I am re-writing/editing certain parts of this story. I originally wrote it about three years ago. Let me know what you think!

He saw her in his English Literature class and he had to admit that she was beauty personified. She was the epitome of graceful innocence and he knew from that very moment that he wanted her for himself. Was it the she crossed and re-crossed her for the entire 45 minute class period? Was it the way she tucked her black hair behind her ear when taking notes? Or was it the way she licked her lips before speaking? Her actions, though small and natural, never ceased to arouse the animal in him. She was smart, beautiful, and loyal; traits that were exactly what he needed her for. And at that moment, he made it his mission to make her his own.

She caught him looking at her a few times with that hungry look in his eyes. He was tall dark and handsome. His eyes looked like they held all the secrets of the world. He was so mysterious, the one thing she liked in a man, and he seemed to pay attention to every move she made. Maybe he didn't notice her checking him out but she was in lust. She could almost feel him looking at her like two holes being seared into the back of her head. He seemed so in charge of everything that went on around him and she was about to find out just how much.

October 31st 2002

Sasha Smith left her English Lit class on a mission. As she was walking out of the door: mission accomplished. She bumped into her intriguing stranger, scattering her books across the aisle of the lecture hall. As she bent down to retrieve her books, he helped her. She slipped a small piece of paper in his bag, knowing he would see it later.

"Thank you so much." She said, with a subtly sexy smile.
"You're welcome." He replied, looking deeply into her eyes.

She stood up and took her books from him. He watched the sway of her full hips as she walked away from him, a smirk playing at his lips.

He saw when she put the slip of paper in his bag, so as soon as she was out of sight, he pulled the note out and read it.

Call me sometime
555-9806

He smiled to himself as he though of the fun he would have with her.

That evening, Sasha's roommate left for the "hottest Halloween party on campus." She opted not to go along, as she was waiting for the mystery man to call her. She was listening to an old CD when the phone rang.

"Hello?"
Silence.
"Hello…" she said again, her irritation rising.
Silence.

She hung up the phone and turned her music back up. Ten minutes later, the phone rang again. She rolled her eyes and picked it up.

The same thing happened again.

Suddenly, there was a cool breeze on her neck. She jumped and found the window open.

"Calm down." she told herself, closing the window.

She turned around and hugged herself. The phone rang again, scaring her once more.

"Hello." She breathed into the phone.
Silence.
"Listen you stupid fuck, stop calling me!"

The line clicked. The person hung up. Sasha turned her music back up, trying to forget about the disturbing phone calls. She was studying, bobbing her head to the older R&B hit. Her music was so loud, she almost didn't here the knock at the door.

Wearing only shorts and a bra, she threw on her robe and opened the door.

Nobody was there.

She stepped out into the hall, which was empty with everyone out to celebrate the creepy holiday.

The innocence in her face as she answered the door brought a small smirk to his face.

"Who's there?" she asked, reminding him of all the helpless victims in the corny suspense movies.

She looked around and stepped out into the hall.

He swiftly got behind her and grabbed her waist and covered her mouth. He pushed her into her room and turned her to face him.

"How did you get my address?" she asked, shocked and scared out of her mind.
"Student directory."
"But you don't know my name." she said.
"I know everything about you," He said, closing the door behind him.
"No you don't." she said.

He knew she was captivated. He had that effect on many of his women. He could see that her breathing had grown ragged and she was trembling a little bit. Before she knew what was happening, he had her placed between him and her door. His 6 foot 3 inch body easily towered over her 5 foot 5 inches. He kissed her neck daring her to protest. A soft squeak of fear escaped her lips.

"I know your name, Sasha Smith." he said, letting her name roll of his tongue. "I know how you tuck that silky black hair behind your ears while you concentrate… I know that you nibble that bottom lip when you're nervous. I know everything about you."

Sasha, sure enough, was biting on her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and prayed to God for forgiveness and regretted giving him her number. She jumped as he ran his ice-cold fingers over her thigh.

"Relax…" he mumbled into her neck between his surprisingly soft kisses.
"Please..." she said fishing for his name.
"Please what?" he asked, still devouring her.
"What's your name."
"Blake… Blake Lawrence."
"Blake… please… leave me alone." she pleaded.
"Oh, but you gave me your number." He said, pulling the piece paper from his pocket.
"Please." she whispered.
"I haven't even done anything to you… yet," he said with a sadistic grin.

She decided to use that moment for her escape. She kneed his groin and tried to run away.

"Bad decision..." he said. He straightened up his body as though the he was in no pain at all and pulled her by her hair back to him.

"Get dressed." He said roughly.
"What?"
"I said put on some clothes. Are you slow or something?"
"What the hell do you want with me?"
"If I have to tell you one more time, you won't like it." He said, threateningly.

Sasha sighed and pulled on a UNY sweatshirt and jeans. He grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her close.

"You will hold my hand and act normal when we go downstairs. I'm going to lead you to my car. If you try anything, I swear, I'll gut you like a fish, put your remains in the trunk of my car and push it into the Hudson River."

She nodded, unable to say anything in response.

He smiled and let go of her arm. He gently took her hand and led her straight down to his car without incident. He pushed her into the back seat with another girl. She had bright red hair, dressed in all black. She gave Sasha a small smile and then looked straight ahead.

"Hi." Sasha whispered, hoping that she had met a friend.
"That's Lucy. Get to know her because she will be your best friend from now on," Blake said from the driver's seat.
"What are you talking about?" Sasha asked, annoyed.
"That will be your last time speaking back to me in that manner." He said.

She decided not to say anything in response. She leaned her head on the window and tears falling from her eyes. She felt stupid because she didn't put on her jacket, which had her cell phone in the pocket.

No escape.

Lucy gently touched her leg in reassurance. Blake looked at her in the rear view mirror and knew that the Gordon would love this new member for the group.

After what seemed like hours, the car stopped in front of an old warehouse. Lucy opened her door and pulled Sasha out behind her. Blake grabbed her waist and walked next to her.

"It's time for you to meet the gang," he said sarcastically.
"Oh God…" she said under her breath. "Please take me home."
"Hmm. let me think about it… no," he said, tightening his grip around her.

They entered the warehouse and she couldn't believe her eyes. On the outside, it looked like a warehouse but on the inside, it had the look of an old, Gothic castle. There were deep red carpets all throughout and there was an air of elegance and sophistication. If she weren't in the situation that she was in, she surely would have found it quite beautiful.

Lucy was right behind her and Blake's fingers digging into her waist brought her back to reality.

"SILENCE!" Blake yelled, causing her to jump.

Everyone was quiet, giving them their undivided attention.

"This is my new queen." He said, winking at Sasha.

She was repulsed and wanted to kick him again.

"Her name is Sasha." He said the same way he had said her name earlier; in a mocking tone.

"Say 'Hi,' Sasha." He said as though talking to a small child.
"Hi Sasha." She said sarcastically.

He dug his fingernails deeper into her side.

"Such a joker…" he said.

She smiled sarcastically and gave a small curtsey.

He roughly took her arm and dragged her up some stairs into an immaculate, sterile-looking room. He threw her onto the bed and snapped his fingers. It seemed that three huge men came out of the shadows, two of whom were carrying trays. After approaching the bed and exchanging looks with Blake, the smallest of the three stuck a needle in her arm.

"What the—" she said, suddenly feeling drowsy.

They gave her a sedative.

She slowly drifted off to sleep.

She woke up what seemed like moments later in a strange bed next to strange people. She sat up and saw Lucy laying on the twin-sized bed next to her. There were about a dozen other girls lying on twin beds in the long dark room. She wanted to scream, but Lucy woke up next to her as if on cue. Just as Lucy woke up, she started feeling pain on the inside of her wrist and also on her hip. She pulled the sleeve of her sweatshirt up and to her horror saw the letters "B.L." etched in tiny letters on her wrist.

"Oh my God…" she said.
"What?" Lucy asked jumping up.
"My wrist!" Sasha screamed. "What the hell is this shit on my wrist?!"
"Calm down. They just put it on you. It's okay." she said.

More girls started waking up and wondering what was going on. When they saw Sasha awake, they quieted down and came to surround her bed. They whispered amongst themselves like little girls until Lucy quieted them down.

"Get her some water Kayla." She said to a small girl with dark brown hair and the lightest blue eyes Sasha had ever seen.

Kayla came from the bathroom with a glass of lukewarm water from bathroom.

"Drink it." Lucy ordered.

Sasha started drinking it, finding that her mouth was very dry. She gave Lucy a look as if to ask how she knew she would be thirsty.

"The sedative they gave you has that effect." She said. "Are you okay?"
"Other than my arm… yeah."
"Let me see the tattoo." She said.

Sasha held out her arm for Lucy to see.

"Oh God." Lucy muttered.
"What?" Sasha asked, looking at the tattoo, panicked.
"You belong to him. Blake put his initials on you so that only he can touch you."
"Is that bad? What the hell is all of this? I belong to him?" Sasha asked, a million questions in going through her.
"This whole situation is bad." A blond girl behind Sasha said.

Looking around, Sasha realized that there were a total of twelve other girls in the room, not including herself.

"There are only supposed to be twelve girls at a time… Gordon's rule," Lucy stated.
"Who is Gordon? And if that's the case, don't I make thirteen?" Sasha asked.
"Yes, you do. Blake's really gonna get it."
"Maybe he really likes you," Kayla said.
"Maybe they're planning on getting rid of one of us!" another girl frantically cried.
"Maybe…" Lucy said, contemplatively. "Everybody, introduce yourselves."
"Well you know me. Kayla."
"I'm Jessica," said a blond girl.
"She's one of Gordon's girls." Lucy explained.
"I'm Theresa," said a Hispanic girl with a thick accent.
"I'm Mini," said an Asian girl.
"I am Penelope," said a quiet girl who looked very exotic with tan skin and black hair.
"My name is Deidre," said a dark skinned girl.
"She's Another of Gordon's personal sluts." Lucy said.
"Hey." Deidre said "I ain't no slut."
"I'm Bart," said a small brown skinned girl.
"You can call me Red," said a red headed girl with bright green eyes.
"Tell her your real name, Red." Lucy said with a smile.
"It's Dolores," She said, blushing. "Isn't that such a dreadful name?"
"I'm Paulette," said a quiet looking blond haired girl.
"And I'm Colleen," Said a bright-eyed light skinned black girl.
"And that over there," Lucy said pointing to the corner where a small girl sat huddled up, "that's Tracy. We call her Shy because she's really quiet. She's hardly ever spoken since Gordon first took her."

The girl looked at Sasha with sad eyes and immediately looked down.

"Oh." Sasha said quietly. "So what do they do with you guys? Or should I say us."
"Well," Lucy said, "First, you have to understand what the Cult is."
"What the hell is it? What do they do?"
"I bet you noticed that here were only men out there. Well that's what it is. Kind of like a fraternity with a sick twist to it. They basically keep to themselves. Everyone does something with their days; mostly go to school and work. But their lives revolve around the Cult; more specifically, Gordon."
"Yeah, who the hell is that? Every other word I've heard you say is Gordon."
"The ringleader. He's the sickest one of all. He oversees this whole thing."
"What whole thing?"
"They're into drugs and shit like that. They basically sell it to others. They get customers by going out into the 'real world'. It's mostly college kids looking for a good time. Sometimes there are business men. I mean the bastards that have fucking big shot jobs like lawyers and investment bankers and shit like that. But they buy the stuff too. Mostly cocaine but they buy it."
"But isn't a cult religious or something?"
"There's that aspect too. You see, in the real world, to normal people, this would be considered illegal and of poor moral character. But here, they all hold the belief that there is no religion. It's a way to justify what they're doing to themselves. See, Gordon is on a power trip. That's why he feels like it's okay to go kidnap women and hold them as his whores."
"Wait, so they're like atheist, high class drug-dealers?"
"Not quite." Lucy said. "It's really confusing."
"So do they expect us to go out and traffic their drugs?"
"No. They just fuck us," one of the girls said sarcastically. "We're their personal fuck toys any time, any where."
"Once in a while, the sick freaks have sex parties" Penelope said, sickened.
"God... isn't there some way out?" Sasha whispered.
"Yeah… death." Lucy said quietly.

The girls quietly went back to bed after a while which left Sasha alone with her thoughts. She didn't sleep at all that night.