Love You A Adolescence

Audrey Zachary adjusted the strap of her bag as she stepped onto the train platform, the chilly breeze brushing against her skin. The station was nearly empty, save for a few strangers waiting for the last train of the night. She checked her phone but there were no new messages. Her aunt, Ivy Jenkins had asked her to wait for her here.

Ivy had been her guardian since she was twelve, after her father's death from a brain tumor and her mother's descent into a coma. Audrey had never questioned her aunt's decisions before, but standing alone in a dimly lit train station for over an hour made her uneasy.

Her phone suddenly buzzed. She checked and it was a message from her aunt.

Aunt Ivy: Buy me some groceries before coming home.

Audrey sighed. At least it gave her something to do instead of standing around in the cold. She turned toward the nearest supermarket, her boots clicking against the pavement.

Halfway there, she heard footsteps behind her.

They were steady. Close.

Too close.

Her pulse quickened. She turned, heart hammering against her chest.

A sharp pain exploded at the back of her head. The world tilted, her vision blurred and darkness swallowed her whole.

"She's a beauty."

A voice slithered into her fading consciousness.

"She'll be good for business. Look at that ass-she'll fill out nicely when she grows up. Her boobs are still tender."

The words made her stomach turn. But before she could fight it, everything went black.

Audrey woke to the sound of arguing.

A sharp female voice sneered, "I saw him first .You seduced him!"

Another scoffed, "Shut your mouth. He said he's tired of you."

She blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light. Her head pounded as she sat up, taking in her surroundings , lavish yet suffocating. Velvet curtains, expensive furniture, dim lighting. The sickly-sweet scent of perfume and liquor clung to the air.

Two women stood in front of her, their bickering momentarily forgotten. One, a striking brunette, folded her arms and scowled. The other, a sultry redhead.

"She's awake," the brunette muttered in dismay. "Great. Another hot one to compete with. I can barely keep up with Ava."

Audrey pressed her palms against her temple, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Where am I?" she croaked, her throat dry. "I need to go home-I have an exam tomorrow. Have you seen my phone?"

The redhead laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "Oh, sweetheart. You've been napped."

"No," the brunette corrected, clicking her tongue. "She was sold."

Audrey's breath hitched.

Sold?

A sharp click of heels cut through the tension. A woman stepped forward, elegant and poised. Dark red lips, high cheekbones, commanding presence.

Mademoiselle Viola.

"The beauty is awake," she mused, her voice silky and calculated. "Perfect timing. There are many clients awaiting your presence."