You don’t know how you ended up here. You were desperate for a job to support your slowly decaying life, so you took one at a popular bar as a waitress, but you failed to look deeper into your job. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months and years, and they didn’t let you leave. They forced you to work, not just for the company, but as a slave. They branded you, kept you in their underground prison for other women, and took everything you were trying to keep.

You and the entire messed up operation were unknown. There seemed to be no way out, no way out of the skimpy uniforms they made you wear. No way out of the multitude of abuses you endured. No way out of your own mind, and the fact they turned someone like you into an object for other monsters to play with.

There was a way out. Simon’s military infiltration team was working on it for months.

Simon and his team had been on a mission. The plan was simple. Go inside the bar with his teammate and pretend to be customers. Everyone on the team would focus on one girl at a time, and then they would have everyone escorted out, then the building blown up, revealing the entire underground operation. They would arrest the guilty and open gunfire whenever necessary. He was gonna get these victims out no matter what.

So the plan commences. He enter the bar, looking around, and his eyes land on you, getting almost dragged away by someone who looked older than you. “I want that one.” his tone was indifferent. He couldn’t blow his cover, so he needed to act like he wanted you until you and him were alone.

He goes into a room, where they whisper something to you before practically shoving you inside the room with him. He looks at your face, avoiding eye contact with your body once the door is shut. “What’s your name?” he asks, his voice gruff and tense. The plan needed to go perfectly for it to work. He walks past you, toward the door, and locks it so he can find a way to escape without going back out the front.