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  “Church?” I asked. My German just wasn't good enough for a conversation like this.

  “Old fashion wedding. We are man and wife now. You're mine.” He looked ready for a fight.

  I was too meek for that. I could only stand up for others rights.

  I always had it in the back of my head that I deserved what I got. I must have done or thought something so terrible at one time in my life that this was my due.

  Karma was doing this to me, but why?

  I nodded at him that I understood.

  He looked really pleased and picked out another dress for me to wear today. I stayed in bed, as I dressed so he could see as little as possible of me. He sat down next to me and put on his shoes.

  I remembered thinking that he was good looking the first time I saw him. And he wasn't as old as the man who had waved to me. The girl he did buy would probably be found starved in the room that he was locking her in weeks after he had died.

  This house was big and I got to move around a bit. Maybe I could even runaway.

  Chapter 6

  We went down to breakfast as always he held my hand. The others were gathered at the table talking to one another. They stopped as we approached them.

  They all looked at me. Tata patted my hand and sat me down in a chair. He sat down next to me and on my other side was the doctor. Did they know what had happened to me? I hung my head a little and folded my hands in my lap again.

  Tata looked down at me. “It's okay, this is my family. They won't hurt you. I'll tell them very plainly. I am the only man you will ever know. Is it better now?”

  I nodded a little.

  He took my plate. “Sandra?”

  I looked up at the eggs that he was pointing to. “Are they spicy?” I asked in English because I didn't know the German word for spicy.

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “You are a very picky eater.” He spoke in German.

  I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. “Well I have been drugged before.”

  A couple of people laughed. Thankfully he was one of them. Offending him in front of the others probably wasn't a good idea.

  “The eggs aren't spicy.” He put some on my plate. “Fruit salad?”

  I nodded.

  “And I know you like bread.” He was speaking German with me. I had a feeling that he didn't want me to speak English.

  He set my plate down in front of me. “Thank you, Tata.”

  Everyone looked up and then they all started talking at once. Some looked amused but most looked very mad.

  He laid his arm on the back of my chair. I felt very claimed. Didn't the others know that he was planning on keeping me? They were probably mad that I knew his real name.

  He barked at them like he had with us at school and everyone quieted down. He looked them all in the eye. “Start eating, Sandra,” he said while he was still looking at the others.

  I picked up my fork and took a bite.

  The others started talking to him again and he grinned at them and answered. I was curious what they were saying.

  He took food and starting talking about last night, I guessed. The others made pleased noises. I was guessing that he was there leader. He just had an aura of authority.

  The doors opened and ten girls came in. I stared at them and they were staring at me too. All three of my roommates were there.

  “Sandra, you may not. Sit up straight like a good girl.”

  “But Tata, they're my roommates and friends.”

  “My little girl isn't friends with their kind.”

  “What are they?” I was so shocked that I had forgotten who I was talking to.

  He leaned in again. “None of them were virgins.”

  “But neither am I now.” I was crying again.

  He reached out for my head and moved it to his shoulder. “That's different. We're married.”

  The others started saying things again and he barked at them. Because my head was on his chest I felt the vibrations as he yelled. They said nothing more after he spoke. I wondered what the others thought about the way he was holding me.

  “Eat, angel, I want to go back to bed.” He let go of my head.

  I looked at him and shook my head no. The others laughed again. He joined them. “The first time hurts, I know but we have to continue until it doesn't. It will be better, I promise. Eat up.”

  I took a bite of food, chewing it very slowly. That had them rolling. The woman, the one in charge of the other women, talked to him seriously and he nodded at her. She was the only one he was respectful too.

  He finished eating quickly but he leaned back relaxed while I finished eating. They were all talking with each other. I peeked over at the other girls. A woman was standing by them with a cane. They were all being good.

  “Are you trying to test me?” He was whispering in my ear again.

  “I thought all the girls got new owners last night. Didn't anyone want them?” I couldn't understand it. They were really pretty girls. The one named Sarah had beautiful long red hair and perfect white skin. Her eyes were a deep dark blue. She wasn't like me I had boring brown hair and matching brown eyes. I thought she was the prettiest girl at school.

  “No, when a man is paying that much money he wants a virgin. Now you weren't even up for sale and you had people fighting over you because you were always good. They will be sold for much lower prices and probably end up as sex slaves or have to work as prostitutes. They won't be loved and cherished like you are.” He was hugging and kissing my neck.

  As he spoke the other girls were all watching with their mouths wide open.

  “Poor Sandra,” I heard one say.

  I turned to look at him again.

  “They don't understand what our relationship is. Don't worry about them. Soon they will be gone and you will never see them again.” He picked up one of my braids and looked at it. “I'll get Magdalena to do your hair pretty again but first later. I want to go back to bed now. Let's go.” He stood and held his hand out to me.

  I looked over at the other girls again. I felt I needed help but they were looking at me very meanly. They were whispering, I could hear a bit of what they were saying. Hannah was telling the others that I had been in on it all along.

  My jaw dropped in shock and then into a frown. Tata stopped pulling and looked at me. “What? What did they say?”

  I hung my head and he let go of my hand. He walked over to their table and looked at everyone. Hannah started to cry.

  “What did Hannah say?” He looked at Melina.

  At first she was tongue-tied. Then she spilt the beans.

  He looked over at me and then back to Hannah. He said something to the woman watching them. The woman nodded and grinned at the girls. “I met her the same day I met you, Hannah. She just made a better impression on me. You have a way of making a very bad impression on people. With all the marks that you will have it will be hard to find someone who wants you.”

  Tata came back over to me. He took my hand and pulled me to his room again. He closed the door and stood in front of it so he was blocking the exit.

  He let go of me. His hands went right to his buttons. “No games this time. You know what is going to happen now. Get undressed.”

  Again my jaw dropped.

  “Sandra, I already told you that I don't want to punish you if I don't have to but I will. I clearly told you what to do. I don't repeat myself.”

  I wanted to cry again but I didn't want to get punished.

  I removed my clothes as he watched me.

  I covered myself up with my hands.

  He was undressed in the meantime too. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.

  “Wrap your arms around me, Sandra.”

  My hands shook a little but I did as he said. The hug felt very different this way. My breasts were pressing against his chest. That felt somehow – good. He kissed my face slowly all over. I got a funny feeling in my stomach. I wasn't sure if I was going to be sick again or if it w
as the butterflies that people sometimes talk about.

  I could feel him getting harder. His penis was pushing against my stomach.

  “With you it is so different.” He picked me up and carried me to the bed.

  There was no way that I was going to get out of this. Just let it happen, I told myself. He hadn't been violent about it last time. Maybe it would really stop hurting soon.

  He was leisurely running his hands all over me, as he sat on the bed next to me. He didn't have any hair on him either. I wondered about that. I thought about reaching out and touching him but I didn't dare. I wouldn't do anything that could be considered brazen.

  He smiled at me like a tiger would at something that he considered easy pray. He moved so he was between my legs again. Tata took hold of his penis and ran it up and down between my legs.

  He let his penis rub me and it was getting hard to pretend that this wasn't happening. I tried to think about something else but I couldn't anymore and my legs started to relax a little.

  He then slowly pushed into me. It hurt. I tried to push him away but I couldn't and his hips were moving, pushing his thing in and pulling it out a little. I was crying again and he was saying, shh, as always.

  He went on and on and when I couldn't take it anymore I started to beg and plead. “Please Tata, please stop,” I sniffled.

  He kissed me and continued. I felt like such a nobody. I didn't feel loved liked he had said that I was. And certainly not cherished.

  “Tata please,” I moved my head so I was looking at him this time.

  He kissed me on my mouth biting into my lips gently but still scaring me. He was thrusting into me harder and harder. I could hardly breathe and then he threw his head back a little again. Did that mean that it was over? He was lying down on me again. He let go of my hands and I pulled them close to my body. I was breathing heavily too and feeling too warm. He moved away. I was picturing blood. I rolled up in a little ball.

  He wrapped me in his arms once he had settled down. I yawned and he laughed at me.

  “I kind of thought that I had had all the work.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him. Was he mad about that? “I did it wrong?”

  He laughed again. “I don't expect you to know what you are doing. It's Tata's job to teach you. Would you like that? Should I teach you?”

  “No thank you,” I whispered.

  He laughed. “But you have to admit that it was a lot nicer this time.”

  “It still hurt, a lot.” I was so sore and I was worried about permanent damage.

  “You are so sweet and innocent. Tata loves you so much.” He babbled on and on but I fell asleep while he was talking.

  Chapter 7

  I felt my leg moving. My knee was being pushed into my chest. The sun was just coming up. I had slept all day and night. Tata was shoving his penis into me again but this time it slid in easily. He groaned in pleasure. I was fighting not to. My body felt like it had missed his.

  He was still lying behind me and now that he was inside of me one of his hands grabbed on to my breast.

  I looked over my shoulder to make sure that it was him. I wasn't sure what I would have done if it hadn't been him but it was and he looked concentrated. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was different this time. I was still sore but there was something else there too. I moved my right hand so it was laying over his.

  His other hand was on my shoulder. It felt like he was holding me in place so he could thrust better. He really liked doing this.

  “Oh,” I moaned.

  “That's right, angel. I told you that you would end up liking this.” He thrust harder and faster.

  I had to control myself. I couldn't like what he was doing to me. I should be fighting him but I was too afraid of what he might do to punish me. But I would definitely not enjoy this.

  He was sleeping with me and holding me against my will. Only a whore would enjoy that and I was no man's whore.

  I thought about him beating on Hannah again and again even though she was already so sore. He had hurt Larissa and countless other girls. He thought of us as objects. That was something that he had told me himself. He had compared us to expensive cars. He sold away my friends, and those who hadn't been virgins would be sex slaves or prostitutes.

  What was I?

  He said his wife but that I didn't believe. You can't marry a car.

  He squeezed my breast even harder. I whimpered and he laughed. He liked hurting me. I broke down into tears. He was hushing me again and his hand relaxed on my breast. “You are doing so well. You are a little young for this but you are being so brave about it.”

  The way he said that made me think that he expected me to put up more of a fight. Was I a weakling?

  Again it took forever for him to finish. This time he didn't pull out of me. He stayed in and pet me like I was his favorite dog. “That was the third time. It is like a magic number. The fourth will be pure pleasure for both of us.”

  I had turned to look at him when he started talking and I saw that he was confident. He believed what he was saying.

  I believed him too. It hadn't hurt this time already. Would I end up liking it and embarrassing myself? Would he laugh at me and tell me I was just like the others if I did. I could picture it so easily.

  “Let's go get you fed, angel. You aren't eating enough.” He grabbed me by my hand and pulled me along with him again.

  I was able to stand on my own in the shower but he insisted on cleaning me again. I was afraid that he would get turned on again. He opened my braids and washed my hair. He was acting like I couldn't do it myself. I wasn't about to tell him that I was feeling better.

  After he toweled me dry and picked out what he wanted me to wear today he sat me down on a footstool in the living room. He sat behind me on the sofa. He got out my hairbrush and went to work. It hurt like hell. It always did when I forgot to buy conditioner. He worked his way through my wet snarly hair. Was this some sort of punishment?

  What did I have to promise him to get him to stop? Should I be more active in bed? I couldn't promise that.

  He finished and pulled the top part of my hair back. I felt him putting a rubber band in it to hold it in place. That would rip out plenty of my hair when it needed to be removed. I had something appropriate in with my toothbrush and things. Should I explain that that would be better? I didn't have the nerve for something like that.

  “Look what I got for you.” He showed me a pink ribbon. “Nice, isn't it?”

  I nodded. If I were four I would have loved it. That man had strange tastes. He tied it into my hair and turned me so I was looking at him. He looked so expectant that I felt a need to say something. “Thank you, Tata.”

  “Your welcome.” He touched his pointer finger to my nose.

  The woman, the one who he was respectful to came out of one of the other rooms. She looked at us for a second. He stood and grabbed my hairbrush. He was talking to her and she just nodded at him. I got the feeling that she was surprised that he was doing my hair, and putting a ribbon in it. He put my brush away and then he came back out.

  Tata was still talking to the woman as he reached his hand out to me. He wasn't looking at me but I was looking at his hand. I sighed and went to him. Not fighting is better for me, less bruises, I told myself.

  He went to the door and I fell into step with him. “My mother said you look very nice.”

  “She is your mother?”

  “Yes, and the other two men are my brothers. I'm the oldest. I'm the boss here.”

  “How are you related to the doctor?” I asked trying to figure out the who's who of everyone here.

  He smiled at me like he thought that I was just adorable. “I'm not related to him. He was a friend of my father's.”

  “Where is your father now?” Was he driving another bus full of girls here?

  “I'm afraid that you can't meet him. He passed on a few years ago. My brothers and I take care of our mother now. Just
we are the family. The rest work for us. Do you understand?”

  “Not really.” I was trying to guess what he was getting at, but I couldn't.

  “It means that they can't tell you to do anything. You are their boss. I want you to do as my mother says when I'm not here. She will help me with you. Stay away from everyone else. Have I made myself clear?”

  “Yes, Tata,” I smiled at him. I was already playing with the idea to tell one of them to drive me into the next town.

  He smiled back misreading my thoughts. “You are really a little angel.”

  We got a quick breakfast this morning. The ten girls were there again but Hannah was shooting daggers at Tata. She was crying and complaining to the others.

  I looked at Tata for an explanation. He shrugged and looked away from me. “She was never nice. Like I said yesterday, don't worry about her. She is leaving really soon. Her buyer will be here tomorrow. Five girls will be leaving. Online buying makes it all possible.”

  I nodded and tried to hide how disgusted I was with everything here. I finished my bread and butter and we stood to leave.

  “You fucking rapist. You asshole. I hate you. Both of you.” Hannah stood and looked at him and then at me.

  A woman starting going at her with the cane and she screamed out like a madwoman. More women came in and Tata ran over to her too. He slapped her and she flew to the floor.

  I ran out of the room and hid behind the door. He was that monster again who beat on girls. I covered my face with my hands and slid down the wall I was leaning on.

  I heard feet on the floor behind me. “Stay where you are,” one of his brothers said as he went back in. The door opened and I could hear Hannah screaming and the other girls crying. The door closed and the sounds softened.

  Less than a minute later the door opened again and Tata was pulling me to his chest. “I know that you are very sensitive. You are just so good that you can't understand something like that. Hannah is a beast who had no right to talk to you that way. She probably still doesn't believe that you weren't in on it from the beginning. She is silly but it is our job to teach her to obey. If we can't her new owner won't be happy with us. Perhaps it would be best to talk him into another girl until she is trained.”