Chapter 2

The van pulled into a long driveway and was parked inside a private garage. It was at least an hour drive from where they picked up the girls in the alleyway. By now the women were wide-eyed and full of fear. Each one awoke at different intervals during the drive, and each one was hushed by the menacing voices of their capturers. They dared not say a word and just glared at each other through tears, which were streaming silently down their face. When the van was parked, the door swung open. Brian, who had been driving the entire time, was relieved to finally be able to look at his victims, as he wondered why he had never tried this before.

"Damn, look at those tits!" he exclaimed as he grabbed Alicia's massive breast and twisted it in his rough hand. "Why didn't I ever think of doing this before? Seriously, look how hot they look crying and afraid like that!"

"Dude, I know!" cried out the shorter one of them, Damien, who had been silent up to now. "When I saw them in the club I wanted them alright, but now! I shotgun the tall blonde first!" He smiled at his cleverness.

"No fuckin' way are you getting anyone first you little fuck!" Spat Justin in disgust. "All the girls are mine first. I'm the one who's done this before, I'm the reason they're here in the first place, and anyone who has a problem with that can come and take my leadership away." He smirked; Justin was the best fighter and most psychotic one of all the men, and they all knew it. No one dared speak up. "That's right you fuckin' pussies. Now watch and learn bitches!"

The girls were still laying on the floor of the van, too afraid to budge against their capturer's will. If the men were afraid of this guy, imagine what he could do to three innocent girls with no fighting experience at all! Justin walked up to the van door and poked a hand inside. With one reach he got a hold of the three women's hair and yanked on them to follow him into the mansion. They fell out of the van onto the garage floor hitting their heads against each other.

"What the fuck are you bitches doing?" Justin shouted to his buddies. "Help them into the house! Fuck, do I have to think of everything?"

Billy, with his baby-cute face and pudgy tummy grabbed a hold of Alicia, who was closest to him. He carried her into the house like a husband would carry his new bride over the threshold. It looked like he felt bad for the girls, and Alicia noticed this. She glanced up into his cute face and whispered to make sure no one could hear but him:

"Please, don't do this! It's not right! Please stop! Let us go, we won't say anything, I swear!" She heard someone clear his throat behind them. Justin was listening the entire time, and was not pleased at all. He slapped her hard across the face, then covered her mouth with his hand, leaned in close to her face and said:

"I wouldn't try pleading too much, it'll only get worse for you. This is going to happen whether you want it to or not, and hey, if you don't, all the better for me!" He laughed, almost spitting in her face. His hand gripped her face harder as he pulled her towards him, and with a small smirk, almost a smile he whispered, "Don't get smart. Otherwise I'll have to call my other boys to help me put you in your place," he chuckled, "and trust me, they aren't fuckin' pussies like these fucks. They'll beat you until your own family won't recognise you. Then they'll gut you for fun and throw you into the river. Got it?" He was staring into her eyes at such a close distance she thought she was going cross-eyed trying not to look away. She was shaking from head to toe. When Justin was far enough from her, she looked at Billy with sad eyes. He glanced at her, and then laughed at her:

"What do you want from me you stupid cunt? Do you honestly think I'm going to help you and turn my back on my boy here? You're fuckin' retarded, bitch! Stop looking at me before I gouge your eyes out!" She closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her last thread of hope was demolished right then and there by the one man she thought would feel bad, but he turned out to be just as malicious as Justin was. Billy threw her onto a couch in one of the upstairs rooms and slammed the door shut, leaving her there to sob alone.

Behind Billy, there was a big muscular man carrying Constance. It was somewhat of a funny sight because he was so ripped and she was so tiny. It didn't look like any strain was used to carry her. He held her by the waist while her arms and legs dangled beneath her. She was like a puppet to him. Constance stared at the ground in disbelief, her face wet with tears. She wished now she had taken up her parent's invitation to accompany them to one of their "old people" parties, where at least she knew she'd be safe. She wondered if she would ever see daylight again. As these fearful thoughts entered her head, she was carried in through the doorway leading from the garage into the main area of the huge house. The first thing she noticed was the color red nearly everywhere. She thought back to when she first saw the guys, and she realised Justin was wearing a red bandana. She should have known! He was part of a gang called Bloods that roam the streets. She got even more scared; if Justin would find out who she really is, he would kill her for sure!