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Chapter Six
    Kiara woke with a thick tongue and her head still spinning. She shoved herself to a sitting position on the side of a creaky cot. Across from her, sitting on a duplicate cot, sat Ayumi with tears on her pale cheeks. Kiara hurried across the narrow gap and gathered the girl in her arms. “Don't cry, baby. We'll get out of here. I promise."
    Ayumi wiggled in her arms to get away. “Kiara, I-I...” She noticed Ayumi had forgotten to use Ms .
    "What is it, sweetie?” She held Ayumi back from her to look into the frightened dark eyes.
    Tremors in the small body made Kiara want to cry herself. Ayumi's mouth opened and closed twice before her words would come. “I had an accident. I was so afraid that you were ... that you were..."
    Kiara glanced down to see Ayumi's dress wet. She pulled her close again. “Oh no, those jackasses.” She gasped and bit her lip. “I'm sorry."
    Ayumi clung to her, sniffed and wiped her nose. “I'm just glad you're okay.” Her humor seemed to return quickly. “Don't be scared, Kiara. Jiro-san will rescue us, and when he does, those men are dead."
    Her stomach dropped. “Men? There's more than one?"
    She nodded. “Yes, three from what I could see. I could only catch a few words because they speak too fast, and I haven't practiced German too much. Too boring. Now French, that's—"
    "Ayumi!” Kiara interrupted. “You speak German? They're speaking German?” Her head spun at the implications. Not that she could figure out what implications knowing this brought. Part of her over stimulated mind was impressed that a nine-year-old spoke at least three languages.
    Kiara looked at her watch. Eight p.m. She had been out for hours. Poor Ayumi had been sitting in her wet clothes that long. Seeming to realize that she had missed a couple meals, her stomach growled. She stood and crossed to the door on unsteady legs. A steel door with a deadbolt kept them inside.
    She banged on it. “Hello? Is anyone there?"
    Almost immediately, the door opened. She had to jump back to keep from being hit in the face. A burly man with thick black hair and too much facial hair entered. Ayumi had been right. There was more than one. “What do you want?” His rude gaze raked over her. She glanced down to make sure she was decent.
    "Ayumi needs a change of clothing, and we both need food. I don't know how long you intend to keep us here, but I'd think you would—"
    He advanced on her, grabbed her by the collar and breathed funky breath in her face. “And I'd think you would keep your mouth shut and not antagonize your captors."
    Kiara clicked her teeth together sending pain along her jaw. Fear took hold of her body until she thought she might have an accident of her own. The man lifted a hand to her face, and she cried out and ducked. He laughed and pushed her back. Without another word, he left, slamming the door.
    Soon the door opened again, and the first man entered followed by another. The third man, shorter and younger than the other two, grabbed Ayumi by the arm. Kiara tried to stop him from pulling her out of the room.
    "No!” Kiara screamed. “She stays with me. Don't hurt her.” The first man shoved her so hard, she fell on the cot Ayumi had occupied earlier.
    "Don't you worry, pretty woman, I will take care of you.” The door slammed shut but didn't lock. Ayumi's terrified screams cut into her heart. The man advanced on Kiara with his hand on the button of his pants. “You're expendable. I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a black woman. Now's my chance. Although you're a little underweight.” He frowned. “Still, puss is puss, huh?"
    She tried to kick him in the nuts, but he caught her ankles and pushed them apart on the bed. He knelt down on her shin and she screamed in pain. “Stop, you're hurting me."
    "Be nice, damn it,” he yelled. “Just once, and I'll let you go. How's that? I don't like my lovers fighting me.” Could have fooled me.
    She