Buttons & Lace

By: Penelope Sky

They rounded up the girls and locked them in the room before they snatched me, dragging me down the hallway. I was being escorted to my room where I would wait for the auction—whatever the hell that was.

Why didn’t I just shoot myself in the head when I had the chance?

They marched me past my door and kept going.

“Where are you taking me?” I tried to fight their hold, but they gripped me tighter.

“Answer me.” I tried to kick the one on the left but ended up hurting myself in the process. I stubbed my toe under his heavy boot and took a sharp intake of breath.

They escorted me into a white room with a leather chair. It had footrests that opened my thighs. It was the same type of chair I sat in when I visited my gynecologist.

And that wasn’t a good sign.

They moved me into the chair and held me down until all the straps were secure. Even my head was locked in place. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Exam,” the guard answered. “Then you’ll be gone.”

“What kind of exam?” I struggled against the leather straps even though it was pointless.

“You’ll see.” The guards walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving me to wait for the unknown.

A doctor came in a moment later, wearing a white coat despite the fact we weren’t in a doctor’s office. He was substantially older than the others. He wore a face of indifference, his thick glasses hanging off his nose. He grabbed a chart and browsed through it.

“Who are you?”

“Dr. Wayne.” He had an American accent.

Had he been on the ship the entire time? I’d never seen him. “Where did you come from?”

“Shore. The ship docked ten minutes ago. You’re my first patient.”

“Docked where?” This guy wasn’t part of the crew. I could glean that much. Maybe he had information that could help me.

“To shore, like I said.”

“What shore?” I demanded. “Where are we?”

“Does it really matter?” He pulled on a pair of white gloves.

He thought this was boring? Uneventful? “What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been kidnapped. I’m a slave. And you don’t care?”

He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my pants off. Then he moved for my underwear.

I fought so hard the straps almost cut my skin.

“No,” he finally answered. “I don’t care. Now let’s get this over with.”

“Get what over with?”

“I’m going to check your sexual health. It’s important information for the auction.”

“My sexual health?”

“Yes. Are you a virgin?”

I gave him a defiant look. Like I would ever tell him.

“Let me put it this way. The more you tell me, the less invasive I have to be.” He held up two fingers.

I knew what that meant. “No.”

“How many partners?”

“Two.” I hated myself for answering.


“Anal what?”

“Have you ever had anal intercourse?”

Who the hell had? “No.”

He wrote down some notes. “Any STDs?”


“Are you on the pill?”

“I was until I was kidnapped.” My voice was more poisonous than snake venom.

He set the chart down then positioned himself at my entrance. “This will only take two minutes.”

“Don’t fucking touch—”

He stuck two fingers inside me and felt around, checking my channel as well as my ovaries. He swabbed a Q-tip inside me and deposited it into a plastic bag. Then he removed his gloves. “Done.”

I’d been touched against my will, and I hated it. I hated the fact I had no rights. I was tired of people trying to rape me all the time. I hated the fact I was so close to freedom, and I made the mistake of turning back. I saw red—deep, crimson red. I wanted to kill every single man on the ship.

If I had a gun, I would do it.


I was drugged before being transported onto land. I had no idea where they took me or how I got there. I assumed we went by car, but I didn’t remember feeling the vibration of an engine or listening to the sounds of a radio. A dark sack was over my head, so I couldn’t see anything even if I wanted to.

When I woke up, I was in a bedroom. The bed actually had a frame and contained quality sheets. There was a window with closed curtains made of ivory fabric. A dresser sat in the corner, designed with the same color.

Where was I?

I jumped out of bed and immediately headed to the window. I threw the curtains open and prepared to jump out. If it was a twenty-foot drop, I was still going for it. I could crawl down the side, using a drainpipe if I had to.

But when the curtains parted, I saw nothing but metal bars.

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