” and she had tears rolling down her cheeks as she turned.  She was dirty from days of being in the basement of this old building and smudges of dirt lined her shorts.  “I’ll take her,” he said and he continued around the room.  He walked up to Amber and his eyes squinted and his face softened a bit.  “Stand up little one,” he said softly.  Amber slid up the wall, pulling her dress down over her thighs and stood with her back straight against the wall.  He ran his hand through her hair and looked into her eyes, “you are beautiful,” he whispered for her only.  “You should not be here,” and hope filled her heart.  He would save her she thought.  “Go, stand by the door,” and Amber quickly walked over to stand next to the other girl.  “That is it for today.”  He walked over and held Amber’s elbow as he guided her out the door.  The other girl followed.