Chapter 5 Camilla’s Pov

My heart was still racing as I slipped into the single oversized robe hanging on the door and tied the string around me. My dress was dirty, muddy and bloody from the previous day and I didn't want to put that on again.

The second I was finished, the door burst open and the same man grabbed me and yanked me out of the room as he led me down another hall.

“W–where are we going?” I asked, still managing to push down my accent even through the panic.

He snickered. “You need to understand that you don't get to ask me questions so shut the fuck up.”

I felt fresh tears sting the neck of my eyes at his words but I quickly blinked them away.

Suddenly, he shoved me into another room. It was a room filled with racks of clothes and a mirror stand filled with different makeup products.

A tall woman that looked to be in her late thirties stood in the middle of the room, her expression indifferent to my plight.

“Get her ready for tonight.” The man muttered stiffly and stepped back, although he remained standing by the doorway.

“Come here.” The woman said to me and I walked over to her. She observed me, her eyes trailing intentionally from my head all the way to my toes.

“Good.” She murmured as she motioned for me to turn around. “Very nice.” She said to no one in particular before she finally settled on my face. “Beautiful. Very exotic. Where did you find her?” She asked the man as if I wasn't standing right there.

Just then, it dawned on me that I may have been right.

They were human traffickers!

Of course they were! How delusional was I to think that he'd just let me go after I witnessed him kill a grown human being?

He glanced at me, his eyes glaring into mine. “My club.”

My club?! Fuck! The club is his?!

“Where are you from?” This time, her question was directed towards me.

“Canada.” I lied, my voice shaky.

I held her gaze, hoping that she wouldn't see through my lie but she didn't seem to care as she was already focused on the clothes on the rack.

She picked out a dress and folded it over the rack. “Sit down.” She said, snapping her fingers over at me as she pointed to the chair behind me.

I sat down shakily, still very much confused as to what was happening. My eyes flickered to the man still standing at the doorway and I shivered at the intense way he was glaring at me.

“Hey.” The lady snapped. “Look at me.”

I broke my gaze away from him as she began painting my face with a brush.

“You've been crying. Your eyes are puffy.” She muttered to herself. I bit my lips as she continued to paint my face.

It reminded me of when Angela was doing my makeup for my birthday just yesterday.

Angela..

A tear threatened to escape my eyes but I swallowed down the sob.

I closed my eyes as the lady swiped eyeliner on my eyes and a tube of lipstick over my lips.

She then began drying my hair, leaving it curled around my waist. Few minutes later, she handed me the dress.

“Change.” Was all she said to me.

The man's gaze was still on me. She looked at him and pointed outside the door.

“Out.”

He stood his ground and gave her an icy glare.

“If you want her ready, you will leave. You know you've never had someone as elegant as she is.”

He gave me another glare but this time, there was a hint of a mischievous smirk on his lips as he walked out.

If only this lady knew that I had nothing to hide from him anymore. He had already seen me naked!

“Change. Now.” Her voice was no longer harsh as she handed me the undergarments. I nodded to her in thanks but she just ignored me.

I slipped out of the robe and shivered as I changed into the bra and thong, then slid on the shirt sleeveless dress that was handed to me. I zipped up the back and stood with my arms crossed.

“W–” I cleared my throat. “What does he plan to do with me?” I asked slowly, already dreading the answer.

She rested her hand on her hip.

“Look girl, I don't know how a girl like you came under his radar. You're clearly different. If you want to survive this, you need to shut up and take whatever it is they throw at you. Don't cry, do not beg and on no account should you try to escape.” She observed me from head to toe again.

“You look smart but your brains isn't going to get you out of this so don't try to even use it. You're a very beautiful girl. No, I'm not handing you a compliment. It's the truth. Your beauty is the only thing you got going for you right now. It's your only hope.”

I asked her a question to get answers but her reply only got me confused and even more scared.

My only hope? What the fuck have I gotten myself into?!

I nodded, still trembling.

“Sit down.” She said to me. “You have bruises and cuts all over your legs.”

I sat back down as she covered the bruises and cuts with makeup before pushing a pair of new stilettos towards me. “Put these on.”

My hands shook as I struggled to clasp the buckle of the stilettos.

I have to survive this. I had to do it. For my mum and brother, even if it meant losing every ounce of my humanity. I'll survive now and cry later.

I'll take whatever it is they throw at me because at least I know I'm better than whoever they think I am.

Who knows, maybe for the first time in history, the Spanish mafia might just have mercy on me because like the lady said, I'm clearly different.

Right?