Page 45 of Forced By the Bratva

“Hi,” Lilly said. She had been with Jones for as long as I could remember. She never said much, kept her head down, and obeyed his orders. I wondered why she would come in here but then saw the clothes she held.

The other woman was carrying a bucket of water and a cloth. “It’s time to clean up,” Lilly added as she sat on the edge of the bench.

“No, no,” I replied, trying to sit up and move away from them. “Please, you have to let me go, please,” I begged.

Lilly glanced down at the clothes in her lap. “I’m sorry, we can’t. There are two guards outside the door. Jones said you must get ready for the match.” She nodded at the other woman who placed the bucket down and wet the cloth.

This couldn’t be happening, I thought as the woman wiped my face. There was no way out; this I knew. I felt numb as despair settled in my heart. Once the woman had wiped down my legs and arms, Lilly cut the ties and handed me the clothes. I chucked them onto the bench as I got up.

“Please get dressed. Please don’t make him any angrier.” She whispered as she stood. The other woman walked closer and held me as Lilly removed my clothing.

“No, Lilly, please no.” I pleaded as she collected my clothing. I felt humiliated, scared, and angry at the same time. I knew it wasn’t their fault. At least I still had my underwear on.

I watched the two women walk to the door. They stopped, glanced back at me, and then left. Once they were gone, I got up and changed into the clothing Jones had sent. It was one of the worker girl's outfits and made me feel uncomfortable.

The skirt was way too short. It barely covered my butt, but the top, the top, was even worse. The flimsy white see-through top only had three buttons. My breasts protruded from it like a cut-open pie. It displayed more than half my breasts.

Clutching the two sides of the top, I walked to the door. Knocking, I listened. Someone was scurrying outside before it opened. The guard popped his head around the door as he spoke. “Yes?”

“I can’t wear this; let Jones know the clothing doesn’t fit.”

The guard scanned me up and down, smiled, and closed the door. I stood waiting for a reply. After a while, the door swung open, and Jones stood before me. He grabbed my arm, pulling me with him as he huffed. “There’s nothing wrong with the clothes. Stop thinking you’re better than any other woman. You’re a whore like all women.”

We exited the corridor and headed to the fighting pit. Jones handed me to one of the guards, who took me to the chair I was tied to the first time I saw Piotr.

Once again, I was tied to the chair. However, this time, I wasn’t sitting in the dark. Jones had installed a spotlight and made sure it shone down on me. I felt dirty sitting there on display. With my hands and feet tied to the chair, I couldn’t even cover myself up.

Lowering my head in disgrace, I knew what would be going through the minds of the men arriving shortly. Even though I wanted Piotr to rescue me, I didn’t want him to see me this way.

Chapter 24 - Piotr

Glancing at my phone, I realized Alyssa was late. She should have been back about two hours ago. Checking the house, I thought I might have missed her arrival while I was out back. I looked in her room and mine, but she wasn’t there.

Heading back down, I checked out front and back, but there was no trace of her. The house was quiet; even the kitchen was empty. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I called up. “Mila, Konstantin, anyone home?”

I heard a door open and some scurrying. Mila peeked over the railing from one floor and Konstantin from another. “Hey,” they replied, almost in sync.

“Have either of you seen Alyssa today? She left this morning for a quick errand. But she hasn’t returned yet.”

Mila and Konstantin glanced at each other and back at me. “Nope, do you know where she went?” Mila asked.

“I don’t know, and she’s not answering her phone. I’m worried, guys. What if something happened?” With this, Mila and Konstantin both came down the stairs.

“Let’s call who we can and check the regular places. I’m sure she just got distracted by a new dress or met someone she knows and went for coffee. I’m sure she is fine,” Mila said, squeezing my arm.

I could see she didn’t believe a word of the bull she just spat out. I was sure she only said it to lessen my worry. I gave her a tiny smile and nodded in appreciation. I had a nauseating feeling that something was very wrong.

Konstantin offered to go to Ashan to see if Cindy knew anything. He would also ask Ashan to put out word that we were searching for her. Nodding at him, I watched as he left.

“I’ll go check all the shops and places I took her to; if she got lost, maybe she would go to one of those places, Mila said as she grabbed her bike keys.

“Right, thanks, Mila. I’ll ride the streets and find out if anyone saw something out of place today. I’ll visit our sources.”

We all split in different directions, hoping to find a clue as to where she could have gone. I was on the road heading to my second informant when my phone rang. Pressing the button on the earpiece, I listened for a response.

“Hey, Ashan hasn’t heard anything but has sent out his me to comb the suburbs.” Konstantin blared into my ear.

“Right, thanks,” I replied and ended the chat. I had just left the second informant when my phone started ringing again.

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