I can hear my own breath protruding out into the world. Like every breath is squeezing out of my body. As I run out in this dark world with every breath becoming even more desperate. I urge to use all of my senses to maze through this world in hiding. In trance and desperation to run for freedom with nothing holding me back. 

“Arella, be careful,” Kiki called to me as I trip over something hard. The blinding nature of my eyes that see no light, but the outline of objects is very obnoxious. 

“Thank you Kiki,” I replied with hesitation from the small trip I have succumbed to. It's been a while since I have been able to see anything. The colors that surround the world where we all take for granted. The hues that make up the world make it the way it is with no interruption amongst themselves.   

We have been running around to get away from our captors. If anything many of us is from an underground prostitution ring that was created by the Russians. Although I am not sure where we are or how we will get our freedom back. Most of us were sold by our parents and some were kidnapped to be part of this ring. The ring of seduction and the pleasures that no one can comprehend; BDSM, role play, domination. 

“Wait, Kiki, I hear Cielia,” I yelled as I grab onto her hand to halt her in action. She stopped. I can hear muffled sounds at first. I can hear our breath in unison from running for so long. The desperate breaths that escape our mouths. As I perk my ear up and cupped it to hear her.

“Help me,” Cielia was screaming. I don't know what our surroundings look like which makes it harder to navigate. I was recently blinded for protecting one of the younger kids from being battered by one of our clients. I guess I went too far with that client, as he requested a punishment that would suit his taste. 

I grabbed Kiki and pointed in the direction of her screams. I stomped the ground to see the outlines to get an idea of where we are and how far we would have to go get to her, but I don't see her through these outlines. It seems she may be further away. 

I started running towards the sounds. The sounds of Cielia who is desperately begging for help. Calling Kiki. The sounds of crying with a loud echoing crack whipped through the night air. The whimpering that came afterward was blood-curdling. I can feel my body tense up. My blood boiling up seeking an opening. Like a freshly open wound with blood spilling out by the buckets. 

I can feel Kiki stop mid-step. I stop as to follow her. I can hear cracking sounds around Kiki and then a pang. I look up with my eyes as I look forward and see outlines of at least ten people. Four on one side and five on the other and one small outlines in the middle. 

“This little girl is ours,” one man exclaimed as a matter of fact.

“You are on my property,” a very deep sound erupted for another.

“She escaped from us. But the issue is your group interfering with the Russians business, which includes now,” another man explained as though they were a hindrance. 

I turn to Kiki and grinned. I was so excited. I am not sure why. Maybe it was the fact I can get some revenge or maybe the fight and the complicated situation that got me excited. If anything I am beaming with the excitement to demonstrate to these bitches who they are fucking with. 

I can't be too keen on pushing forward. I need to know the situation before hasting. I stomp the ground to see the outlined surroundings of my environment to get a better understanding of the points. I gaze again studying each outline. Who is with who and how we would move forward based on our starting point. 

“The five individuals who are closer to the wall are our enemy. Cielia is closer to them. The other four individuals who are further are not our enemy,” I explained the situation. 

“Good, now how should we about this,” Kiki asked genuinely with a bit of fear in her tone? I can hear her fretting about the situation her sister is in. The tone that becomes deep within range of the situation turns on us. 

“Don't worry, just pull it out,” I exclaimed while pulling out the clawed pocket knife I snatched from one of the guards on our way out of our hell that imprisoned our spiritual being.