Chapter 63 The Escape
Elsie
I didn’t sleep a single second.
My body hurt everywhere, my wrists were raw, my shoulders stiff, my mouth dry, my stomach empty and aching, but hunger wasn’t even the problem anymore. Fear kept my eyes wide open in the darkness. The ropes around my wrists were tight, cutting into my skin, but every breath I took only fueled one thought:
I have to get out.
Not just for me… but for every girl in this room.
I could hear soft muffled sobbing coming from the corners of the room, the kind that told me they’d been crying for days. Some of them were too tired to even struggle anymore. It broke something inside me.
And the worst part was knowing we were running out of time.
They said tomorrow night.
Across the border.
After that… we were gone.
I forced myself to breathe slowly. Panic wouldn’t help me. Crying wouldn’t help me. Nobody was coming. I couldn’t count on hope. Hope was what had gotten me into all this in the first place.
My hands were tied behind me, so I twisted my body until I found the wall. The concrete was rough—painfully rough. Good.
I pushed the rope against it.
The first scrape burned like fire.
I bit down on the gag, fighting the urge to scream.
It felt like the rope was cutting deeper into me, not the other way around.
But I kept going.
Each movement sent needles of pain shooting up my arms, but I didn’t stop. I dragged the rope over the wall again and again, until my muscles trembled and sweat trickled down my back. Hours passed. Maybe more. Time didn’t exist in that room.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, something shifted.
The rope loosened.
My heart jumped.
One more pull.
Then another.
And suddenly— my hands were free.
I almost fell forward from relief.
I dragged the gag off my mouth and sucked in a shaky breath. My voice was barely there, but I whispered to the nearest girl, “It’s okay… I’m going to get everyone out. Just stay quiet.”
She nodded fast, tears spilling down her cheeks.
I moved to reach her ropes, and that’s when I heard heavy Footsteps Coming closer and faster
My blood ran cold.
I shoved the gag back into my mouth and pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. Then I twisted my arms behind me and crossed my wrists to make them look tied. My heart hammered so loudly I thought it would echo.
The door creaked open.
Boots stepped inside.
I felt the man’s presence before he even spoke—thick, cold, and dangerous. His voice was low, irritated, like he hated being here.
“Checking on the merchandise,” he muttered.
Merchandise.
That word made me want to choke him.
He took a few steps into the room, and I heard him dialing a number.
“Yeah,” he said into the phone. “Everything’s ready. They’ll be moved tomorrow night… Yes, the trucks are prepared… Yes, they’re all tied and secured. No issues.”
I kept my breathing slow. My whole body shook from the effort.
He ended the call with a grunt.
Then he walked, slowly, around the room. I felt him stop in front of me first. His shadow covered my body. He tugged on my ropes.
My wrists nearly slipped, but I held them rigid.
Don’t move.
Don’t breathe too loud.
Don’t get caught.
He made a satisfied grunt and moved on.
I opened my hidden sight just a sliver under the blindfold. Enough to see shapes. Enough to see him walk toward a girl in the far corner. She was young, maybe sixteen. Her shoulders shook violently under her ropes.
He crouched in front of her.
A low chuckle rumbled from the man, deep and predatory. “Well, well, look at you lot. Fresh meat.” His voice scraped like gravel, sending ice down my spine. He moved closer, the scent of stale smoke invading the air. I heard fabric rustle, then a sharp yank, her blindfold came off.
“You” he growled, his tone shifting to something hungry. “You’re young and fresh, just how I like my women. Bet you've never had a real man inside you.” The girl he picked let out a muffled cry through her tape, her body shifting against the floor. Panic clawed at my gut, but I stayed still, breath hitching.
He ripped the tape from her mouth with a sticky tear, and she gasped, “Please no—don't touch me! Let me go!”
Her pleas only seemed to excite him. I heard the savage rip of fabric, her dress shredding under his rough hands, the sound like wet paper giving way. She screamed then, high and piercing, as he shoved her down harder.
“Shut up, bitch.” His belt buckle clinked open, zipper rasping down.
The girl thrashed, her bare skin slapping against the cold floor, but he pinned her with his weight. I could hear every detail: the grunt as he forced her legs apart, the wet slide of his cock pressing against her pussy.
“Oh fuck, you're so tight,” he groaned, voice thick with lust. “A virgin, huh? I like virgins. Gonna break you in good.”
She wailed, begging through sobs, “Stop! It hurts—please, God, no!” But he didn't stop. His hips bucked forward, thrusting deep into her with a brutal shove. The room filled with her agonized screams, each one sharper as he pounded into her, grunting like an animal.
Flesh slapped against flesh, her body jolting with every violent plunge. He laughed, low and cruel, as she struggled beneath him, her nails scraping uselessly at the floor.
She kept screaming, “Get off me! Help… someone help!” Her voice cracked, raw from the pain, but it only made him rougher.
I heard the crack of his hand against her cheek, a sharp slap that echoed off the walls. “Struggle all you want, slut. Makes it tighter for me.” He grunted again, hips slamming faster, his cock stretching her virgin hole wide. The wet sounds of him fucking her grew louder, slick and obscene, mixed with her choked sobs and his heavy breaths. He hit her once more, a dull thud against her side, and she yelped, body going limp for a second before she fought back weakly.
I wanted to get up.
I wanted to break his neck.
I wanted to tear the rope from the wall and strangle him with it.
But if I moved now…
If he saw that my hands were free…
If he realized he had a problem…
He would kill me first. Then kill the others.
Survival meant patience.
Survival meant waiting.
Survival meant pretending to be helpless while every muscle in my body screamed to act.
Something inside me snapped.
I tried, God knows I tried, to stay still, to wait for the right moment, to think. But how was I supposed to think when someone was being violated before my eyes? What kind of woman will be if I do not stand up to myself like him who treats women like shit?
The girl could be my younger sister. Every voice in my head screaming wait got drowned by one louder voice:
No.
I couldn’t ignore this.
I couldn’t sit there.
I couldn’t pretend.
Even if it ruined my plan. Even if it got me caught. Even if it meant they turned on me next.
I couldn’t let that happen to her.
My body moved before my mind caught up.
I tore the blindfold off.
The gag fell from my mouth.
My feet hit the ground.
And I launched myself forward.