Here you guys are! Chapter 2!

I kept silent, in awe of what I saw in front of me. Then I gasped in surprise as the man opened the door, and walked over to my side. I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable. I just wanted to go home. The man opened my door, and he firmly grasped my hand. "No! Let me go! I want to go home!" The man ignored my pleas, and forced me out of the car into the rain again. I was again soaking under the storm, and my body shivered because of the cold rain falling on me. 

     The man began to drag me, until he was sick of dragging me, and actually picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I yelled, banging on his back. "Let me go!" I yelled constantly. "You're really pushing it, my lady." he growled in frustration as he walked over to the gate, and opened it by typing in a password that was on the side of the gate. The gate opened, and he walked through. I kept shouting and kicking and banging on his back. He grunted several times, but didn't let me go. Then I felt him put me down, and I decided to not make a run for it. He could probably catch me easily, and I don't want to imagine the punishment that they would give me. In front of me was a large man, who wore a golden robe and had a bald head. He wore glasses with a black outline, and he had a large cigar in his mouth. He gazed at me with a disgusted look. "Clean her up, and provide her some better clothing. Her work will began tomorrow." he muttered with a hoarse voice.

     "Yes sir." said the large man with the black hair, and he grabbed my hand again forcefully. I didn't protest, and I went with him. I was terrified of the great, tall man. "My name is Mark." he muttered. "M-Mark..." I repeated. I've always liked that name. "What's your name?" he asked me while he took me up a grand stair case, outlined with gold and marble. "E-Elena." I stuttered. "E-Elena Orlova." 

    "What a pretty name!" he commented, dragging me into a large bathroom. I gasped at how beautiful it was. The bathroom was made of marble, everything inside made of fine stone. The shower was encrusted in the wall, a large dark piece of glass blocking the view for anyone that dare enter. He let go of me. "You are to take a shower, and go into your room on the right just down the hall." I nodded. He left the room, and I looked around. There were large towels just outside the shower, so I felt safe and private. I began to get in the shower, staying in my clothing. I didnt really care about taking a shower. The water felt good on my skin, and I sat down. I began to cry, I just wanted to go home and talk to my parents. They always knew what to say. That is... if they are even my real parents. I didn't know anymore, I just wanted to go home. I heard somebody banging on the door of the bathroom. "Hurry up in there!" I heard. "O-Ok! I'll be out in a minute!" I shouted. I quickly got out of my clothing, washing myself and then jumping out of the shower. I took a towel, and then came out of the room. The man was outside the door. "Your room is down the hall on the right as I said before. Your clothes are on the bed." I nodded, beginning to go down the hall. I looked around, the carpet felt good on my feet, and the walls were a royal red. I turned to my right, seeing my room. Unlike the other rooms I've seen, my room was probably the most beautiful. The bed had a nice, soft blanket and it was a beautiful navy blue. The curtains were a royal gold, and my wardrobe was made of cherry wood. I also had a large mirror with a flower outline. I sighed. 

    It was nice and all, but I would never get used to it. I saw a black dress on the bed, and put it on. It was simple, something that I would like to wear on a daily basis. I left my room to explore, and found myself in front of huge, grand doors. I heard talking, and leaned my head to the door. 

     "Well, she's here, and she's worth millions. We practically own her now. When will we kill her for the money?"