Against The Odds

The train rolled to a slow stop in the middle of absolutely no where. The velvet sky was laced in an infinite number of bright stars for the desert had no pollution. The speaker crackled for a moment. \"This is the Conductor speaking, we are having some difficulties, but do not worry.\"
\"Mom,\" A young seventeen year old girl tugged at her mom\'s sleeve hurridly. \"Mom!\"
The older lady looked up and smiled with her eyes. \"Yes, dear?\"
\"They didn\'t say technical difficulties. They always say technical difficulties unless something is going on. It\'s in all the movies ever made. Pretty soon there is going to be men storming the train and shooting people anddd---\"
\"You\'re thinking too much. Go back to sleep, okay?\"
\"Mom!\"
The doors rolled open from both sides and four men cloaked in black entered from both sides. They wore ski mask over their heads and baggy clothings to disfigure their bodies. Each carried a gun in their hand. One of them aimed his gun at the ceiling and shot. The sound of the bullet made everyone scream. \"QUIET!\"yelled the shooter.
Everyone fell silent with no hesitation. Except for the girl. \"See Mom.\"she whispered frightened.
\"What was that girl?\"growled the man.
\"Nothing.\"she whispered.
\"Say it again.\"
\"Boss, she\'s just a kid. Leave her alone.\"growled a man from the back.
\"Maybe she wants to talk.\"whispered the boss.
\"Do you want to talk, kiddo,\"asked the man from the back, his dark eyes searching her. She shook her head hurridly. \"See. Let\'s just get moving.\"
\"She could be the one. Come here girl.\"
She hesitated for a moment and she knew her mom was quite near a heartattack, but she didn\'t wait. If she waited the men might do something worse. She stepped over her mother and walked over to the talking man. He surveyed her slowly and made a gesture with his hands for her to twirl around and she did so. He looked behind her even longer and she nearly screamed when he touched the back of her neck softly. She blanked out right as his hands touched her. She heard her mom scream and the men scurry out of the train but when she awoke she wasn\'t quite sure where she was.
The men were sitting around a large table and she couldn\'t tell them apart as they had put on new clothes and taken off the ski masks. \"Awake Princess?\"asked a man, kneeling down next to her. She nodded and he squeezed her shoulder softly. \"You should have stayed quiet we never would have noticed you. We were heading for the hot blonde girl, but then we heard you. We saw you. You\'re beautiful by the way. I wasn\'t saying the girl was way hotter than you, but she was Playboy material.\"
\"Where am I?\"she whispered.
\"I can\'t tell you that. That\'s up to Nate to tell you that. \'Ey Nate!\"called the man.
\"How old are you?\"she asked.
\"Tweny.\"
\"You aren\'t very old.\"
\"You\'re only seventeen.\"
\"How do you know?\"
\"We took your luggage.\"
A taller man walked over and sent a cold grin down to the girl that made her shiver. \"Yeah?\"he asked with a softer southern drawl than the nineteen year old.
\"The girl wants to know where we are. I figured you would either not want to tell her or want to tell her yourself.\"
Nate turned around to look at the men who were watching them with curiosity. \"We should get inside your room Brian. We can talk about it there.\"
\"Yes, sir,\" Brian stood up and offered the girl his hand. She looked at it for a moment. \"Bridget?\"he asked softly. She slid her hand into his and he pulled her up.
They crowded in the smaller room. She settled herself on a far chair and they fell onto the bed. \"Why did you take me?\"she asked softly.
\"We have our own black market. A black market of only the prettiest girls. We get profiles from clients and we look for them everywhere. The perfect girl that fits the description almost too well. We didn\'t watch you like the other girls, but you have so far proven to be perfect. You\'re young, burnette, hazel eyed, lean, short, fragile, on the shy side, and a virgin.\"replied Nate.
\"What makes you think I\'m a virgin?\"she growled.
\"That can be proven easily, Princess. Come over here.\"
\"No.\"
She looked at Brian for comfort and protection but a look of amusement entered his eyes. \"Brian,\"said Nate. Brian and Nate both stood up and at the same moment Bridget did. She lunged for the door and the boys didn\'t go after her. \"You want the other twelve to watch?\"
\"I thought there was only eight of you.\"
\"Nope. There\'s fourteen of us. You want them to see you?\"he whispered the last sentence.
\"No.\"she whispered defeated. She wanted to run. She wanted to run so far away no one would ever find her. She knew what they were going to do to her. So many books had proven to her what pigs men were. \"Please don\'t. I promise I\'m a virgin.\"
\"Well, we better make sure. Don\'t want to give the man a defective one,\"replied Nate greasily. He gripped her wrists and pulled her over to the bed. She whimpered softly as they forced her to lay down. Brian held her arms above her head and she could tell that he was getting pleasure from watching Nate slowly unbutton her pants. Nate pulled them down and her underwear followed. His breathing tickled her and she squirmed. \"Don\'t make us drug you girl,\"growled Nate. He looked around the room before settling on a bottle of lotion. He picked it up and lathered it on his index finger. He kneeled back down and forced her legs apart. His finger inserted inside of her and he grinned almost instantly. \"You\'re one of the last pure teenagers.\"
\"Let\'s keep it that way.\"she growled, as the men stepped away from her.
\"Nah wouldn\'t be any fun. So how far is your cherry, princess?\"asked Brian.
\"What do you mean?\"she asked.
\"How far have you gone with a boy?\"
\"French kissing.\"she answered honestly.
\"Mister Marconi should have fun with you. Teaching you everything.\"snickered Nate.
\"Is that Italian?\"
\"Sure is, Princess. You know what they say about Italian men,\" She looked at Brian blankly. \"They like it rough.\"
\"Where does he live?\"
\"New York but you guys will probably move to Italy. We can\'t let you roam around in the US while everyone is looking for you.\"
\"I like it here!\"
\"Too bad.\"growled Brian.
\"Get to bed you have a long rough day tomorrow.\"remarked Nate. She knew what he meant when he said \'rough\'. She knew exactly what he meant and she didn\'t get to sleep till nearly 2 in the morning. She knew she was going to be having a hard time in the morning.