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I was tied to the same post I've been tied to for the past two days. The blindfold never came off and I always heard the dripping of water somewhere. My name is Alexandra, but I'm only known as Alex. I've lived with my drunken dad most of my life, until when I turned 18 I decided to leave in the middle of the night. I've been living by myself for a year now, getting jobs sometimes as a stripper, but I was really a boxer. When I was fourteen I was raped by a gang leader, and ever since that day I've devoted my life to being a boxer.For most of the last year, I've lived in cardboard boxes and homemade shacks built from old crates. But I was happy. Money had never been a big factor in my life. My dad spent it on booze or company for the night. I grew up in an old apartment that stank of piss. My dad spent his time drunk and hitting me. I still have scars. I never hit him back, even though I could've.
Anyway, back to present time. I've been chained to this post for two days, as I've already said. I don't know how those guys managed to catch me with all my training. All I knew was that I was walking 'home' that night after I'd spent a night working in a strip club, when four guys jumped me. One of them pressed a cloth to my face and the next thing I knew, I was in the trunk of a car, bound, gagged and blindfolded. They'd bought me in her and shackled me to this post. I'd shouted for help, but after a gag and a swift kick around the head I shut up.
Now I heard sliding metal doors grate open, and I tried to collect my thoughts. Two days with a blindfold on will make you a bit scatter brained.
'Miss Alex, how are you feeling?' A mans voice said.
I couldn't answer because of the gag so I just stayed silent not moving.
'She creeps me out...' Another man said.
I'm just getting started! I thought.
The two men unshackled me and dragged me to my feet, I didn't bother I fight. If there's one thing I learnt from being a homeless, stripping, boxer female, is that don't bother to make a move if you can't win. Save your energy until a moment comes when you can win. They shoved me to the floor, and being bound and gagged, I didn't make a sound or move a muscle. My arms and legs were free, but really what did it matter if I couldn't see?
They stripped me down to my thong and sports bra, and that was the only time I made the mistake of fighting back. I clawed at one mans arm and I felt the other hand come into contact with my cheek. I took the blow and kicked out at his legs. The other man took ahold of my arms and I tried to kick him back too, but the other man sat on my legs and I was left helpless.
'Shut up and stop fighting! Or it'll be worse for you. We just need to get you changed!' He hissed.
I went limp, not really bothering to fight back now. They put a pair of really short tight shorts that felt like they were made of spandex, and a tank top that barely covered my nipples. All in all I felt completely vulnerable.
Then they pushed me down into a chair and tied my hands behind my back and the chair with cable ties. Then they tied my ankles to the feet of the chair.
I didn't make a sound or protest the entire time, and I felt a smug satisfaction when one of the men said,
'I swear to god she's creepy! She doesn't even move her head when she hears me talking about her!'
Suddenly the doors opened again, and I heard the clam but steady tapping of shoes.
'Welcome Mr Patterson, this is the girl.' The man, Mr Patterson, walked closer and closer until I could feel his gaze burn into me.
'Show me her file.'
The rustle of paper and then Mr Patterson read aloud,
'Alexandra Murphy. 19. Lived with her father until a year ago when you upped and left. Worked at various stripping clubs but also had a talent for boxing. An interesting combination.'
I was going to admit that this man freaked me out, with his soft mellow voice and patronising choice of words.
He bent down to my level and I felt his breath on my face. He put his fingers under my chin and tilted my face this way and that. When he was finished he straightened back and cleared his throat.
'She will do. You will drive her to my place? I have to hop on a flight now but I'll be seeing you in three days.' The Patterson said.
I heard them shake hands and then the man left.
'That could've been terrible!' One of the men said.
But now I was left with a burning question....what does he want me for?
