Chapter 6 WELCOME TO HELL

• CHAPTER 6
• WELCOME TO HELL
• G W E N D O L Y N
• His voice was husky, thick and deep. “It’s nice to finally see you in person.”
• I gaped as soon as he mentioned my name. A voice in my head tells me that I was in deep trouble for coming inside this house upon invitation. My brain then thinks of worst case scenarios which sent a complete shudder of fear ran throughout my entire body.
• “Who are you?” I asked nervously, even though I already have an idea who it is.
• “I’m offended that your own mother never mentioned me.” He responds.
• Instantly, I knew who it was. Without any doubt, it was Hector Heinz. It has got to be him.
• My feet felt cemented on the floor in this house and it seemed as if my entire body didn’t want to move on its own. I was scared to move because from my peripheral view, I can silhouettes of men surrounding me. I can even feel one on the couch and another next to me. I know for sure that they have guns with them and if I move, they would shoot me.
• “Don’t be scared now. I can see through your eyes how frightened you are.” Hector tells me.
• “You set me up!” I screamed.
• “Well it wasn’t too hard. All I did was pay your boss from that damned restaurant shitload of money and he was willing to sell you to me.” He responded almost proudly.
• I gaped.
• People and money goes well with each other perfectly. The evilness of money can definitely lure humans to do something evil.
• Out of nowhere, I hear Laurent’s voice as he told me before, “We’re all sinners.”
• “Fuck you!” I screeched in anger.
• Hector laughs and I can see him standing from the couch now. I was surprised to see how big he was physically and it profoundly frightened me even more. “Now, now don’t be too evil with your choice of words.” His voice sounded more annoying to me.
• “You can never buy me!” I screamed aloud with clenched fists. “No matter how many people sell me out to you, you can never ever buy me!”
• He laughs again, even more maniacal than earlier. “You’re funny dear. Really funny.”
• I whimper in fear inwardly.
• “I already bought you when your mother signed the contract and we made the deal.” He adds.
• Hector finally comes into the light illuminating from outside the window behind me and he had that grumpy and scary expression on his face with his thick beard. I understand why he was scary and why a lot of people should be afraid of him not because he is a well-known underground boss but because of how he looks physically.
• Hector had a huge scar across his face from his right eyebrow down to his lower cheekbone. He had the look of a powerful drug lord, someone that people would be totally scared about in first glance. The thick cigar in between his lips as his devious eyes were glued on mine.
• “Welcome to the tug-of-war in hell.” Hector states with a thick of evilness.
• I gathered up all my saliva in my mouth and spat on his face, “Fuck you and your hell.”
• Bravely, my feet dashed towards the front door as I hear Hector screaming the words, “Don’t let her get away!!” With just one command from him, his men chased me towards the front door in a split second. Without thinking that there was a bigger man standing in front of the door, I was completely caught in the middle.
• Hector laughs triumphantly as soon as he saw me being held down by one of his men. I kept screaming to the top of my lungs for help as I continued wiggling myself out of this guy’s tight grip. He was far stronger than Carter and I can tell that it would give me a hard time to escape.
• “Stop resisting. I already told you I won, darling.” Hector says as he walks towards me. “I like girls like you.” He chuckles before he grabs my neck with his strong hand and starts to choke me. “You have the nerve to spit on me, huh?”
• I struggled for air, “L-Let me….go….”
• “Taser her.” Hector commanded.
• “No! Please d—”
• In a split second, I feel a stream of electricity stunning me which causes my body to immobilize.
• The next day, I woke up feeling insanely weak. I was too weak that I can’t even lift my arm. The last thing I remembered after I was tasered is that I was being brutally beaten up by Hector himself and how he loved seeing me suffer to death. To be honest, he didn’t show no mercy on me and I really thought I was not going to make it out alive after that hard beating.
• Honestly, I wanted to die instead rather than being treated like an animal.
• My entire body felt painful and even with just a single move, there would be bolts of pain creeping through out my body. I wonder if my own mother ever thought of this before she sold me out. I wonder if she even thought beforehand that they will torture me knowing that she had a debt to Hector. I wonder if she even thought that I was going to survive this torture.
• I wonder if she even cared for me as a daughter.
• I cried on this bed while my arms and feet were tied. I have never felt so hopeless and lost in my entire life until today.
• A week passed, the torture would get less severe only if I didn’t make Hector angry. He wasn’t around all the time so I had a little freedom from him. Day by day, I wasn’t tortured anymore. I was no longer tied on my bed but I had to stay in this room all alone. It almost made me go crazy being here all by myself and got nothing else to do but watch TV. Although there were some DVDs here, but they were all pornography.
• Hector never really touched me in a sexual way and said that he had no intentions of doing so which made me feel relieved. At first I wondered what he really wanted from me because I know for a fact that he didn’t capture me only to put me in this damned room.
• Another week passed, I got a surprise visit from Hector one night. “It’s good that your bruises have disappeared.” I didn’t like his words because I know he had something else in his mind.
• “What is that you want from me this time?” I asked him right away because it only gave me an affirmation that he waited for my bruises to heal. But for what?
• “I thought you already know.” He responds. “You’re here to work for me.”
• “As a what?”
• “As one of my prostitutes.”
• Prostitute.
• I knew he had something else on his sleeve but I didn’t know it would be this.
• “I am not allowing you to sell my body to men for sex!” I stood on my feet.
• “Well if you won’t do what I tell you to do then I can always ask Morgan to torture you again and again until you agree or you die.” He says nonchalantly and laughs dryly. “Actually you don’t have much of a choice here. It’s easy work.”
• “I am not going to be a paid woman for sex!”
• “You will be.” He sounded sure. “You already have a customer for tomorrow night. He is a VVIP. So you better get your shit together because it’s an elite guest.” He taunts me by grabbing my face, “You hear me?”
• “I have the right to say no.” I gritted my teeth.
• “Oh darling, in my territory, you have no right to say no.” He gently slaps my cheek before pushing me back to the bed.
• I grunted as I pulled myself up again, “You can’t do this to me!”
• Hector spins around and faces me again as he was quick to pull out his gun in a split second. He aimed it at me and I remained completely struck by lightning. "I can. I'm easy to talk to honestly. Let's have it this way." He gestures with his hand. "If you don't agree to what I want then maybe I should kill one of the important people in your life?"
• I was stunned by fear once again and I hate how he says the word kill so easily with calm eyes.
• He hums, “Maybe Mrs. Cecile Lambert? The flower shop owner who has been cheating on her husband for over two years now with a much younger gentleman.” Hector smiles evilly.
• My eyes widened in complete surprise with how much information he knows about her and her infidelity. “Don't you dare hurt her.”
• “I won’t.” He says with his tricky voice. “Only if you would allow yourself to work for me as a prostitute then she stays alive.”
• Fuck you Hector.
• “So, no more deathly tortures and Cecile Lambert stays alive if you agree with me.” He continues to say with an awful grin. “How does that sound to you?”
• I groan inwardly as I clenched my fist over my lap because I didn’t had much of a choice. I couldn’t let Mrs. Lambert die after all those times she helped me with my own life and struggles. Her death would haunt me for the rest of my life and it would kill me with guilt forever.
• “You wouldn’t want that fetus inside her to die too, would you?” Hector adds.
• I pulled my head up quickly, “What?”
• “Cecile Lambert is pregnant. She visited her gynecologist yesterday.” He smiles. “I doubt it’s her husband’s baby.”
• "How did you know about all this?" I asked in tears as my lips tremble.
• "It's easy when you have connections. So what do you say?"
• Hector Heinz is a bastard who would do everything just to get what he wants even if it would mean to kill. This man isn't afraid to let his hands get dirty and I know from those eyes that he would kill Mrs. Lambert if I would say no.
• He continues, “It's just going to feel filthy the first time but when you've done it numerous times, it's no longer filthy work. You're gonna learn how to suck it up.”
• Hector stands, “You have until tomorrow night to think. Just let me remind you, that this gun is going to shoot out bullets into Cecile Lambert's head and stomach if you say no.”
• He laughs as he faces his back at me, “You should be thankful that I am giving you a chance to think.”
• "I can never be thankful for you!" I screamed.
• He stares at me over his shoulder as he fixes his fedora hat over his head, “Welcome to hell, Gigi.”