
I was forced to sit on a wooden chair. We arrived at a room that looked like a warehouse, containing piles of cardboard, a set of sofas, a high table, and a refrigerator.
"Hey you guys." Another voice sounded. "This is the girl you're carrying?"
The three men who took me were straight away. I looked up and saw a man walking over to me. A towering, jet-black-haired hoe, and his eyes sparkled. His face was handsome and young, as good as Bang Jack. He wears a light blue flannel shirt. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and his two top buttons were left open. His black cotton pants fit the shape of his legs, and he wore a pair of shiny black shoes. If it wasn't being kidnapped, I would have thought the young man was a successful young executive. For there was no evil look at all on his handsome face. He was like a gentleman. But baby, he's even in this place. A place of human trafficking.
"What are you doing here, James?" Another man came, quite old, about fifty years old. "Hi, Miss," said the man kindly. He grabbed both my shoulders, pulled me, and moved me to the sofa. "Well, you must be more comfortable sitting on the couch." The man looked down and grabbed my hand - kissing my hand like a classy young man. "In a moment, yes, Miss." He turned to the younger man earlier. "Why are you still here? Go."
The man shook his head. "Look easy, Pa. I'm only interested in this girl. Looks like she's a good girl. Who her? Why is he here?"
Oh, they're father and son apparently.
"As always, James. This lady wants to be one of the workers here. Right, right, Miss?"
I am not going to!
"Oh, coercion," the young man commented because I did not reply. "You kidnapped her? Hmm?"
The three delinquents shook their heads. "No, Young Master," said one of the men who brought me. "We didn't kidnap her."
"Then what? You can see, she even cried. He didn't answer Papa's question either."
"James" said the old man. "Go away. This is Papa's business. Don't interfere."
"No. I told you, I don't like it when Papa forces a girl-"
"Get me talking, James. He wasn't forced. If he had to, he wouldn't be here. Go."
"I had to!" my yelling. "I have to be here! I'm kidnapped! I don't want to be a prostitute! I don't want to!"
The old man looked at the three men who were taking me.
"Sori, Boss. We took this girl from that slum gang delinquent. He already agreed. Don't know why-" now"
Their bosses shook their hands. "Take him away!"
"But, Boss."
"Please go, Miss."
"Thank you, sir." I'm relieved.
But it turns out I was wrong. Too stupid. Too quickly relieved. The three men who had taken me immediately blocked my hand and were about to drag me away. Just at that moment I remembered the dangerous scene in the car. I realized, they would definitely harass me again before dumping me, returning me to where I was, or even selling me somewhere else.
"Come on. You are useless!" hardik was one of the criminals, then he whispered, "Take care of you. We'll teach you a lesson."
"How much money do you want?" ask a guy named James.
"Oh, James," said his father. "Johnson never taught you to be a bad luck hero."
"Sorry, Young Master. We will not break the rules. This lady changed her mind. So we're gonna get him back in the alley."
Berengseeeeek... Why is it so hard to get out of here? Wh why? Goddamn shit!
"Say, how much money do you want?"
"James!"
"It's my business, Pa."
"Can't!"
"Pa! She must be a good girl. If not-"
"We don't have to deal with outsiders."
"alright. I want this girl. I'll marry her."
The vow. He made me dumbfounded.
"Jameses. Control yourself."
"No, Pa."
"James!"
"She doesn't want to be a whore!"
"So from that Papa told him to go."
"But if they give it back-"
"James!"
"Whatever! Papa can't prevent me. Agree or not, I'll marry her. You have no right to make her a whore or sell her anywhere else. She's mine!"
The young man took the hands off the hoodlums from me, then he pulled me and took me away.
Why is my life on oper-oper like this? Why is my life this bad? Is there really no chance for me to get back with Bang Jack? Happy with him? Wh why? This fate is playing with my life.