Chapter 3 Hell Nah!

The old door creaked as someone opened it. Anya could only see the man's large black shoes. From his feet and the shoes he wore, Anya could guess that the man was tall, a man that Anya could recognize.

Could not fight with bare hands or even weapons.

She knew that she was in danger. She realized that her father was dealing with a ruthless debt collector. And to make matters worse, the cheap bitch was giving Anya to them.

"Anya!" the man called out.

Anya could only cry while covering her mouth tightly. It's impossible to hold back tears when you realize that your life is coming to an end.

"Are you coming out willingly, or do I have to drag you?"

Anya's body trembled. She was scared to death hearing the threatening tone of the big man.

"I know you're under the bed, I'll count down, five... four..."

The man counted down as he moved closer to the bed.

"Three....two..."

"Alright, I'm going out!" Anya shouted before the man finished counting. Anya slowly crawled out from under the bed with a scared face. She had never felt this scared in her entire life.

"Anya, you're so beautiful," said the man who was about the same age as her father.

"Come with us now!" he said as he pulled Anya roughly from her room.

"I brought this girl in exchange for your debt to our master. I will send you the rest of her body."

Anya widened her eyes, hoping everything she heard was just a joke. However, when she saw the looks and appearance of the four men, who were very similar to mafia members, she was sure that her life would not be long coming.

"Father, help me!" she pleaded. But Robert looked away and averted his eyes. Meanwhile, the bitch named Beth smiled with satisfaction at having traded her life for Anya's.

"Hey, wait a minute!" screamed Beth just before the four burly men took Anya away.

"Are you sure there won't be any excess money from selling this girl? We owe Mr. Andres only sixty-seven thousand dollars. Shouldn't this girl be worth more than that? She looks like a virgin, doesn't she, Rob?" asked Beth as she glanced at Robert, who looked down and didn't say a word.

"Are you still a virgin?" asked the fat man who was now standing next to Anya.

Anya looked at the man hatefully with no intention of answering. Realizing that he was underestimated, the fat man was about to slap Anya.

"Sand! Don't claw the girl! Hold your hand. We must hand her over to our master in a smooth and flawless state. If she gets scratched, then I'll chop off your head for wild dog food!" screeched the white-haired old man who looked like the leader among the four of them.

Anya shook her head in disbelief at her father's attitude and actions. Robert had done nothing to help her. The man who was supposed to protect Anya instead used her as a debt-payer.

"Let's go!" the white-haired man shouted.

"Wait a minute!" screamed Anya.

"Can I say something to my father? I want to say goodbye to him," said Anya, who didn't care anymore because s he was probably going to die soon.

"If I'm going to die today, don't forget to come to Mom's grave once in a while. Take care of her grave, oh yes, Robert Smith, thank you. You are a great father, and you sold your daughter to protect that bitch. I guarantee your life after this will turn into hell!" Anya said with a smile before Robert finally pushed Anya's body roughly and covered her mouth.

Then the four men dragged Anya and covered her head with a black cloth as if she were a prisoner about to be executed.

***

The kidnappers' car finally stopped somewhere, but Anya had been unconscious since being herded into the car because one of the big men had gagged her with a drugged handkerchief or something. When she came to, all she could see was a pitch-black sky.

They dropped her off at an old castle-like building. The distance between the gate and the building was quite far. Tall trees lined the front of the building.

"Welcome to heaven on earth, baby...." A woman greeted Anya with a big smile. She was wearing a tight red dress, looking at Anya while smoking a cigarette that she clamped between her fingers, whose polished nails matched her outfit. Her short, curly hair resembled that of the famously sexy woman.

"This place is heaven for men but hell for those who don't know how to enjoy it," she whispered as she blew smoke into Anya's face.

Anya coughed.

"W-what?" Anya was trembling.

"I'm Candace," the woman extended her hand.

"I'll teach you how to work and survive in that hell, I mean heaven..." she chuckled as she pointed at the building.

"Come with me," Candace pulled Anya along, then signaled the kidnappers to leave.

"Thank you. I'll take care of this new stuff." Candace pulled Anya's hand roughly.

Before entering the building, two burly men inspected them. Candace said something to them, sounding like a code or password. The two men nodded, and then they were allowed to enter, however, not through the main door but through a side corridor.

"Hurry up, the owner of this place is coming to check," Candace said. Anya, who did not understand what she meant, chose to remain silent and follow what Candace said. She took Anya to a room where all the walls were covered with black cloth, and even the windows were not visible. There were many chairs, and Candace asked Anya to sit and wait.

As Candace stood playing with her cell phone, she smiled, "My best customer is here. I'm going to make a lot of money tonight. Sorry, I don't think I can teach you so that Margot will take over. Uhm... you better be careful because she is a cruel and ruthless demon..." Candace whispered with a serious face.

Meanwhile, Anya chose to remain silent and didn't react much. It was all because she preferred to focus on finding a way to escape from this place. Considering that if she couldn't escape, then her life would end here.

After a few minutes, a woman dressed in white with black stockings arrived. From her beautiful yet fierce face, Anya immediately knew who the woman was.

"It must be Margot!" she thought.

"Well, not bad. You can start working, Candace. I'll look after her," Margot said with a smile. Candace nodded obediently and left Anya there after waving and saying 'good luck.'

***

"Tell me, what's your name?" Margot asked in a soft voice. But Anya knew Margot was not a gentlewoman. At least, the girl who had just passed through the door said so. The girl was battered, and Candace said that the wounds on the girl's body and face were the result of Margot's cruel hands.

After waiting a few seconds, but Anya didn't answer, Margot was annoyed. "Are you deaf? I asked you, what's your name?" she snapped while roughly squeezing Anya's chin.

"Anya!" she answered briefly and quickly. The girl showed no fear at all. She boldly looked into the eyes of the woman in front of her, eyes filled with defiance.

"Well, Anya, are you still a virgin? The people who brought you said you were a virgin?" he asked.

Anya chuckled smiled sarcastically, but remained silent. She pursed her lips tightly.

"ANSWER ME!" screeched Margot, who couldn't control her temper. She seemed to have a problem with emotional outbursts.

"Does it matter to you?" asked Anya.

"Of course, because it will determine your self-worth later. I don't want to be fooled by a new kid, and if you are indeed a virgin, I have to check it myself. Now come with me!" ordered Margot with a serious face.

Anya frowned, "what do you mean by checking?" she asked.

"I'm going to look at your vagina. I have to see if you really are a virgin?" she said casually, then waltzed away.

Margot pulled Anya into a room by force. Anya tried to struggle, but Margot turned out to be a pretty tough woman.

"What are you going to do to me?" Anya shouted fearlessly.

"Take off your clothes!" ordered Margot in an intimidatingly high tone.

"What?" Anya gasped.

"I said take them off!" repeated Margot.

"I had to make sure that you really were a virgin-"

"Wh-what?!" Anya screamed.