Re-writing the story. Main plot is the same, but it starts and develops different. Also a few other twists. I'm sorry that I didn't alert you guys, I totally forgot it. I know bad excuse, but I hope you also like this version. It's not too different.

Chapter 1

(Anastasia's POV)

It was dark again.

Even when I opened my eyes, all I was able to see was darkness. Usually your eyes get used to the darkness and you're able to see something after a while. In my case I have been waiting for my eyes to get used to the darkness for hours. Or maybe I just think I am here for hours and it's been minutes. I've lost the feeling of time. I don't know which day it is or in what month we are. All I know is that I am in a basement, far far under the ground. And no one could hear me.

Only if they wanted it, they'd hear me. Hear us.

It all started when I was about to study for my exams. I was still in college and was close to graduating. My life was, in comparison to now, brilliant. I had a father and loving friends. A good job and even a few job offers from publishers. Cause that was what I wanted to do. To be a publisher. Now I lost everything of that. One evening I was sitting on my couch with my books and pencils surrounding me, when black hooded guys stormed into my home. My father wasn't at home. It was just me. I was frightened and didn't move from my spot, so they had the perfect chance to kidnap me.

One guy in particular, Mark, I recognized his face the best. He was standing in front of me, a devilish smirk on his face. A cigarette stuck in between his golden shiny teeth. He was chubby and older. Way older than the other men in his group. And he was the most dangerous. The type of guy you immediately run away from. I remember how he ran his fingers over my cheek as if he was about to kiss me.

He was super close to me and whispered that he likes virgins. And that I may be the best he ever got.

After that they brought me to this place. I had no idea where I was, but it looked like an old factory terrain. They had blindfolded me when we arrived so I couldn't see anything more. And after that they brought me down here. When I got into the basement, or whatever this was, three more girls were with me.

Now I was alone. And I had no idea what they did with the girls.

Thinking about what could have happened to them made my heart race in fear. And whenever I was afraid, I started to get very nauseous. In my case that isn't helpful at all. They bring me food twice a day, and if I now vomit everything out, I'd have to wait hours till I get the next meal. Which by the way wasn't very delicious. Plain potatoes with veggies, or rice and a piece of meat. No sauce, nothing. And I was only allowed to drink water.

They wanted us to be skinny. For what I don't know.

Sometimes I wonder what they might do with all the girls. Mark had told me he likes virgins. So maybe he fucks them, but before he likes to make them skinny and lost. Then again none of the girls ever returned down here. Perhaps he gets rid of them. And that I do not want to imagine.

I don't wanna die. I'm young and have my whole life in front of me. Heck I don't even know why I got here. And now I'm supposed to die?

Suddenly the door opened and light came into the basement. I was on the ground, my arms wrapped around my arm. There he stood again. Mark. He was even fatter than before. And his smirk was as usual on his face.

''You're finally gonna get out, sweetie. We've found a very handsome and rich husband for you.'' Mark said, his smirk not leaving his face. He took his cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the floor, but didn't light it off.

''A h-husband?'' I stuttered, confused. Why on earth would they marry me to someone? I thought he wanted me for his own.

''Yes. We owe him you. His last wife unfortunately died, so he asked for a new one. Now get your pretty butt up and follow me.'' Mark hissed. He was clearly getting impatient, even thought he was the one that just talked, not me.

I slowly got up from the floor. All my muscles and bones were hurting. They felt numb. Probably from me not moving all this time. I heard a few bones crack and I had to bit my lip to prevent me from screaming out in pain. I closed my eyes for a second then opened them again. After I wrapped my arms around my body, to keep my warm I followed Mark and his gang out. It was an amazing feeling to finally be able to see daylight. I thought I'd never see it.

When we got to the main hall, a man in suit was standing there. Another men next to him. They were right. The man definitely did look rich. His shoes were black and shiny, he had a golden clock wrapped around his wrist. He wore a black suit, with a gray tie. And just like Mark he grinned at me, when he saw me.

''Did I promise you too much, Grey? We would have made her prettier, like Aspyn, but you were here in a second. '' Mark chuckled, as we stopped in front of them.

''No she's perfect. Very pretty.'' The man, that Mark had called Grey answered. His eyes not looking away from me. He eyed me from bottom to top and his stare made me incredibly uncomfortable.

''Yeah, but you see. She's a little more expensive. You know because of Ray. We promised him we'd sell her for a good price.'' Mark told him, but Grey didn't take his eyes off me.

Ray? My own father did this to me?! Sell me.. He wanted to sell me. So that is how they knew where I lived. I never felt more disappointed and screwed in my life. The one person I loved the most sold me to these creeps. Then again, my father wasn't home very often. Perhaps that's what he has been doing all the time. My own father.. But I don't understand why. There are tons of girls out there, if he really wanted one. And why selling girls? That's illegal! I can't believe my father got into all of this. I thought he was an honorable man. But he was far from that.

''I understand. Taylor will pay you the money. I'd like to take her home now.'' Grey said in a husky voice. He walked closer to me, stretched out his hand for me to take. I didn't give him mine. He stepped closer and brought his face next to mine.

''I'm here to help you, so if it'd be amazing if you cooperate.'' He whispered into my ear, before he stepped back again. Mark's gang members eyed me sceptically and I put on a fake smile. Grey smiled in return. I then took his hand and he lead me to a car standing outside.

''So can I go now?'' I asked him. He turned around and let out a chuckle.

''No. They'll notice that. You'll have to live with me for a while.'' He replied and opened the car door.

''And that is better than to stay here?'' I asked.

''That you have to judge when you stayed with me. But I'd say yes.''

In a way he was right. Everything was better than to stay with Mark and his gang. As long as Grey doesn't put me in a dark basement too. And after all, I didn't have chance. I had to go with him. If it was a good idea or not, I didn't know. I could just hope.

Hope was everything I had.